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"We're here." Isaac shook me gently. I realized my head was laying on his lap, and my feet were sprawled across Boyd's lap. I lifted my head to be met with Isaac's bright blue eyes. "You fell asleep, so we just went with it." He mumbled. I smiled and got up from my position. "Sorry Boyd." I said, blushing before turning to Isaac. "And... uh, Isaac." I mumbled. He shrugged and helped me up and out of the bus with the other kids.

"Pair up, and choose wisely." The coach said, handing out keys. Everyone found someone to pair up with. Scott was with Stiles, Lydia was with Allison, Danny was with Ethan... And Isaac was with Boyd. Leaving me. Alone. "And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants, got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves."

I shrugged and grabbed a key from the coach. "I'll guess I'll be alone." I sighed. He looked at me, chuckling. "God, I'd hate to be you." He said. I grimaced.

I noticed that Isaac was watching me oddly during the confrontation. He reached out, as if he was about to say something, but decided against it. I walked uncertainly inside behind Scott and Stiles. I found the room number written on my key, and taking a deep breath, I stepped inside. It wasn't as bad as I expected. It had just one large bed, and a nightstand. But it didn't even have a bathroom. Although it's not like I would've had anything to change into after a shower.

I lifted the bedsheets, and suddenly saw blood everywhere. It covered the white sheets, turning them completely red. As I frantically searched for the source of the blood, my hand brushed against something solid under the covers.

I slowly lifted them up, wondering how I hadn't noticed the large lump under them before. It was a body. A dead, bloody body looking up at me with lifeless eyes. But that wasn't the worst part. Those beautiful, dead eyes looking up at me, they were Isaac's.

I let out a horrified, blood-curdling scream. He couldn't be dead, I-I had just seen him! My mind was in chaos as I cried. I felt arms wrap securely around me as I struggled against them. I needed to get out of here. "Lucy!" I heard the angelic voice. "Lucy, stop!"

"Isaac is-is," I began, sobbing. "Isaac is right here." He murmured softly. In surprise, I turned around. He was the one holding me tightly. I bit my lip, controlling the tears that were pouring out of my eyes a moment ago. "Are you okay?" He asked, grabbing me in his arms to comfort me.

"There-there was b-blood! And, and you." I choked out, pointing to the bedsheets.. He looked down at the bed, squinting hard before looking back to me with concerned eyes. "Luce, there's no blood there. Or me." He said in a gentle voice. I looked back at the bed, seeing only white sheets, with no hint of any red. I shakily got myself out of Isaac's arms and slowly walked over to the bed, running my hand over it.

"But hey, if you want me in there, I won't argue." Isaac said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood. I giggled through tears at his joke before frowning. "Um, I sort of do." I said nervously. Isaac's eyes widened.

"Not-not like that!" I said quickly. "For comfort."

"Oh, okay." He inhaled deeply before nodding his head. "Why don't I stay with you until you fall asleep?" He offered. I nodded thankfully, walking over to the bed and climbing in under the covers.

Isaac walked over and laid down next to me, but over the covers. Taking me gently in his arms, he murmured to me. "Go to sleep, Luce." As I slipped into unconsciousness, I felt Isaac's arms disappear from around me, and carefully place my head on the pillows.

"I can't fix it! I can't fix it!" I heard through the thin walls, waking me up. It was Isaac. I noted lightly that it was still dark out as I ran quickly out of my room and over to his.

"Isaac?!" I asked, knocking on his door rapidly. His yelling stopped and there was complete silence. I heard running bathwater. Bathwater?

"Isaac!" I yelled again, more forcefully. I ran down the hall, hoping to find Scott or Boyd to ask them to break the door down, when I ran straight into someone. It was Stiles. "Stiles?" I asked, rubbing my head. Lydia appeared behind him. "Where's Boyd and Isaac?" She demanded. "I-I think Isaac's in there, why?" I asked. She looked me right in the eye. "Someone is drowning."

"BOYD! ISAAC!" We yelled over and over again, slamming on the door. "Fuck it." I growled. I took a running start and crashing into the wooden door, successfully knocking it over, and dislocating my shoulder. I got up from the ground and the three of us ran into the bathroom. I felt utterly horrible for even thinking this, but I breathed just a slight sigh of relief at seeing that Isaac was not in the bathtub, but Boyd was.

"Oh, God!" Lydia shrieked. We ran over, trying to push the safe that Boyd used to weigh himself down off of him. It was no use. The safe was too heavy for even all three of us.

