Times at the froyo cart
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Isaac Lahey
Running! Running! Running!
He had been running as if his fate depended on it and believe me, it did!
He heard the voices telling him that he was in danger and he needed to get to his safe haven as quickly as possible!
He was running for his doom.
He couldn't breathe, he was panting frantically. Time was running out. Time was at the essence. Time had been tick-tocking from the beginning.
He had a familiar feeling at the pit of his stomach as he heard footsteps coming his way. He knew not to turn his head around knowing that could be the end of him. That it would be his time of disperse, but he was prepared to fight!
So he just kept running…
And running…
And running…
Until he was ordered to stop!
He took in a much needed deep breath as he stood in front of the flight attendant –who smiled warmly at him – and asked for his ticket. He gladly handed it to her and she stamped it and handed it back to him and motioned his way down the hall.
He immediately heard voices marching their way over to him.
"I'm sorry, that was the last passenger for the flight." The French flight attendant lady said apologetically.
Isaac couldn't help but release a soft chuckle as he stared back at the angry group of passengers as he walked through the flight way and was met with another flight attendant who escorted him over to the stations –where the plane was hopefully and he wouldn't have to go through circles again.
His thoughts were answers as he had to go through small procedures and then was escorted to the airplane that stood in the center of the open ground. He took a in a deep breath as he began walking with the other passengers on their way.
He had been the last one to step on the step. He halted.
Was he ready?
Was he ready to just leave?
He shook his thoughts away as he reluctantly climbed the step and entered the airplane to see a huge number of humans taking their seats and chitchatting their way through the entire ride.
Isaac began shifting his way through the overloaded crowd. This is like Paris in rush hour…which is every hour!
He skimmed through the entire plane, hoping to find an open seat –which was quite the hassle – but soon found a seat next to an elderly Frenchman mime.
Maybe not…
He skimmed through the room yet again and caught a seat next to a little blond girl with a hipster hat. He smiled as he began walking over to her but was immediately stopped when a paunchy man took the open seat and bent down…
But crack!
Oh no! But crack!
Isaac took the thought away as we searched yet again in the first class plane and noticed an empty seat by a young woman with long chestnut hair with amber highlights. He smiled as he made his way quickly over to her.
He
"Bonjour," He greeted, "Puis - je rester sur cette toilette?" Isaac asked as he stood in front of her.
The young lady giggled and he frowned.
"Si." She replied. He nodded. "Mais je dois vous dire que Ce be sont pas propres." She said in French. Isaac just paused.
"Uh…si." He simply replied.
She released simultaneous giggles.
"You're not big in French are you?" She asked with a now, decent American accent.
Wait…She was American?
Isaac's cheeks flushed.
"Was it that obvious?" He asked. She chuckled and nodded.
"I think the question you asked before gave it away." She replied.
"What did I say?" He questioned nervously, not wanting to hear it. She rolled her eyes.
"I don't know, something about you asking if you can take a shit on this toilet." She answered. He groaned.
Embarrassing!
"Sorry." He simply replied. "Can I take a seat?" Isaac added and she nodded.
"Sure,"
He then packed his suitcase on the carrier and took his place. He smiled at his airplane buddy as she doodled on her notebook.
"How long have you been in France?" She asked out of the blue. Isaac was caught by surprise.
"Uh…2 years max." He replied.
"And you're telling me you haven't picked up anything on your time here?" She teased. He shrugged.
"Bonjour, bonne journee, adios." He said.
"That's Spanish by the way." She corrected him about the last word. He grinned at her.
"Look at you, 'The French expert!'" He joked. She rolled her eyes.
"That's because I am. I spent half of my life here." She told him. He smiled.
"Then how did you manage to maintain your southern accent huh?" Isaac asked.
"I was born in Denver and it was hard to get rid of the accent. I stayed there for ten years before relocating here. Do the math." She told him.
He looked in thought as he counted with his fingers and she nudged him by the arm.
"I'm 20 dumbass!" She laughed. He glared playfully at her.
"Okay that explains one thing…Why France?" Isaac asked.
But he soon regretted it as he saw her face fall as she shut her sports magazine.
"Uh…" She paused then plastered a fake smile. "Just ambition,"
He nodded, dropping the subject completely.
"What about you?" She asked in interest.
"I just needed a change,"
It had been two years since…what happened with Allison and the Nogitsune attack. Sure. The pack is handling it as well as they should but for Isaac, it wasn't something to open up with. He'd lost his parents and brother and one of the two close friends –and fellow pack mates – to a group of alphas, and just recently he'd lost probably the love of his life.
