I'm This Close
Delusive Longan
A/N: I'm sure I had a better title, but I lost my mind, and with it, the title.
Friendly Warning: A pairing that you may not like. Deal.
I'll probably never get sick of listening to Isaac's voice. He simply doesn't use it enough.
What he's saying, however, I could probably do without. He just won't shut up about how special Mia is, how charming, nice, pretty. He thinks she's beautiful. I think that's sick.
I wish he knew that he was the real beautiful one. I mean it.
I lie on my back, staring at a spot on the brown, mud ceiling. He stares at me with a strange look in his eyes and I sit up.
"You ok? You seem quiet." If he thinks I'm quiet, there's something seriously wrong.
"I'm fine. What were you saying?" He looks at me a bit longer, then continues on with his obsessed description of Mia. Man, I'm going to throw up if I deal with this for too much longer…
All of the sudden, Ivan's in my face. Really close. He stares at me, with a wicked smirk on his face, and sends a telepathic message.
"I know."
And I stare back, because I don't get it, but then it's suddenly very clear to me what he's figured out. Oh no.
And before I can make a fist to send crashing into his mind-reading skull, he whispers.
"I don't mind."
Isaac is confused. At least there's someone who doesn't know. But I'm still upset. I've been defeated, if Ivan knows that I…
I take a deep breath, and look at the ceiling once more. I spend a lot of time looking at this ceiling, don't I?
"I don't mind what?" asks Isaac. Well, I can't answer that.
I finally take my eyes off the ceiling to look at Isaac. This is where I see Ivan whispering into Isaac's ear. That little runt!
"You worm…" I mutter. But there's no malice in it, what's the use?
Isaac glances up at me. The look on his face is exactly what I expected, surprise, and what seems to be a hint of slight disgust. I'm sort of dejected…
I return the gaze nervously. He walks up to me, lip quirking at the corner, then they turn into a full-fledged smile. He stands a foot away from me, and laughs.
Huh?
"So you like me, eh?" He looks me straight in the eye. I gulp nervously.
He takes one step toward me, leans his head in toward my face and before I can think straight, he's right at my lips…
Ivan laughs. "Gotcha." Isaac dissipates in front of me.
I'm sure I look terrified. Great, because I am terrified. What has he done?
Ivan smiles at me maliciously. That is NOT a nice look to sport.
But a black eye will brighten those features… "Ivan!" I shout and glare with all my might.
He raises an eyebrow and looks at me. "You wouldn't get this mad, if you didn't care so much."
"What are you asking of me, to forget about it? I really believed…" I stop and search for more words.
"What did you believe, Garet? That maybe you had a chance?"
He knows just how to tick me off. I can't take it. I charge at him blindly, he dodges easily. Taking a swing at the left side of his head, he stops my fist. Just holds out his hand, waiting to grab my wrist.
Stunned, I pull it back. He smiles knowingly. All I want to do is smash his face in, is that so much to ask?
"Why'd you do that, Ivan? Why bother tricking me?" I ask.
"Just wanted to make you mad. You just get mad so easily." He answer, his voice unwavering.
Before I think to raise my fist, Ivan mutters.
"Don't hit me."
"And just why not?"
"Because he's behind you." Turning around to look, I see Isaac standing in the doorway. Ivan darts out the door, past Isaac.
"He's right though, you get mad easily. Calm down, Garet." Isaac's voice rings clear.
And no matter how close I get to strangling Ivan, Isaac's always there to hold me back.
Isaac's image fades. Even just an illusion gives me what I need to stop myself. I smile and push the door, sauntering out.
A/N: Please review, I'd like to know what you think. Thanks.