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Btw. Rated M. For Cussing, violence, gore, blood, and alll that horrible shet. THAT is ABOUT to COME. Do not run. It will find you.
Also Rated M for Mature because you can never be so sure. There are plenty of immature people in the world and im partially one of them. Hush. Don't ask.
Keep Calm and Read Sterek/Issac X OC.
I stood there watching Isaac only for a brief moment. He caught me.
I looked away as I felt a huge wave of guilt wash over me.
Not knowing where to place my eyes.
I stared down shiny polished tiled floors of the PE office. I ignored the guilt that was eating me alive.
I just didn't know what to say. I've never had anyone stand up for me before.
Isaac didn't care he was going to get in trouble for beating up some kid who bad mouthed me.
Why did he sacrifice himself?
Mr. Argent was lecturing them about not starting fights and to learn self-control.
I kept asking myself questions in my head. Replaying my thoughts and what had just happened.
When Mr. Argent finally finished, he grunted, "You. Take this note and them both to the health office to get fixed up. Get a late note from the nurses office."
"Yes sir." I stated with an emotionless tone.
I helped them both stand up, the short kid, and the tall, towering Isaac.
I silently led them to the nurses office.
The office was quite busy by the time we got there.
It was filled with coughing, barfing, sick students, and the students seemed to have similar symptoms.
Strange. It's the first day of school. Why would there be so many sick students? Was the flu going around? Guess I better check the news later when I get home.
The nurse eyed me standing by the door holding up the two beaten boys. Without a word, she directed me to a small room with two unoccupied cots and a first aid kit.
Luckily, the school had a huge infirmary with many rooms and supplies.
I'm guessing by the number of students in the infirmary she her hands were quite full.
I helped the kid and Isaac on the two separate cots.
"Hey." the familiar voice said. It was Isaac's voice.
I turned to him expecting some smart ass remark to come out of his mouth. Instead, he was staring at the ground.
"Hello. Finally decided you weren't too cool to talk to me at school? Considering the fact you were staring me down for almost the entire day." I remarked coldly.
"Take care of him first. We'll talk later." He just stated.
I silently wiped away all blood, cleaned up the other kid, bandaged him, and sent him off.
The kid muttered an apology and Thank you. He closed the door behind him as he left.
At least he knew how to respect people's privacy.
"…Look… I'm sorry I left two years without a note or anything. Please don't be mad at me. I can explain. Just give me a chance." he started in a soft tone. His dark sapphire-grey eyes shone as he gazed intently.
"Why do you think I would be mad? It's your business you left two years ago" I responded as I gently wiped off the dried blood on his nose.
"I know your father died and he was the only family you had left." I continued moving to wipe away the blood on his lips and chin.
"I don't think it's my right to know what's going on with you at all times. You had your reasons."
I pulled out a clean cloth and soaked it in warm water, "I don't think we are best friends or friends anymore, just class mates. No scratch that. More like strangers. We drifted apart over two years."
"Look. You've changed. I've changed." I added.
I lightly withheld the sides of his sharp cheekbones and wiped the dirt and remnants off his handsome face.
I took some medicine and dabbed it on his cuts and bruises. Knowingly it stings when applied.
"And there's nothing that can be done about it. It's in the past."
He winced as the medicine took effect. He pulled the medicine from my hands and set it on the metal tray beside us.
I turned away. Pretending to be busy cleaning the mess I made on the counter.
The cot creaked as he stood.
He grabbed my warm hands from behind me, pulling my back close to his chest, and held me there.
It was as if he were on fire. He was scorching, burning hot. But, he seemed perfectly fine.
Strange.
He turned me around by the shoulders and cupped my face with his surprisingly soft hands, thumbs tracing my cheekbones. He stared into my eyes with his beautiful striking blue eyes of his and asked, "What if I don't want to change? What if I want things just the way they used to be?"
Flustered, I was mesmerized. He just stared right into my maple-brown eyes. And I just stared back his perfect sapphire blue eyes.
My eyebrows furrowed. No. This isn't right. I pulled away.
"But you have changed. We both have. We're different now. You're not the same Isaac I knew then.
Time changes us whether we like it or not."
"What if I am the same old Isaac you once knew?"
"No Isaac. There is no 'if'. You've grown up. So have I."
"But, I'm still me. I'm still your Isaac. I haven't changed one bit, only my looks, self esteem, and confidence."
"You aren't the Isaac I once knew. Just stop. Why are you so adamant on convincing me you're the Isaac from two years ago?"
Isaac was silent, taking a deep breath before continuing.
"I've stopped running away. I left because I wanted some time alone with myself and my pac-", He stopped himself in thought.
"With your?..." I asked expectantly.
"Uh, with my cousin." He stuttered.
"Uh-huh. I see. What cousin? I don't remember you talking about family much."
"He's my extended family."
"Oh really? What's his name? It would be really nice to meet him."
"Uh, Derek." he answered as his eye twitched.
I watched him with disbelief. I was too tired to be angry. I only felt disappointment.
"You know what? I'm done. First, you left without a note saying anything making me worry my ass off about you. Second, you disappeared when I needed you the most. And now you appear out of thin air." I felt myself choking out the words.
I started waving my hands around, gesturing. I tend to do that a lot when my emotions take over.