She nodded understandingly then the flight attendant informed the passengers that they were ready for takeoff and respectively asked to fasten their seatbelts.
"Aren't you going to do what they say?" The girl asked as she noticed Isaac didn't oblige.
"I don't need it." He simply said. She nodded and had a sly smirk.
"So if the air pilots hit a flock of birds on the way and get distracted and we crash and all the people who obliged to the rule survive and you're the only one being eaten on your dead corps?" She pointed out. He grinned back.
"Well I wouldn't need it because I'd be dead but I still don't need it now that I'm not dead but if I were dead I still wouldn't need it because I'm not dead…" He said unintelligently. She frowned and giggled.
"That's a double negative?" She asked in confusion.
"You're a double negative." He teased. She rolled her eyes but blushed as she began typing on her phone. "So where are you headed to next French-expert?"
She didn't look up.
"Um…I don't know. Anywhere I guess." She said. He nodded. "You?" she added.
He paused.
He actually didn't know where he was headed, even though he bought the ticket for his journey.
"Same I guess." He replied.
Then suddenly, the airplane started shaking and he clutched his heart in complete fright.
"Seatbelt looking good now doesn't it?" She said jokingly.
"Attention all passengers: What you just witnessed was just a little turbulence. It happens all the time so I suggest you stay put in your seat." The pilot retorted through his megaphone.
Isaac's flashbacks soon came into his mind and he envisioned himself in the familiar cluttered closet and he began hyperventilating and shaking.
"Hey, are you okay?" She asked him in complete concern as she touched his arm.
At that moment everything in his mind just vanished, as if her touch brought him back to reality and grounded him. He exhaled a much needed breath.
He nodded.
"Yeah…" He said breathlessly.
"Do you need some water or anything?" She asked him. He shook his head lightly but she didn't seem convinced and asked for a glass of water which was brought by the air hostess and she handed it to him. He smiled at her before taking a sip.
"Thanks." He whispered.
She nodded as she held him by the head.
"What was that?" She laughed.
He just smiled.
"Uh yeah…I'm a little claustrophobic." He stated.
She widened her eyes.
"You know you shouldn't be in first class if you are. You shouldn't even be in a plane right now." She lectured.
"I know. But I have you with me to help me don't I?" He asked.
She smiled.
"Real cute but you really shouldn't attempt these death sentences." She said as she returned back to her phone. He frowned.
"What's so interesting, Smartphone?" He teased as he used the newly profound nickname he made for her. She looked up in confusion before staring back at her phone and laughing.
"Oh no…I'm just texting my friends. I literally can't live without this phone." She told him.
"I see." He chuckled.
"I really can never spend a day…wait scratch that. I can't stay 2 minutes without having it by my side." She told him then wrapped it around her chest. "It's like my baby."
"I thought your Gucci bag was your baby." He teased. She snorted.
"Please. I'm an athlete. I don't carry Gucci bags." She shook her head at the thought. "I simply carry vintage like any sane person would do."
He laughed.
"You're adorable." He said.
They both stared at each other for a minute after what he uttered out before erupting in laughter and continuing their conversation.
They spent the entire ride in talking but comfortable silence crept up here and there. When they arrived to their destination, Isaac got up and unfurled the carrier and pulled out his bag.
"My bags are there. Can you like get it for me please?" She asked and Isaac gladly took them and handed them to her. "Thanks."
He smiled brilliantly. They began walking out with the rest of the crew and paused at the center of the driveway.
"Well…I guess this is where I stop." She said.
Isaac smiled.
"It was great meeting my new flight buddy…?" He trailed off as he extended his hand over to her. She giggled and shook his hand.
"My name's…" She was cut off by the sound of a car honk and a high-pitched voice calling her name. She laughed. "I gotta go. It was great meeting you but-I better go." She squirmed away.
He didn't even get her name!
"Bye!" She called back as she rolled with her bags to the convertible and gave her friend –assumable – a tight hug. Isaac stood there for a few seconds after he watched her pull off the parking lot and he made his way to the cabs that stood by the parking lot.
When he entered, he immediately unfurled the bag to see a bunch of bras, panties, bikinis, female tank tops and accessories.
"You being irregular my man?" the Mexican cab driver chuckled.
"Oh this isn't…" He paused then he released that he had the same bag as the mystery girl.
