Blonde Elvis (слэш)

“I need him in my life,” Isak stated.
“Who? That guy?” Jonas asked.
“Yes! Did you see his eyes?” A sigh escaped Isak’s mouth as he stared in the direction of Even, who now had walked over to some guy smoking. “And those cheekbones. And the hair.”
“We’ve already commented on the fluffy hair.” Jonas chuckled.
“He’s like a blond Elvis.”
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A story about Isak and Even, set in Oslo / Hartvig Nissen, where they find each other and rescue each other.
Don't mind the lame name of the story, it was the working title and I couldn't come up with a better one :-P
All the songs mentioned in this story and the songs I listen to while I write this, can be found here: https://open.spotify.com/user/mazarin-/playlist/4MTUTDr0iMapAcZXPjbzLr