And If In That Moment

Isak rolls his eyes and reaches for his beer again. Even’s teasing always feels different to his friends teasing him. Even’s teasing feels a lot like flirting.
“Anyway back to Emma.”
Fuck.
“Why isn’t she your type?”
Isak considers his options, considers a single conceivable reason why a straight seventeen-year-old boy wouldn’t like a girl like Emma. He can’t fucking think of a reason and it makes him panic but he’s also just- tired. So fucking tired of having to constantly lie about why he feels the way he does. So he settles on as close to the truth as he can get. “She just- I guess it’s never felt right.”
*
Or, what would've happened if Isak and Even had had the Halloween pregame alone like they had originally planned.