Fuck…
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Isaac realized the second he saw the sign that he had reached his destination and to think he was nervous was an understatement.
All the memories started flooding through his brain. The happiness, the sadness, the love, the hatred, the fights, the victories, the lives…The deaths…
Coming back to Beacon Hills wasn't his initial plan from the beginning. He had to contemplate for weeks, maybe even months!
He wasn't ready at all to be back in the town filled of bad reminders yet here he was (With a woman –who he has no idea where she lives – luggage).
Yeah…things weren't going his way today.
After paying the cab driver and tipping him, he watched as he drove away to his next journey.
Isaac released a breath that he kept in the entire ride and breathed in the familiar scent of his hometown.
Nasty shit up in here!
He began walking up to familiar house and knocked on the door. He stood at the house you wouldn't expect him to be.
He was nervous.
He hadn't planned this at all! Paying an unprepared-unannounced visit to his friends crib, especially since it's practically still dark…man that must be very inappropriate.
The door was answered after two minutes later and a very sleepy-looking young man answered stared at the guest and screwed his eyes as he rubbed his chest.
He couldn't blame him.
It was freaking 4.00 AM in the morning.
He widened his eyes.
"Isaac?" He asked.
Isaac grinned widely.
"Hi Stilinski." He simply said.
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"Are you sure he's here?" Isaac heard Scott's voice vaporizing around the room as he woke up from the couch.
"Yea dude, he just poofed out of nowhere at freaking 4. in the morning, it is kind of scary actually." Stiles retorted.
"Now you know how my mom feels about you swarming into our house unannounced." Scott said.
"Oh shut up."
Scott then plopped his head and entered the living room to see Isaac pretending to be sleeping.
"Is he asleep?" Scott asked Stiles.
"You're asking me. I don't know how to determine if a werewolf's dead or just hibernating! Of course he's asleep." Stiles answered sarcastically.
"Isaac?" Scott asked.
Isaac lifted his chest before opening his eyes wide open and showcasing his yellow-glow sticks for eyes causing Scott and Stiles to startle. He chuckled.
"Ah Isaac- Come on!" Stiles whined like a five year old as he clutched his chest. "You know I have a fragile heart."
Isaac rolled his eyes as he lifted himself up and being met with Scott's eyes of complete shock.
"Well aren't you going to give me a welcome-latory hug?" He questioned.
Scott chuckled a little and wrapped his arms around Isaac in a huge bro hug.
"Isaac. What are you doing here? I thought you were in France." Scott exclaimed as they pulled away.
Isaac shrugged.
"I was bound to come sometime."
"And you had to come two years later. Yay! Let's party!" Stiles exclaimed happily, sarcasm playing around the entire sentence.
"Well. I'm glad you're back man." Scott said.
Isaac smiled.
He was glad to be back with his friends.
Then suddenly, the smell of a woodsy, musky yet feminine scent lingered into Isaac's nostrils.
Malia entered the room and threw herself at Stiles –without a greeting or a wave.
Isaac frowned as he watched Stiles and Malia plain making out-ing in front of the group.
"Um…Malia-" Stiles whispered between kisses.
"What did I miss?" Isaac asked.
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"Where are you guys taking me?" Isaac laughed as he was escorted out of the car in a blindfold and felt himself climbing up a flight of stairs.
It had been 15 hours since he reached Beacon Hills and he caught up on a lot from Stiles and Scott.
It was different because they weren't any threats yet. It was quiet.
And that they all made it to college, even Malia!
He finally got a proper explanation on how Malia and Stiles came to be with the whole Eichen House situation and how things got crazy with the whole dead pool list, the assassins, Scott getting a new beta Liam, the Peter incident, Malia hating math…
It was crazy!
Isaac couldn't believe he missed so many opportunities to fight but he then realized that the reason why he left because he didn't want to see any one of his friends getting hurt. Luckily no one did!
Scott and Stiles were acting creepy earlier as they told Isaac that they wanted to show him something new.
Now they were brought here…
"What's going on?" Isaac asked.
He was immediately answered when he heard upbeat music beating close to him and he heard Scott sigh as he held his blindfold tightly then slowly unfolded it.
"You caught us unnoticed and we would've surely thrown you a party at my house." Scott began.
"But damn…we couldn't so we compromised." Stiles paused as he and Scott slid the patio door and was met with sound of a bullhorn going off and people jamming to the music.
"We brought the party…To you." Scott said.
"Welcome back Isaac!" The crowd exclaimed as they entered and the banner hand fallen which said.
