Chapter 9: Princess Lily and Sir Wolfboy


Summer began soon after the events, giving Taylor time to cool off and think about everything that's happened. She wanted to say she was overwhelmed, or taken by surprise. But, she knew. Deep down, somewhere in a place that her mind replayed dreams of growling creatures and images of her father, she knew. The fact the Scott and Isaac were of the same kind was new to her, but it wasn't especially shocking. She knew from the start that Isaac was something, and Scott always seemed to have control over Isaac.

Another thing that replayed over and over in her head was the feeling she had when Isaac was leaning over her, the way he watched her made several feelings chase down her nerves and it came in waves. It still did, every time her senses craved to have him back in her bubble.

Taylor sighed, lifting her phone to read the text Allison sent her. Since that day, Allison and Taylor were talking more and more. At first, it was just small talk. 'Hey, howve you been?' 'Great, and you?' 'I've been good' 'Thats good, do you wanna catch a movie?' They would go to the movies together and come back to talk over popcorn at Taylor's house. It was strange, having a girl for a friend. Usually, she only talked to Danny. However, Allison could talk to her about her father and Scott and Isaac without any problems. Now, Allison and Taylor were together most of the time.

Her father had tried to contact her a few times, but Taylor chose to ignore it and keep him far away from her and her brothers. She decided it was for the best after everything that's happened. She knew it was killing him, it was killing her, but there was nothing else she could do. She needed her brothers to be safe.

Trying to get back into her usual routine, she slid into workout gear and threw her hair up, heading out to take a walk. Her ponytail bounced off her back as she hurried down the stairs, giving a brief hello to her mother in the living room as she made it out of the house.

From Scott's home, Isaac tossed a ball in the air as he listened to Melissa gush over the new nurse at her work. The word 'perfect' had left her mouth about a dozen times by now, used to describe every bone in his body and curve of his face. Isaac turned to Melissa, who continued to go on about him, and interrupted suddenly, "How do I make a girl who hates me like me?"

He figured if anyone knew, it'd be Melissa. However, he caught her off guard, forcing all of her weight to one side as she furrowed her brows in confusion. "A girl?" A smile split open her face as she leaned forward, "It depends on the kind of girl. I've always been a sucker for unexpected gifts. Some of my favorite candy and flowers." Isaac stared at her for a moment.

"I don't know her favorite flower. Or her favorite candy." Isaac stared blankly at her, as if she'd have the answer.

Melissa hummed, thinking for a moment, "Do you know anyone who does?"

...

Danny groaned, hearing the door being pounded on several times before even moving. His eyes fell on Ethan, laying silently beside him, sleeping right through the noise. Danny slid from the sheets and moved towards the door, swinging it open to stop the ruckus. Isaac stood on his front step, an almost nervous look swimming in his eyes. "Hey, I had a question for you."

Danny moved to slam the door, but Isaac caught it in his hand, "It's just a question!" Begrudgingly, Danny reopened the door and stared him down, crossing his arms. Isaac didn't have to say another word before he began.

"Taylor's probably out on her morning walk, she likes lilies, and she doesn't much like candy, try a CD. Preferably, no rap or scream-o. Pick your favorite band, she's a sucker for that stuff." Isaac stared, mouth hanging open slightly in shock about what had just happened when Danny leaned in, "You think Taylor didn't tell me about that little bed fiasco? Isaac, you better watch your step. Don't get yourself hurt." Danny looked at him up and down for a moment before slamming the door shut. Isaac wondered if he meant that as a threat or as advice.

Scratching his head, he moved to the side walk again to mount his bike and ride to the store, slightly unsure about what he was even doing. Using money Melissa had given him, he bought a bouquet of white and pink varieties of lilies, a He is We 'Old Demos' CD ("It's super romantic and she'll get the message" said the music clerk girl), and a small card ("Women love words, I'll help you write something witty" said the flower clerk man).

He stared at the carefully put together present as he set it on her porch step and moved away to leave. In the distance, he heard her voice singing softly to herself and something inside his told him to take it all back and make a run for it. He knew it was now or never and he swept it up in his hand and shoved it all behind his back, turning around quickly enough to give himself whiplash. He watched as she took one more step before meeting his gaze.

