I was 13 and Isaac was 15. We spent every summer together but this summer we slept over each others houses and spent every waking moment together doing everything. Today was an especially hot day and we decided to go swimming well my mom was out. I changed into a bikini which I never use to wear because I was not confident in my body but I had slimmed out and grew a little. When I walked out of the house Isaac was in his swimming trunks and his jaw hit the floor. He was looking for the right words to say as he scanned my body causing me to blush. I twirled a piece of my hair as my nervous friend began to speak. "Izzy y-you look a-amazing." I smiled, "Thanks now lets start swimming." I said diving gracefully into the water.

At the time my favorite movie was and still is Dirty Dancing. I loved the part were Patrick Swazey lifts Jennifer Grey above his head in the water so I asked Isaac to do it with me. The nervous and shy boy swam all the way to the other side of the pool. "Ready?" I asked and Isaac said yes. I started to run and jumped feeling Isaac's hands grab my waist. He held me over his head. "Izzy I'm gonna drop you." He then dropped me and I feel on top of him both of us following into the water. He helped me to the surface asking me if I was okay. His hands were on my waist and my arms were around his neck. "Isaac," I said the boy looked at me with confused eyes. "Whats wrong Izzy?" I started to blush. "Well we both haven't been kissed before and well I was wondering if maybe you'd want to um..." The boy started to blush a little. He moved his hand to the back of my neck, using the other to grip firmly onto my hip as I wrapped my legs around his waist. We leaned in slowly, our hearts racing. When our lips connected it felt like magic. When we heard my mom pull up we jumped out of the pool giggling and ran in the house. We headed for the kitchen and saw my mom and older sisters, Charlie and Logan (clearly my parents wanted boys, which thy got after having another girl later on). They held boxes of pizza. We looked at each other and grabbed one box heading for my room. We turned on Dirty Dancing, ate pizza, and held hands.

My name is Izabella or Bella for short, only Isaac calls me Izzy. I'm now 15 and attending the only high school in Beacon Hills. A lot has changed but Isaac and I have made it through it all. Isaac's mother ran out on them, Camden, Isaac's older brother, died in combat overseas, and Mr. Lahey started abusing Isaac. I wanted to tell the police but Isaac begged me not to. My parents had gotten a divorce. My older sister Charlie, who is 21, was caught doing drugs and attempted suicide. My other older sister, Logan, who is 19, is failing out of college. My younger sister Macie is 7 and my brother Dylan is 5.

Almost every night since Isaac started getting abused he has shown up at my window. Tonight was no exception. It was 10:30 on a Wednesday night during school, when Isaac threw rocks at my window. I rolled out of bed wearing tight shorts and a lose t-shirt. I opened the window to see a bloody and bruised Isaac. I helped him in the room and sat him on my bed. I grabbed the first-aid kit I kept in my dresser, patching him up before pulling the comforter over him and tucking him in. "Izzy, you don't have to sleep on the couch." Isaac half smiled at me as he attempted to pull me onto the bed. My mother was not home she was away on a business deal and Logan was watching us, occasionally having dad check on us. He was giving me pity money, which I hated to take but was saving for my Dodge Charger I was getting when I turned 16 hopefully.

I lied down curling into Isaac's side. He played with my hair as I traced his veins on his arm. We fell asleep by midnight. In the morning my alarm went off. It was 6:30 I got up and showered changing for school. I grabbed the extra clothes I had bought for Isaac when he stayed and lied them on the bed, a plain grey t-shirt and jeans. I put make up on, mascara and eyeliner, and braided my hair. I woke Isaac up as I headed down stairs. I poured some Reese's Puff cereal and grabbed the milk. I sat down when Isaac ran down the stairs. It was 7 o'clock and we sat and ate in silence. I never made Isaac talk about his abuse but he usually did. We always told each other everything.

When it was 7:15 we head to the door. I grabbed my backpack and we walked to school. It was a silent walk as we listened to Radioactive on my iPhone. We had almost every class together and we ate lunch together. At lunch I got a turkey sandwich and sat down. I took a bite and swallowed. Isaac always made sure I ate because I had issues with not eating in the past. "So do you want to stay another night or come over after school?" I asked him looking around at all the people starring at us. I was a pretty girl, or so I've been told, and no one knew why I was friends with Isaac. When we got into high school all my friends didn't want to hang out with Isaac so I lost them all. I didn't want to leave Isaac, he had been crushed enough and I was to attached. He was my best friend, better then any of them. "No I have my shift at the grave yard tonight." He half smiled. He took the late night shifts when his father was drinking. "Okay well can I come visit?" I smiled touching his hand. "Only if you eat all of that." He said eyeing the sandwich. I smirked. "Fine."

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