Welcome home buddy!
Isaac grinned widely.
"Thanks guys." Isaac said. Scott smiled and patted his friend's back whilst Malia and Stiles went away from the group to probably make-out.
"Derek can never know about this." Isaac said realizing they were in his loft.
"I don't have to." A voice reached their ears.
Then Derek came up with a happy smile. Isaac couldn't help but smile back at his former alpha and they gave each other a manly hug.
"Good to see you again man." Derek said patting his back.
They smiled at each other before pulling away.
"Have fun." Derek said as he smiled at both of them then walked away.
"Scott!" They heard the familiar high-pitched voice call out. They looked forward to see Kira skipping over to Scott and he laughed as she crushed herself at him and he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a small peck on the lips.
"Look at you too. Still together huh?" Isaac teased. Scott and Kira laughed and blushed slightly.
"Yeah I guess." Kira said smiling up at Scott.
"Dance with me?" Scott asked huskily. Kira blushed and nodded.
Isaac frowned but smiled at the adorable scene.
"Tardy bro!" Scott exclaimed, patting Isaac's arm and then moving to the dancefloor and danced with his girlfriend.
Isaac took in a deep breath as he stared at his surroundings to see Malia and Stiles making out whilst grooving their hips together, then he drifted his eyes to see Scott and Kira dancing to the beat and Derek and Braeden standing next to each other flirtatiously. When did that happen?
That only left Lydia…where was she anyway?
He was the only one out of place.
Not that he was jealous or anything but he missed all of this…
He missed Allison…
He then thought that it was time for his departure even though he'd only been here for a few minutes. He checked his watch to see that it was 8:30pm. He could probably stay for another hour.
An hour has passed as he caught up with everyone and realized that the party was too much for him and he left the loft and began walking anywhere but there!
He found himself reaching the Beacon Hills Park.
He pulled out the picture he found in the swapped suitcase of a mysterious 10 year old-looking girl posing with a man in military uniform.
"Froyo!" he heard a sweet voice exclaim. He frowned as he watched a froyo cart standing 18ft away from him.
A froyo cart being open at 9:30 in the night?
This he had to see!
He began making his way to the cart with a small smirk on his face.
"I'll take one please?" He asked.
The lady squealed and spun around but her grin fell completely when she saw Isaac.
Isaac widened his eyes.
"You!" they exclaimed in simultaneous anger.
"Where's my bag you jerk!" She shouted.
"You're calling me a jerk? You took my bag first!" Isaac pointed out.
"You handed it to me!" She snarled.
"How was I supposed to guess between the same looking bags?" He asked as if it were rhetorical.
"Well geez I don't know! Can't you weigh them! Like hell! It's obvious that women's bags are heavier than men." She growled as she crossed her arms.
"Well I couldn't tell the difference until I opened your bag and saw-" Isaac began and she gasped.
"You went through my stuff?" She questioned.
"No." Isaac said defensively. "Nice vibrator by the way."
She widened her eyes and heaved in a deep breath and covered her face in complete humiliation. Isaac chuckled.
"You know what. I'm done!" She exclaimed as she shut the cart.
"Aw- Come on! I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean to. I thought I was looking through my things." He shouted. "I realized how wrong thought sounded but I had no clue they were yours! I'm sorry okay?"
He then heard a bicycle being pulled out and he rushed over to the side, quick enough to stop her.
"I'm too fast for you." Isaac teased. She smiled a little before stomping her bike on his foot. He cussed. "Fuck!"
He followed her as she walked away.
"Wait. Wait!" He ushered. "I didn't mean to get you all pissy okay. I'll give you back your bags and all your essentials as soon as possible."
She stared at him and gave him a small smile as he grinned –which would knock any girl dead. He slowly reached for the glasses she had on and pulled them off so he could see how beautiful she was, beautiful luscious hazel eyes, pink well-rounded cheeks, strikingly prominent dimples, and her wavy chestnut hair falling gracefully off her petite shoulders.
"But I really need to get your name so I can't refer you to the cute mysterious girl on the plane." He said.
She then gave him a beautiful smile that made his cock twitch in his pants.
Dammit!
"I'm Mackenzie…" She said.
"Well Mackenzie, you should really think of another timeslot for your ice-cream cart or you won't get any customers. Just a little tip." He teased. She nodded.
"Oh really, so you're the froyo expert now?" She said crossing her arms. He shrugged.
