Lukas gripped the scissors he was holding in annoyance, resisting the urge to tap the blade on his mahogany desk. The Norwegian was having terrible luck coming up with a Valentine’s Day gift for his girlfriend of six months, _______ _______. Romance wasn’t really his forte, so he always loathed the dreaded fluffy, pink holiday in the month of February. Lukas let out an exasperated and bored sigh, dropping the scissors on the desk and crumpled up the pink construction paper he had been staring at for the past hour and tossed it into his waste bucket. It didn’t make it in, considering he’s been threw more construction paper than a kindergartner.
What the hell am I going to do? _______ is probably expecting some type of romantic gift from me and I have no idea what to give her, Lukas thought, worried. He didn’t want to disappoint her, but he also didn’t want to get sucked into the romance. Lukas tapped his chin and closed his eyes in thought. I guess I have no choice but to--
“Heeeeey, Lukas~!” a loud and obnoxious voice bellowed, as Lukas’ door swung open to reveal Mathias, Lukas’ annoying roommate. The expressionless teen pinched the ridge of his nose and groaned in irritation. He’s drunk. I can smell the beer radiating off his clothes.
“Go away, you idiot. I’m working on something,” Lukas grumbled, grabbing another sheet and laying it in front of him, letting it mock him. Mathias noticed everything on Lukas’ desk, from the many different shades of pink construction paper to the printed out cheesy poems he found on the web, and sobered up in a heartbeat.
“Ahh, I see what you’re doing,” Mathias smirked and rested his elbow on top of Lukas’ head, much to the younger man’s dismay, “You’re trying to think of something to give ______, ya?” the tall Dane looked down at his companion with a toothy smirk, obviously already knowing the answer. Lukas blushed in embarrassment and pushed the older man away with his left arm. Mathias chuckled. “Care for some help?”
Lukas scoffed and rolled his eyes, actually cracking a smile for once. A sarcastic one, but a smile nonetheless, “You? Give me advice on romance? Please. It’s like asking a fish for flying lessons. You’re the biggest womanizer I’ve ever met, and I’m pretty sure you don’t know shit about romance,” Lukas explained, resting his chin in the palm of his hand, breathing through his nose in annoyance as he stared back at the blank red paper. Mathias scratched his head in thought.
“Wow, you really are in a pissy mood, huh?” he received a nasty glare from his “friend” and put his hands up in defeat, “Can you at least hear me out?”
Lukas knew Mathias wouldn’t leave until he at least got a sentence out about his so-called “advice on romance”, so he decided to just play along and make the Dane happy. A very rare opportunity. Lukas sighed and rested his cheek in the palm of his hand, giving Mathias a bored stare. “Fine, what is it?”
Instead of blurting out something, like “Have sex!” or “Get wasted!”, he tapped his chin with his gloved his index finger, looking Lukas up and down. Lukas raised an eyebrow in confusion, and before he could get a word out, the drunk Dane snapped his fingers. “Aha! That’s it! You, my dear friend, need a change in your appearance,” Well, Lukas surely wasn’t expecting Mathias to say that at all. The expressionless teen narrowed his eyes and folded his eyes, a sign that his stubbornness was about to come out at full swing.
“Change my appearance? Why would I do that?” Lukas asked, keeping his calm and collective look. Mathias pulled up a chair and looked deep into Lukas’s violet eyes, causing the younger man to lean back. Now he’s just being creepy.
“I heard _______ says she doesn’t like your dull look, and thinks you should change how you look, like your hair and how you dress,” Mathias cupped his chin in his right hand and ran his left hand through Lukas’ platinum blonde locks. Lukas hissed in discomfort.
“Yeah, sure she does. I’m pretty sure you’re just making it up,” Lukas smacked away the elder man’s hand and returned to his desk, swiveling his chair in the process. Mathias rolled his eyes and rose to his feet.