"What do we do?" I asked, panicking. Stiles backed up, accidently touching a heater. "Ow!" He yelled. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Wait a sec, the heater." He began. I cocked my head to the side as he and Lydia seemed to realize something that I didn't. "Ethan came out of it when he touched the heater." "What?" Lydia asked. "It's heat-heat does it, okay? We need something, we need fire-"

"He's underwater!" I yelled at him incredulously. "Yeah, I'm aware of that!" Stiles retorted. Suddenly, Lydia got a look in her eyes. "Wait, the bus. On the bus they'll have emergency road flares. They have their own oxidizers, they can burn underwater." She said with certainty. "Are you serious?" He asked. "Yes! GO!" Lydia shrieked. He got up quickly and ran out of the room as fast as he could.

As we waited for Stiles to get the hot flare, Lydia walked back into the room in a daze. I watched her as she cocked her head to the side and slowly bent down next to a bed. She lifted the bedskirt up and looked under it.

Lydia gasped and shot back up. "What?" I asked, walking towards her. A hand was covering her mouth. "Isaac." She said shakily. A million images went through my head of a mangled corpse, a shot in the head, slash of the throat. Not feeling completely ready for what I was about to see. I slowly bent down and looked under the bed.

Isaac was definitely alive, but something wasn't right. He had a crazed, terrified look in his eyes. He was sweaty and curled up in a tight ball. I had never seen him this afraid before. "Isaac." I whispered gently. "Isaac, love, you're fine." I said again, reaching my hand out toward him and resting it on his cheek. He shook violently.

Suddenly, Stiles ran into the room with the fire rod. "I got them!" He said. "What do I do?" He asked, fumbling with the rod. "It's the cap, it's like a match." Lydia instructed. He removed the cap and began scraping it against the top. "Stiles!" Lydia rushed him. "Yeah, I'm trying!" He said. After a couple of tries, it lit up with flames. I watched as he and Lydia ran into the bathroom and stuck the rod right in Boyd's face. There was a flying safe, and then a roar from the now-alive Boyd. "Thank God." I whispered. "Stiles, come do Isaac!" I ordered, still bent down, watching the boy's terrified face.

Stiles squatted next to me. "Hey Isaac." He said sweetly. "Got something here for you."

There was screaming, then roaring. As soon as Isaac came to his senses, I dragged him out from under the bed and into my lap. I touched the charred skin as it began to heal. "Are you okay, now?" I asked with a slight, relieved smile. Isaac watched me as if I were an inhuman being. "Are you an angel?" He murmured with a stupid grin on his face. I rolled my eyes and hugged him to me tightly.

"Are you okay?" I asked again, more firmly. He laughed. "I'm fine. But uh, you're crushing my face." Oh!" I gasped, pulling away quickly. "Uh, sorry."

Stiles gave Lydia a look. "Scott." He said with fear. "Go." I told them. "I'll stay here and keep an eye on these two." They nodded and ran out of the room. Boyd was still breathing deeply in the bathroom. I gently put Isaac on his bed and walked over to him. "Boyd, come on," I prodded him. He didn't move. "Boyd." I ordered with much more force. "Get. In. Your. Bed." I growled, feeling like a mom.

His face changed and he was suddenly back to normal again. "Okay." He agreed before walking over to his bed and sitting down. I turned away from him and walked over to Isaac.

"You too. I don't want to deal with two crazy werewolves alone, so it's better if you are asleep." I said, turning to Isaac. He nodded and slipped into bed. "Goodnight, love." He mocked, showing that he had heard my little nickname while he was in his crazed state. I rolled my eyes. "Of course I love you, Isaac." I muttered, making his eyes widen. "What?" He asked uncertainly. "I said, of course I love you." I mumbled. He shook his head and a slight smile appeared on his face. "Okay." Was all he said before closing his eyes.

I sat at the edge of Isaac's bed, watching him and Boyd for the rest of the night. Sometime in the middle of the night, though, Isaac woke up. He opened one eye and watched me with it. "You are seriously staying up all night?" He said incredulously. I nodded, my eyes bloodshot with dark bags underneath.

"Boyd and I will be fine." Isaac told me. I shook my head. I wasn't going to chance it. Suddenly, Isaac sat up and grabbed my waist before laying back down, pulling me with him. "Get over here." He growled playfully. "Isaac, stop." I ordered. He didn't let go, and pulled the covers over both of us. "You will sleep, Luce. I'm not letting you get sleep deprivation because of me."

His arm was slung lazily around my waist as I laid there with my back to him. I knew from experience that he liked to cuddle when he had traumatic moments. He liked to feel the flesh and blood and warmth of someone there with him. Someone who cared. He was trying to act like this whole thing was for me to sleep, but I knew it was also for his comfort. That was one reason why I didn't try getting up. That, and the way he rubbed his hand down my back for comfort felt like I was in complete bliss.

We stayed like that until morning, neither of us actually sleeping, just enjoying each other's comfort. "Okay, guys, get up." Boyd announced. My partly closed eyes shot open. I hadn't heard him wake up. "I already know you two were doing something last night, and I don't want specifics. I'm just gonna go."