"I dabble a little." He said. She scoffed. "So I found this picture in your back pocket and I was wondering if this was yours?"
Isaac handed the picture to her. She stared at it and left her mouth a jar as tears welled up in her eyes.
"No way." She said as her voice broke.
"Who is that?" Isaac asked.
"Um…" She sniffled. "That is…that was my brother Jeremy. He…served in the military when I was ten-" Isaac cut her off.
"Oh." He said, soon realizing why she was emotional. "My brother as well, his name was Camden."
She screwed her eyes up at him.
"Isaac?" She asked.
He frowned.
"Yeah, how did you know?" He asked curiously.
She paused as she widened her eyes but soon contained herself.
"Uh…nothing," She said as she folded the picture and put it in her back pocket. "Want some froyo?" She asked.
He laughed.
"Thought you'd never asked."
They entered her little compartment and got themselves their own froyo ice-cream.
"So why a froyo cart?" he asked.
"Um…unlike some people, I'm trying to make a living?" She said. Isaac looked offended even though it was true.
"Well that's good. Hope it'll be successful." He said.
"Stop lying! You want this to die." She rolled her eyes and he laughed and shrugged.
He immediately felt something cold hit his cheek and he tasted it.
Cookie dough ice-cream…
"Oh you did not just do that!" He said. Mackenzie laughed.
"Oh I'm sorry? Did I ruin the flawless boy's reputation?" She teased.
"Oh you'll get it!" He teased as he took a swig of ice-cream and threw it at her and it caught her chest. She gasped as she took another scoop of frozen yogurt and squirted it all over his head. He stood emotionless and she laughed loudly as she sucked her finger filled with ice-cream.
He then ran over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and picking her up and she screamed out.
"Let me go!" She cried.
Two 12 year old girls stared at the scene and shook their heads disapprovingly.
"Hey, don't you have curfew cuties!" Isaac teased and Mackenzie laughed as they walked away.
"That was cute." She said as she stared at him. "You've got a little bit of yogurt." She said as she wiped it away with her hand and licked it off. Isaac grinned a little as he stared at her deep in the eyes. Those beautiful luscious hazel eyes...
He leaned in and crushed his lips on hers so he could feel the softness and tenderness of them and surely they were as he cupped her face with both hands and enjoyed it. He enjoyed it even more as she returned it back.
But she had to pull away!
"I'm sorry- I can't." She said as she stared at the ground. Isaac nodded.
"I get it-" But he was shutted as he felt familiar lips reach his.
He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly as their tongues lingered around each other's mouths.
He lifted her swiftly off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
They immediately found each other falling onto the ground as he slipped on some ice-cream and they giggled as Isaac cushioned their fall.
Mackenzie made her way back to where she belonged as she crushed her lips on his as she straddled his lap and he maneuvered himself so he had been hovering over her beautiful statuesque-petite body and she began pulling his shirt over his head.
He fiddled with the hem of her top now as they kissed strongly filled with ounce of passion and lust.
He finally peeled off her tank top and they were both shirtless together...well technically as Isaac moved his fingers to fiddle with the lace of her bra.
He stared at her for encouragement and any sign of hesitance and when he got none, he soon unclasped it and threw it to the side.
It soon escalated when Isaac removed her shorts and his jeans -along with both their underwear - and they were both in all their glory.
Isaac reached for the rope that connected with the cart/trailer and pulled it and the roof shut on them, making sure that nobody could see and interupt even though they were sure no one was out there this late.
He leaved soft, warm kisses all over her body and caressed her neck, then seductively moved her hands down her breasts and cupped them both and trailed his tongue in between them and she moaned out in pleasure and pulled his face up to her lips.
He a lined himself into her entrance and entered in with a slow, patient thrust with his overly hard member and she cried out in pain.
He then realized as felt something break inside of her that he was her first. He stared at her apologetically but she shook his head as tears ran down her cheek and she nodded as a go ahead.
"It's okay. It's perfect. It's okay." Mackenzie assured him.
He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss of the lips as he thrusted himself into her slowly so she wouldn't have to stand a lot of pain.
But that didn't stop her from crying out as losing her virtue struck her.
"God!"
Isaac planted soft kisses on her shoulders to sooth her as he moved in deeper until he finally met his release.
"Thank you..." He heard Mackenzie said after a few minutes before they drifted away in unconsciousness after their night of bliss...
All he remembered the next day was being in a froyo trailer with a naked girl next to her, covered in a blanket.
Well that happened...
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