Let Me Sing Your Lahey Blues and I Will Take You Away
-Hunter
Chapter 3: That boy
"I want to know you"
- Scott
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"Hello?" Isaac nervously asked. He didn't know why he was nervous. Maybe it was because the only person who ever called him was Jackson, maybe it was because he was new to this more-than-one-friend thing or maybe it was because this was Scott. And that last thought made him feel some sort of discomfort.
"Hey," a very Scott like voice replied, "I got your text," he finished.
"Oh, that's good, how are you?" Isaac replied almost a bit too quickly. It wouldn't do to show Scott he was this eager, this desperate and this anxious for friends.
"I'm pretty good actually, really good, today was just one of those really awesome days- it was just calm and peaceful, so what about you? How are you?" Isaac wished he could understand and know how to be so free with someone new. It made him feel strange.
"Um, I'm okay and stuff-yeah," Isaac replied and for that he wanted to dig a hole for himself because, honestly? Really? Was that all he could think of? And so Isaac listened painfully as an awkward silence ensued and closed his eyes, trying to will the pain to go away.
"Yeah – so, how was your first day at Beacon Hills?" Scott tried, probably sensing the awkwardness and also trying to will it to go away.
"It was actually much better than I expected- I think I made some friends, yeah," Isaac told him truthfully.
"Stiles, right?"
"Yeah, not only Stiles- there's Matt and, um I don't know if you know her, but her name is Erica," Isaac was sure that Scott didn't know her- but still he tried.
"Hmmph, doesn't ring a bell…"
"She's um- blonde and well she's quite pretty actually, but yeah she's not really the type to be noticed, and I understand why you wouldn't really notice her," He regretted very much saying these words, it sounded insensitive and jerkish- and wow, what a way to piss off a new friend.
"Oh really?" Isaac sincerely hoped that that was amusement in his voice.
"Um-well, I'm sorry if that came off jerkish or anything, it's just, this is my first time doing this kind of thing,"
"Doing what kind of thing?"
"Having friends outside Jackson," Isaac answered, embarrassed.
"Oh, so Jackson is your friend, like serious shit?" Scott asked genuinely surprised.
"Yeah, he is, my best friend in fact, is it surprising because you kind of sound surprised?"
"Um, no, not at all- really, it's just- well, I don't know how you can be friends with that guy."
"Oh. I see, I understand," Isaac replied wisely, but still wanting to defend Jackson.
"Wait, um-, it's not like I'm trying to badmouth him or anything, it's just we've never really gotten along and you seem pretty decent so I don't know how douchebag him and you are friends- no offence," Scott was quick to add.
"Oh, none taken ,I understand and know where you're coming from- you see, Jackson's just kind of a closed person and tends to take up a certain image or façade to fit the environment, he is the way he is at school and he is the way he is here at home with me; it's really nice sometimes, just knowing that I'm one of the very few people he opens up to."
"Wow, well- I think, I, like a lot of other people have unfortunately misread Jackson Whittemore." He chuckled at that and Isaac could swear it felt like Scott was laughing right next to him.
"Well not all the time- he can be a right prick at times," Isaac continued to say.
"Dude, did you just say right prick? Did you just call Jackson a right prick?" Apparently that was really funny because in the next five seconds Scott had a laughing fit.
"What? Is there something wrong with that? I watch a lot of British stuff, Jackson can vouch for me," There's nothing better than being laughed at really…
"No- no-not at all", Scott actually managed while trying to get some air in his lungs. And then he chuckled more and more into the mouthpiece and then he got quiet but not quiet enough for Isaac to not be able to hear the silent laughs, and that told Isaac he was probably really getting a kick out of this.
"Really? You're going to silently laugh at me and tell me there's nothing wrong with anything I said?" Isaac said with mock hurt.
"No, no, it's just- I have never heard anyone use that phrase and especially on Jackson."
"But you just called him a douchebag not a minute ago."
"I did, but I didn't call him a right prick, which is really funny, but very true."
"I beg to di-
"At most times, alright," Scott playfully remarked before Isaac could finish what he wanted to say.
"Well, I could almost agree with you on that, because today he ruthlessly reminded me of the Water incident we had…"
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"I'm really sorry about your phone bill in advance," Isaac chuckled into his pillow, he didn't know how he got there, on the bed, in the blankets, but at some point in time, he crawled up his sheets.
"Oh, that, don't even sweat it- it's more than worth it- I got to talk to you a bit, yeah," Scott said sleepily over the phone, they'd been talking since Isaac got home now it was almost midnight.
