The Guys on my Flat

Chapter Sixty Five

I was barely even awake before Isaac was in my apartment. I was literally lying in my bed, fluttered my eyes open and saw Isaac sitting at my coffee table playing one of my video games on a Gameboy I owned.

When I groaned, he turned to me and put the game down. "Finally, you're awake," he informed crawling over to me. I hardly reacted as he stood in front of me. "I have a surprise for you."

This one sentence made me sit upright, "what?"

"I have a surprise for you," he repeated.

This meant so many things in my mind. But I looked to my alarm clock, which hadn't woken me up yet, and saw it was 7:30 in the morning... on a Saturday!

Isaac was normally the one too lazy to do anything, even in the middle of the day, so why was he the one trying to drag me out of my comfy bed?

"Why are you currently existing, Isaac?" I groaned as I covered my face with a pillow.

He pulled it off me, and in my tired state I barely put up a fight. "Get up, get dressed," he instructed throwing the pillow at me.

I groaned as I took it off my face, my hair hanging in front of my nose. "Where the hell are we going?" I grumbled.

"That's a surprise, now get up," he informed again, "I'll attempt making toast."

I smirked at the word attempt as I managed to sit up, it was too much effort, so I laid back down and disappeared under the covers. I felt Isaac's presence before me and he grabbed the blankets I was wearing and yanked them off me. I was wearing silk shorts and a white singlet top for pyjamas thank God because my other pyjamas was a short nightgown. I didn't really become embarrassed by my attire until I noticed Isaac was staring silently. I blushed as I managed to cocoon myself in the blanket and mumbled for him to go away.

Isaac folded his arms and leaned over to my ear, making me react as if I was being tickled, and whispered deeply, "either you get up and get dressed or I'll do it for you."

This statement lingered in the air for the both of us and made me blush like a tomato. But I remained where I was, somewhat wondering if he was bluffing or not.

He wasn't.

He stripped me of my blanket and actually managed to pick me up with ease. I went wide eyed and woke up fully as I squealed in laughter for him to put me down. He twirled with me for a moment, laughing as well, and then put me down. "Fine. I'll go get dressed," I informed hugging my arms where his strong fingers had practically bruised me, "alone." I quickly raced into my small bathroom to get changed into some daytime clothes.

Isaac's laugh rang in my head still, he never laughed that much, and it was nice to hear him laughing. I was beginning to think he may have forgotten.

We didn't run into anybody in the Main Room, probably because they were all still asleep.

The stubborn musician was being stubborn with where exactly we were going. He just dragged me into a taxi, whispered the location and then opened the door for me to get in. I would've lied if I said I didn't feel special at that moment.

He sat next to me, and for most of the ride it was very quiet. I couldn't tell if it was a good silent or a bad silent, the kind that was awkward or the kind that was beautifully silent. Either way we were introduced to the stale music choice of the talkative taxi driver for most of the drive.

Slowly, I started to realise we weren't going anywhere Isaac ever would've gone. He could hardly get around where he's currently been living for the last year or so, how would he know his way around a place I barely even knew?