"Isaac?" She questioned softly, and he could hear the same sweet intonation as the morning he towered over her. He felt his neck heat up and his hand grip the bouquet wrap behind him as if his life depended on it. Yet, even through all of the ways he felt, he stared at her with the same dangerous lip curl as the first day they met. She shifted, as if uncomfortable, and stared back, clenching her teeth as if it made her look more intimidating (nothing did, if anything she only got cuter in his eyes). He scoffed, as if unimpressed and moved towards her, pushing the bouquet against her chest and then quickly walking away.

She looked down at the flowers, lilies piled skillfully into each other, with a CD pushed into the back and also a small card. She turned around, confused. She saw Isaac mounting his bike again before calling out, "Isaac?" He looked back at her, watching as she hesitated and habitually pushed the fist holding the flowers into the palm of the other hand and rolling it around for a second. "Thank you." The burn of his neck traveled into his cheeks, face pushing back into a pleasantly relaxed position as he nodded, and his large eyes watched her for a second longer before all of him pushed off on the bike and rode off as fast as he could without seeming like he had given her a bomb.

Taylor looked back down, plucking the CD from the bouquet wrap and staring down at it, unfamiliar with He is We. She placed it back in and pulled the card out, hand flipping the empty front cover open and reading the messy hand writing inside,

'I wrote about 5 of these cards, with the help of a very sexual florist man, and it sounded like the first line to a Fifty Shades of Grey type novel. So, I got a new one to write myself. The band I chose was one of my mom's favorite bands. She said she'd love it if a guy said those kind of things to her. 'Pardon Me' reminds me of you, weirdly enough. I'm not really good at this stuff, and I know I don't know you. But I want to.
Text me,
Isaac Lahey

It included a number scratched into the very bottom. A small smile threatened her lips as she stumbled into the house and up the steps to put the CD in her stereo and fell onto her bed as she listened.

...

8:24 PM Taylor
"Your mom has great taste in music."

Isaac showed the text to Melissa, sprawled out on the couch with his head under a pillow. "How do I reply?" She chuckled, pushing the pillow from his face.

"Just be yourself. If she didn't like you at all, she wouldn't have text you."

8:31 PM Isaac
"I thought so, too."

8:33 PM Taylor
"Do you eat sushi?"

8:34 PM Isaac
"I could definitely start."

8:36 PM Taylor
"Do you need to prepare yourself emotionally before you start, or is tomorrow at 7 okay with you?"

Isaac felt something in him bubble up before he threw his phone in a weird surge of excitement and ran into the kitchen, stopping behind the counter to stare at Melissa, making dinner. "She wants to get sushi," he said, almost out of breathe as he tried to process what just happened.

"What'd you say?" He stopped breathing again, looking at the living room again before looking at her. Without another word, he ran back into the living room and snatched his phone from the floor where he ditched it. Melissa chuckled to herself, heart warmed at the boy. He was like a child with his first love.

8:42 PM Isaac
"7 sounds great."

8:44 PM Taylor
"That's a relief, I thought the pause meant I sent you into some weird anxiety attack over some raw fish."

8:46 PM Isaac
"I was doing some breathing exercises to prepare, that's all."

8:49 PM Taylor
"Take up yoga, stretch out your stomach to make sure it can hold the sushi. If you throw it up, I don't think this is gonna work."

8:51 PM Isaac
"I could eat garbage if I was hungry enough."

8:52 PM Taylor
"That's terrifying. You could be the town's own dump."

8:54 PM Isaac
"I'd probably make good money doing that."

8:55 PM Taylor
"I'm sure bugs are only slightly revolting, no worries."

The conversation went on for hours, Taylor grinning next to Allison as she helped her through the flirting process. She looked at her flustered friend and smiled, happy that she finally found someone she liked to talk to this much. She was beginning to wonder if Taylor had ever even liked somebody.


Hey guys! Kind of a push in the Taylor/Isaac direction. Dont worry, I have big plans for this stuff! This isn't even close to the end. Hope you liked the chapter, let me know what you think!