"But I hear the rates are cheaper from eleven till five in the morning," Isaac said, not really caring whether or not that was relevant information or not.
" You know I've never talked to anyone for this long, not even Allison in our beginning days," Scott remarked quietly- it was strange that this was the only time that he mentioned her, after all those hours of talking about almost everything.
"What do you mean in the beginning?" Isaac couldn't help but ask, he was curious.
Scott sighed into the phone before replying much less softer than just now, "let's just say, things are not like they used to be and frankly I'm not sure which one of us is getting fed up."
"That…um doesn't sound good, I'm sorry about that," Isaac tried saying because that was the only thing he could think of saying.
"It's okay, really, come on, let's not run my good mood, and it's also really because of you that I'm in a good mood really," Scott said almost breathlessly, like he's moving about.
"Are you moving?"
"Oh, is the network acting up?"
"No, it sounds like you're moving," Isaac said comfortably.
"Yeah, actually I am, I'm in the blankets."
"Oh really? I thought I was the only one."
"I was merely trying to get comfortable."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Isaac asked jokingly.
"I'm just saying who knows what you're doing in those sheets." The innuendo made him stop and think.
"What, what-I'm- nothing-how-I'm not- doing anything or whatever, and- what are you talking about?" Isaac was incredibly grateful that Scott could not see him through the phone. He was tremendously grateful that people had not developed some sort of telekinetic superpowers that allowed them to see other people through the phone. All in all, Isaac was grateful for the not-so-developed development of the world.
"Dude-relax, I was just joking, sorry, you're just really fun to tease," Scott reassured Isaac.
"I hope," Isaac muttered to himself- this was all very strange and new to him. He felt a slight build-up of easiness at the thought of this just being a one-time thing.
" I think I am going to hit the sack, Isaac, it's been awesome talking to you and when I say this I don't mean I'm not going to talk to you again, I will sincerely call you and talk to you at school, and that's a McCall promise."
"It's a McCall promise? So I can McCount on you?"
"Yeah, you can totally McCount on me."
"Goodnight Scott."
"Goodnight Isaac."
Isaac looked at his phone as he watched the phone call cut. Facing the ceiling, Isaac finally closed his eyes, but slept with a pleasant smile that he thought he probably wouldn't have been able to wipe off even if he tried.
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"Dude, what time did you sleep last night? You look dead," Jackson asked exasperated as they ate breakfast at Isaac's house again. Today was a new day and luckily Isaac had his own coffee and that was definitely going to help him survive the morning because minus six hours of sleep just isn't sexy, especially around the eyes.
One thing that wasn't murky and making him want to go to bed was the memories of last night. The hours he just talked with Scott, it kind of felt and seemed surreal-so much that Isaac had to check his call log from last night to be sure that he actually talked to him at all.
"M'fine," he moaned into his coffee before looking up to see Jackson's eyes filled with clever indifference. It usually meant two things; one, Jackson knows you're hiding something or Jackson is very suspicious and probably knows what you did.
"Alright then- can I ask you something?" He asked while texting somebody on his phone.
"What do you need to know Jackson? I'm not really what people would normally call alright- maybe I'm not feeling well, maybe I have a fever or influenza or some nasty airborne disease I can easily and intentionally catch to avoid going to school…on day two; How pathet-"
"Isaac, you're rambling."
"Oh," he said lifting his head from the table counter, but after a while he continued to say," Do we really have to go to school today?"
"And what exactly do you think you're going to achieve by not going? You're just going to be alone anyway so I don't even know why you're trying." Jackson lifted raised an eyebrow whilst still texting on his phone to show exactly how impossible that was. "Just get ready, man- if you would actually tell me what was wrong, I might be able to help- I am your best friend after all and that's what we're for unless those pamphlets from Peter weren't useless after all."
"You actually read those?"
"Yes, it's my duty as your friend to read your pamphlets from the guidance counselor at school who is secretly your therapist who I do not pay for. Yeah, it's totally my duty and I totally read them."
"Whoa, hey, dude, no need for the overload of sarcasm, I didn't push you to the wrong side of the bed last night,"
"Get what you dish is all I'm saying,"
"Jackson- I am not being sarcastic with you!"
"No, you're not, but you're also not telling me something, something I should know judging by how you're reacting to it, that's what I'm here for you know."
"Okay, I'm sorry, it's just that it's happened very recently and I need to sort things out before I determine whether or not there actually is a problem, and you know me and problems Jackson- I have to talk to you about them; I wouldn't be Isaac the fuckup if I didn't and I really hold that title you gave me very close to my heart you know."
"Lahey, you will be the end of yourself, but just tell me when you need help with that, okay?'