I widened my eyes. "Uh, no, we-we weren't-" He smirked, ignoring me before leaving the room. Isaac had his head rested on my shoulder as he whispered in my ear.

"Of course I love you." He whispered closely into my ear before getting out of bed. I shuddered. I sat up and turned around to see Isaac, taking his pants off, leaving him in boxers, and no shirt. "Isaac!" I gasped with surprise, quickly covering my eyes as he pulled down the boxers.

"What?" He asked nonchalantly. "You're naked." I whispered. All I heard was silence. "Yeah... And?" He asked. My mouth fell open. "Isaac, I don't know- I-I" Isaac cut me off before I could finish. "I get it. Last night was nothing, I guess." He sounded slightly disappointed. "But you want to open your eyes, don't you?" He teased. I kept my mouth shut, a hand still covering my eyes. "I'm joking around, Luce." He said quietly. "I know." I squeaked. I heard him sigh deeply.

"I'm dressed, now, by the way." He added. I breathed my relief and put of hand down. My eyes were met with a very naked Isaac. I threw my hand quickly back on my face. "Oh! Isaac, you liar!" I shrieked. He didn't say anything. He just chuckled lightly to himself. I heard a slight creak as he sat on the bed next to me. I tried to keep my heartbeat steady, but it was flying out of my chest, and I knew Isaac could hear it. There was a slight pressure on my hand, which was covering my eyes. It was Isaac's hand, wrapping around it and gently lifting it off my face ever so slowly.

I kept my eyes closed, though. Suddenly, I felt a pressure on my neck. I gasped and my eyes flew open when I realized it was Isaac's lips on my neck. Wrong move, because my eyes beheld a still naked Isaac. He pressed his kiss deeper into my neck, nibbling slightly. I groaned involuntarily, causing him to smile and bring his face up from my neck. Our mouths were inches apart, and suddenly, that seemed like too far for me. I grabbed his face and tackled his body with enthusiasm as I pressed my lips on his.

I felt Isaac groan as I ran my hands down his body. "I love you." I whispered into his ear before biting his earlobe slightly. He growled and grabbed my hips, bringing me back down to him. Our tongues danced wildly, when suddenly a thought occurred to me, causing me to giggle.

"What?" Isaac asked, pausing our kissing session. "Uh, y-you're still naked." I mumbled, blushing like crazy. He smirked. "Yeah, and I think you should be, too." He whispered. I widened my eyes. "I am not having sex in a suicide motel." I told him forcefully, causing him to chuckle. I leaned down to kiss him again when the door opened.

"AAAHHHH!" An extremely terrified-looking Stiles screamed. Isaac quickly covered his lower half with the bedsheets as I looked at the ground, blushing.

"Uh, the bus is leaving in five minutes. Uh, coach wanted me to tell everyone." He mumbled, not meeting my eyes. I nodded and he closed the door quickly. I heard him stumbling down the hallway saying, "Oh, God! Oh, GOD! EW! SCOTT!" the whole time. I turned to Isaac, and as soon as we met each other's eyes, we burst out laughing. "Poor Stiles," I chuckled.

Isaac feigned hurt. "Hey, he's lucky!" He joked. I smiled and tackled him onto the bed again, kissing him passionately. Much to my surprise, he grabbed my shoulders and gently lifted me off of him. "Sorry, bus leaves in five minutes, and I'm still naked." He rushed around the room, pulling clothes on in a rush as I watched him with a small smile on my face. "So, what does this make us?" I asked as soon as he was completely dressed. Isaac smiled. "Whatever you want." He murmured into my ear. I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips before we walked downstairs and into the parking lot.

The bus was obviously about to take off, so we quickly climbed on. The whole entire bus was staring at us with knowing eyes. I turned my glare to Stiles, who smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, I'm kind of loud." He squeaked. I stomped over to a seat, Isaac behind me. We sat down, and the staring eventually stopped.

I felt tapping on my shoulder and turned around to meet Scott's smiling, puppy-dog face. "So, it's about time, am I right?" He grinned. I rolled my eyes and flicked him on the forehead, causing him to grin and sit back in his seat.

Isaac smiled understandingly at me while I sighed. "I need to go to bed after getting absolutely no sleep last night, thanks to you." I mumbled. Scott and Stiles both burst into a fit of giggles, obviously listening in. I rolled my eyes. Only they would think of something dirty with that. "Not like that!" I growled, flipping them both off. Isaac just smiled and pulled me into his lap. "Go to sleep, love." He murmured, stroking my hair. I pressed my face to his chest and immediately went unconscious, breathing in Isaac's sweet scent.

So, yes. There is a chapter that I had a lot of fun writing, and I hope you had a lot of fun reading! Anyway! Thank you for the 100 reviews! That was awesome!:D I'll post again soon, bye!:D