Date 4
Isaac was in good mood for once and that alone was a rare thing, but still Jackson thought that there was something different with the boy when they met at the parking lot of the school, so they could go to their first class together. Isaac was humming to some unknown random tune, an everlasting smile stamped across his face; he greeted Jackson with a half-hug and a squeeze on the shoulder, which was unusual since he has always avoided unnecessary physical contact.
As Isaac walked away towards the main school building, Jackson took the time to stare at his back kind of wide-eyed prior to simply shrugging it off and following the other boy from close behind. Their first class was Calculus and as usual Isaac sat down beside Jackson in order to get the guy to help him out since he seemed to struggle a bit with the subject and couldn't quite understand the explanation their teacher gave.
Instead of paying attention to the class as he usually did, Jackson kept watching Isaac with amusement written on his features. Not only was Isaac actually paying attention to class and not grumbling for once. "What happened?" Jackson finally asked, the curiosity getting the best of him, causing Isaac to turn his face to look at him, his eyebrow quirked in confusion. "Uh, nothing? Why do you?" Jackson looked skeptical at Isaac's reply. "No reason, you just seem to be in a very good mood." The younger Whittemore said after all, adding a roll of his shoulders to seem nonchalant. Isaac shook his head at Jackson in amusement, but made no further comment on the subject, mumbling a "We'll talk about that after class" to the guy prior to moving his full attention back to class.
As the bell rang signaling the end of class, both Isaac and Jackson began packing their stuff, but that didn't prevent Jackson from asking his friend what was going on. Isaac had promised to tell him what was up after class and he was going to make him talk, whether he wanted to do so or not. "So," Jackson started cautiously. "Tell me what's up." He completed, eyeing Isaac with a firm gaze. "The ceiling." Isaac replied, not stopping to pack his things. "Smartass, tell me what really is up." Jackson more demanded than asked, pointing his index finger at Isaac's face and mastering a serious facial expression.
"How do you feel about hitting the movies with me tonight?" Isaac asked out of the blue, randomly changing the subject, causing Jackson to arch a brow at him in question. "Keep talking, Lahey." The younger Whittemore said, deciding that it would be a good strategy to get on Isaac's good books now, so he could get the boy to spill what got him so happy later. "There's this thriller movie I want to watch…" Isaac was saying before Jackson cut him off. "What movie?" Isaac rolled his eyes at the interruption, but replied to the question anyway. "Annabelle." Once again Jackson quirked his eyebrow. "The one about the creepy doll?" He asked and Isaac replied with a nod. "Sure!" Jackson shrugged nonchalantly. "I'll pick you up at seven. Chris is lending me his car." Isaac announced proudly and as the Lahey boy did before, Jackson nodded.
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"I already bought the tickets online." Isaac said as he saw Jackson walking towards the ticket office. They had just arrived at the movie theater; Jackson was dressed as his usual self, Calvin Klein jeans, the latest Nike tennis shoes, an Armani T-shirt and his black leather jacket, to Isaac he looked perfect and he couldn't help but stare at the guy. "Aren't you smart, Lahey?" Jackson asked rhetorically, snapping Isaac out of his daydream. "The movie starts in twenty minutes. Let's grab some popcorn and a team gulp cup of Fanta." Jackson smiled subtly at Isaac and then nodded, making his way to the line of the concession stand.
Once they entered the room, Isaac and Jackson made their way to the back row, sitting down just as the trailers started passing. "So, want to tell me what got you in such a good mood?" Jackson asked, lowering the tone of his voice to an almost inaudible whisper, leaning towards Isaac, so he'd be the only one to hear the question. Even though the room wasn't much crowded, he didn't want anyone asking him to shut up, it wouldn't do well to his pride. "Nothing really, I just woke up like this." Was Isaac reply, which earned him a skeptical look from Jackson, who didn't seem to believe in him at all. "Sure, sure." Jackson replied, already leaning back against his chair because the movie was just about to start.
All the time during the movie Isaac jumped in fright at something that was happening, causing Jackson to snicker quietly at him, amused by how childish he looked, covering his eyes with his palm, but letting the curiosity win him over and opening his fingers to take a glance at the screen. As the movie reached the climax, Isaac unconsciously leaned against Jackson and hid his face onto the guy's shoulder, leaving the younger Whittemore in an awkward position where he didn't know what to do. Opting to be a supportive friend, Jackson patted Isaac's back soothingly.
"You can look now, the scary part is over." Jackson said after a couple minutes and Isaac didn't know if he should believe Jackson or not, after all the guy had been laughing at him the entire time because he was scared of some doll, but still Isaac gave him the benefit of the doubted and raised his head in order to take a glance at Jackson's face. Jackson held his gaze and Isaac felt so much warmth and sincerity in his eyes, that he didn't think his next actions; he simply leant forward and let his lips brush against Jackson's own.
At first Isaac thought Jackson was going to push him away, but no, the guy wrapped an arm around him and returned the kiss, their lips moving slowly in synchrony as both boys closed their eyelids in order to enjoy the moment and not long after that Isaac's fingers found their way to Jackson's hair, massaging his tresses lightly prior to breaking the kiss. Jackson's cheeks were flushed when he finally looked at Isaac, but he didn't seem happy nor surprised anymore, he seemed uneasy and that made Isaac regret kissing him.
Isaac was going to apologize, but Jackson was faster than him, his words rushed as he stood up from his seat. "I… I have to go." Jackson didn't say anything else after that, he just threw one last glance at Isaac before leaving him alone, walking away in quick steps. Isaac had to fight the tears threatening to erupt from his eyes, he had just screwed everything.