"Thanks man, you're awesome and you have no idea and you will never have an idea."
"Hahaha, very funny, keep the compliments coming."
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"So- Day two?" Isaac asked himself as he got out of Jackson's car. Jackson was currently busying himself with his hair; he was wearing a pair of shades today with a black leather jacket with a grey T-shirt and tight black denims. He ruffled his hair here and there trying to make it into his signature fashion.
"One of these days I'll make you get my haircut," Jackson said.
"What's wrong with the haircut I have?" Isaac asked consciously touching his short blonde curls to reassure himself somehow.
"It's so eighties twink."
"Twink? Jackson if I am not mistaken that is a term mostly used in-"
"Porn- not everybody's a Bambi like you, you know."
"Bambi? Okay, I'll get back to that, but the twink thing is kind of not you, because don't you find that in gay porn? And last time I checked Jackson, you are straight."
Jackson huffed as he adjusted the last strand of his hair and finally started to walk with Isaac, "you make it sound so bad, being straight."
"I can feel your air quotes."
"And me, yours," Jackson countered.
"But Jackson, don't you think it's a bit…" Isaac tried to finish, but found himself unable to say the words, maybe for fear of upsetting Jackson more.
"A bit what?"
"Nothing, it's okay, we can go to the Bambi thing."
And for what seemed like a very long minute neither party said anything.
"Danny."
"Danny? What has Danny got to do with this?" Isaac almost tripped over the stairs.
"Watch your step," he grabbed Isaac's arm to steady him," Danny mentioned it once and I asked him about it."
Realization or whatever that was there dawned upon Isaac and he muttered an "Okay."
"Yeah. Okay. I have more than one gay friend," and when he saw Isaac was about interrupt," or bisexual friend," is what he added.
"I wasn't going to-"
"Say that? Isaac, don't forget I've known you for over a decade."
"Why are we talking about me anyway? This is supposed to be about you- yeah, Danny told you about twinks and stuff, yeah, okay, really cool." He fumbled through his locker for his books, and didn't look Jackson in the eye whilst Jackson was leaning against the lockers with his books ready.
"I think you should dye your hair."
"I should dye my hair? Now it's my hair color?" Isaac looked at Jackson in disbelief.
"No, we should both dye our hair's," messing with his hair again," I'm sure you're tired of looking like Bambi Goldilocks and I'm tired of looking like a typical sexy Hollywood actor-"
"And you're tired of that?"
"I wish I could show you how hard it is being me, " withdrawing his hand he went forth to play with Isaac's even with the slight height difference- Isaac had to bend a little," I think you'd make a pretty hot redhead."
"Bambi Weasley?"
"No-less Bambi, more Redhead Stud."
"Yet again-"
"Leave me and my language alone, Lahey.
"Alright, but you don't even know what I was going to ask."
"This is all Danny's fault."
"What is all my fault? A fresh voice from the background asked.
"Well…" Isaac began, turning to greet Danny.
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New Text Message
Scott McCall:
Scott: u luk nyc 2day
Isaac: What, dude, where are you and how can you see me?
Scott: Dnt turn arund, jst behind u, 2 seats away
Scott: of CORSE u'd be th typ to typ in full
Isaac: you can type in full too, it's not too hard :0
Scott: da faq is dat smiley
Isaac: it's my favorite- you can jam it into a lot of situations and itd still be 100% fully sensible
Scott: ur not being sensible 3
Isaac: what? How? ;/
Scott: c?
Isaac : that was a typo, I meant ":/"
Scott: smileys hav no typos
Isaac: Almost typing in full! Yayayayay! Should we give you some kind of prize :0
Scott: scrwq u
Isaac: * screw
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The alarm bell rang far much sooner than Isaac thought, he almost dropped his phone in (no pun intended) alarm. He pocketed his phone, packed his books- but not in time to stop Scott from flicking him on the neck.
He was about to turn and flick at Scott back, before Jackson moved next to him from heaven knows where and glared at Scott before his regained his composure.
"I think you'd better stick to your Stilinski, McCall," Jackson said- Isaac winced at the tone of his voice and turned to look at a carefully composed Jackson. He was almost fooled. He turned to Scott and hoped that he'd take Isaac's face as a hint and leave it alone.
"Whatever dude," Scott replied blankly and walked away with a frowning Stiles behind him.
"So what did I miss…again?" Danny asks jokingly.
A/N: I has not abandoned you guys
Thank you to all those that don't think I'm a horrible person-i dont deserve your kindness. I wish I could have written more for you guys. I'm hoping to get this fic going along now.