“Why would I do that, Lukas? I know how much you like _______, and how much she likes you. I would never interfere in your relationship, unless I knew it would prove to be good,” he argued. Lukas tapped his pen on the desk and glanced over at Mathias, unsure on whether or not he should believe him. Well, I have no other idea, so what the hell? Besides, if this does turn out to be bad, I’ll just kick his ass. Simple as that.
“Fine, I’ll do whatever you say,” Mathias clapped his hands and smiled a goofy smile.
“Great, let’s go!” the Dane grabbed the Norwegian and dragged him out of the room, towards his nightmare.
Time Skip: February 14th, afternoon
You sat on your mahogany loveseat, legs underneath you and flipping through a Cosmopolitan magazine. It was Valentine’s Day, and you haven’t heard a word from Lukas all day. You knew he hadn’t forgotten, since you bugged him for a whole week about it. You also knew that he was agonizing over what to get you, which you thought was cute, so why hadn’t he called or came over?
You sighed and turned the page, resting your cheek in your fist. You were at the point where you were going to call Lukas and possibly curse him out, when you heard a knock from your apartment door. You jumped up from the couch and ran over to the nearest mirror, straightening your (h/c) hair real fast, and walked over to the door. You pulled open your door, and your bright smile deflated almost instantly. You didn’t recognize who was standing at the door. He had bright blonde hair that was spiked and pretty much defying gravity, which reminded you of your ‘acquaintance’ Mathias’s hair. He wore black sunglasses, a white tank top with pink splotches here and there, a black vest with torn arm holes, skinny jeans, and what looked to be white high tops. You blinked multiple times.
“Wh….who are you?” you asked, chuckling nervously and leaning against your doorframe. The person gulped and blushed in embarrassment, looking away from you.
“Uhm…i-it’s me, ________. Lukas,” you gapped in utter shock and disbelief. No way. What the….hell happened to him?! “Sorry I didn’t come over sooner, I was pretty busy,” Lukas ignored your stare and walked into your apartment, sighing in exhaustion. Like an Etch-A-Sketch, you shook your head to erase what you had just seen.
“Lukas, why do you look like that?” you manage to ask, shutting your door. Lukas rubbed the back of his head before sitting on the love seat.
“No reason, just felt like expressing my personality a bit more,” Lukas propped his feet on your coffee table and nestled his hands behind his head. You continued to stare at him in sheer amazement. Is this, like, a Lukas from another dimension? He never likes to express his personality! You sighed and sat next to him on the love seat. It was pretty awkward, given you didn’t know what to say to him. “Why? Do you…not like me like this?” Lukas blushed, but quickly hid it by placing his hand over his mouth and cheeks and looking away from you.
You tucked a (h/c) strand of hair behind your ear and shifted awkwardly in your seat. “It’s just…..you look so much different than the Lukas I’m used to. Why the sudden change anyway?” you attempted to look him in the eye, but he kept averting your (e/c) orbs for some reason. He at least answered your question.
“Well, I thought that….you didn’t like how I was before, so Mathias helped me change my appearance. But, it turns out you still don’t like my appearance,” Lukas muttered through his hand. You blinked once to comprehend what he said, and then sighed. So…he was feeling insecure about his appearance? You couldn’t help but smile. You thought it was sweet that Lukas, a guy that could kill a guy with just his stare, would go out of his comfort zone to make you happy.
“Lukas,” you reached over and placed a petite hand on top of one of his, “I did like your appearance. Well, not this one,” you paused to giggle, “but who were before,” you smiled at him, and his blush only darkened because of how embarrassed he felt now. You reached up with your free hand and removed his sunglasses, revealing his bright purple eyes, and softly placed your lips on top of his in a warm, sweet kiss. The kiss was simple and quick, as it was over in only a few moments.
“That’s actually good to know. I kind of hate looking like this. I feel like Mathias on a Saturday,” you giggled and he cracked a small smile. It was rare that he would smile, but whenever he did, it was the most beautiful sight to see. “Oh, can I ask you something, ______?”
“What is it?”
“Can I borrow your baseball bat?”