Most of the time, Even loves Jonas.
He does- Jonas is quick witted and intelligent. He loves films and art and Even has the most interesting conversations with Jonas when they’re both high off their ass. Even more interesting ones when they aren’t.
He means, yeah sure, every now and then they butt heads when it comes to Isak because they both love him dearly in their own ways, but at the end of the day; they are always willing to laugh it off into a can of beer.
So they’re chill. Even likes Jonas.
But at this moment, Even wants to break the curly headed fuck’s neck.
“Let’s take marriage for instance,” Jonas says, sipping a can of beer and gesturing wildly to both the other boys in their squad and the girls, “It’s nothing but a capitalistic invention. People throw these huge ceremonies and spend millions of dollars on bullshit like valentine’s day cards and wedding receptions. I mean really– marriage is obsolete in this day and age. What the fuck is a piece of paper going to tell you? Completely unnecessary.”
Even clenches his jaw, because Isak is nodding in his hesitant way, looking interested in the topic. Slowly being convinced maybe.
That just won’t do. Because Even has a ring in his pocket that he’s been carrying around for ages and tonight was supposed to be the night that he was going to drop down on his legs and ask the fucking question.
But fucking Jonas is messing shit up.
“I don’t think it’s obsolete,” Even says through gritted teeth, “Standing up in front of you family and friends and promising yourself to the one person in the world you can’t live without.”
Jonas snorts, “One person you can’t live without? Should we talk about divorce rates?”
Sana, bless her, must notice that Even is about to blow a gasket and maybe jump Jonas in the not at all fun way. She clears he throat and changes the subject easily enough.
But Even glares at him steadily. Clearly boldly enough that Isak gives him a bizarre look and a nudge
Sorry baby, Even thinks, I know he’s your best friend, but I’ll kill him if he affects how you see us.
Jonas stands up and stretches after a minute, pecking Eva’s head in the process. “I’m going to grab some chips.”
His chance. Even stands up, “I’ll help you.”
“Oh no, it’s alright I’m just-”
Even narrows his eyes, “I’ll help you.”
So the kitchen is awkward because Jonas can’t figure out why Even is laser beam staring and him and Even is just crossing his arms and glaring.
“Did I… do something?”
“You’ve gotta stop with this no marriage shit,” Even whispers, moving closer and giving the entrance to the kitchen a surreptitious glance, “You’re killing me, Jonas. Like actually killing me.”
Jonas raises his eyebrows, “What the fuck? Why?”
Even sighs through his nose, “Because I have a fucking ring in my pocket that I’m planning on proposing with in approximately 45 minutes, you shit.”
Jonas’s eyes go wide, “No way! You and Isak are getting married? That’s fucking awesome!”
Even throws his arms up and hisses, “Yeah, it’s awesome. But it’s going to be less awesome when Isak decides suddenly that marriage is a capitalistic trap!”
Jonas winces, “Okay I see your point. Sorry man, I didn’t know.”
Even lets out a breath. At least he was being reasonable. “It’s chill… just cool it a bit until after.”
Noora’s high pitched voice, “Everything okay in there? Where are the chips?”
Jonas pats Even on the back and grins, “This is fucking awesome. Married. Isak is so gonna ask me to be his best man.” And then louder, “We’re coming out now. Couldn’t find them!”
Jonas and Even settle back into the respective seats. There was a brief lull of silence before Jonas cleared his throat, “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve had a change of heart. Everyone should get married. Marriage is the fucking best.”