"Third, I came out to you and told you how I felt. I didn't even get a response before you took off. You could have at least told me you weren't interested and said we could or couldn't be friends."
I paused, fumbling over how my thoughts were channeled out. And then I snapped.
"Now you're telling me you're back after two years with your cousin Derek? I suffered from your rejection, and grieved over the empty space you left in my heart it for two years Isaac! Two fucking years!"
Tears were welling in the corners of my eyes.
I felt my vision getting watery.
"I-I needed some time to think. I was unsure of what to say. I-I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking at the time. I never meant to hurt you. I mean it." he stuttered as he explained.
He was focused on me with a sad, apologetic look. His eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, trying to express what he was saying.
He knew I was about to cry. So he closed the spaced between us putting a soft hand on my left shoulder pulling me in so we were chest to chest, and with his right hand he tucked in my head down so I was nuzzling his neck. My nose fit perfectly between his neck and shoulder like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He craned his head so his nose and lips were in my hair
I wrapped my arms around his waist tightly as we both stood still. I inhaled his scent and settled in the nostalgic, intoxicating familiarity.
It was like how I held him when he cried after his father's death.
Isaac used to stutter a lot when he felt a certain range of emotions. I smiled to myself bitterly as I remembered his stutter when he was lying, crying, guilty, grieving, and all of the darker emotions.
I remembered as I forced him to tell me if he had gotten me anything for my birthday. I specifically told him not to get me anything. Just hanging out with him for an entire day was a good enough present.
But we hung out every day and I guess he didn't think it was a good present.
His response was, "U-uh, I didn't get you anything…"
And with that response, I knew he was lying, a horrible dorky liar.
He ended up getting the two of us friendship bracelets. He also gave me his all time favorite hoodie and his Lacrosse jersey. The hoodie and jersey smelled deeply of Isaac. A warm nostalgic scent of safety, acceptance, security, and friendship.
They were wrapped in a box within a box within another box and another.
Why? Because he is a fucking tease like that.
I also remembered asking him if he liked anyone.
"N-n-no one." He quipped.
"Liar." I accused. I would always tease him and tried to bug him into telling me. But he never cracked. And I never found out.
He continued, "I-I met Derek at my father's funeral. He offered me a place to stay with him and a few of his friends. I-I thought about it. And I decided it was the best choice at the time."
"He had just died and I-I just wanted to get away from everything. I-I never knew I would hurt you. I-I was just confused. I didn't know whether to feel sad or glad he died."
He paused.
"I know he did all of those a-abusive things. H-he didn't used to do them when my mother was alive. He didn't. I- I forgive him for that."
His voiced cracked. I stayed silent trying to hold back my tears. There was a long silence.
"W-what did you mean when you needed me the most and I disappeared? What happened?"
"…My parents were murdered."
After he heard those words, Isaac stopped breathing and held me closer.
"What!? What do you mean murdered?"
"They were killed. Right in front of me."
"… Do you, you know-… Need to talk about them to me?"
"No. Not today. Not yet."
"Ok. I can wait for you."
"Sorry."
"Don't be. I should be the one saying sorry."
There was a long pause.
"Remember those times you used to ask me who I liked?" he asked. His voice was soft as he let me go from the long embrace.
I nodded, "Yeah. Why do you ask?" I managed.
"I lied." he confessed bravely.
I gave him a light laugh, "No, shit Sherlock. I know you did."
"How do you know when I lie? Tell me." he begged. His face was full of amusement. It seemed the sadness that was tugging on our hearts had eased and not a care in the world was left.
"I'm not telling you." I grinned, "I want to save that secret for a rainy day."
I gave a couple seconds of silence before speaking again. "So… Who do you like?"
"Eh? I thought you said you we were strangers.", he asked ever so cheekily, "Why should I tell you? "
I gasped and pouted, "Hey! Don't sass me! You know I was just giving you crap for disappearing like that."
"So you just wanted to make me wallow in my own pool of guilt and misery?" he tried to fake a frown instead it turned into a lopsided grin.
"What kind of a best friend are you?" he sparingly asked.
I smirked, "I'm an awesome best friend who likes seeing you in misery."
He gave me a faked hurt look, "Ouch. That hurts."
"Come on now. Tell me who you like. You just confessed to lying. It is an amazing day in history." I laughed.
"I can't. I'm miserable." he hung his head to the side. "My best friend wants me to be that way, so I will be." He declared.
"Okay. Okay. I give. I give." I raised my hands in surrender. "I don't want to see you in misery. Now stop. Tell me bro!" I teased.
There was sudden tension in the air before Isaac finally opened his mouth and spoke.
"You. I liked you then. And I still like you now."
"Haha, that's funny. No really Now tell me who you really like." I jokingly glared.
His hand shot out and gripping my lower waist. Before I could react, I was slung into his chest, held in a vice grip by his arms. One hand was on my neck, the other on my lower back, pressing into my flesh.
"The one I really like, is you Ethan." He huffed into the crevice of my neck with a warm breath that sent shivers down my spine. With those words, he smothered me, almost crushing my ribs.
"Dork." I said as I cracked a smile from the corner of my mouth and brought up my arms to embrace Isaac's strong shoulders.
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