Week 7: Søren / Ingvar

For once everything seemed to be going the way he had planned. He was sure he had taken everything, the weather was beautiful, and Ingvar had seemed almost willing to go. They had been dating for a while now, but Ingvar was never as pleased to see him as Søren wished. Maybe things would turn better now.

Søren was waiting in front of his boyfriend's house with his bright red bicycle, loaded with a picnic basket in addition with a large umbrella, just in case the weather chose to change.

Ingvar came out of the house putting his cross pin in his hair to keep it out of his face. He was running just a little late today which was not was absolutely not acceptable. When he came up to Søren he was fixing his pin for the second time.

"Is there anything specific that you want me to bring?" He hoped the answer was no, because that would mean he would have to go back intothe house and get it and it would just make them leave later then that intended.

Despite how he acted, Ingvar really did care for Søren and he liked spending time with him. He just couldn't deal with the Dane in large doses all the time.

Soren felt his heart flutter as his date came out of the house. He couldn't help it, he just seemed to fall head over heels over and over again. The way the Norwegian fixed that hairpin of his... He had to admit he sometimes thought like a teenage girl, but in this case, he allowed it.

"No, I have everything! Even an umbrella, just in case! Are we ready to go, or do you need something?"

The Dane smiled happily. Something inside him said that today was going to be one of the best says he'd spent with Ingvar. He hoped with all his might that this something was right.he had for once carefully planned this, and, to be honest, was almost afraid something would go wrong.