↳𝐘/𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 is forced to move to Beacon Hills, after things look up for her brother Jordan. She is terrified of the thing that keeps growing inside of her, whilst she cluelessly watches. She seeks for help from a little pack, yet someone i...
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♧︎𝐘/𝐍
I put my shoes on and rushed down the stairs, to the boy waiting for me. The bell rang once more. I finally opened the door, plastering a smile on my face.
"Hey, come in." I greeted, stepping away from the door. I noticed he carried a bouquet of red roses. "You look beautiful." He complimented, and came inside.
I brushed my fingers through my hair one last time, and looked at him. He looked amazing, smelled amazing too. "Thank you, for that. And for the roses. You don't look too bad yourself." I smiled.
"Shall we get this show on the road, m'lady?" He made a grand gesture with his hands. "We shall, my prince." I played along, and linked my hand with his as we walked out of my house.
He opened the passenger's side of the door, and closed the door once I got in, and shuffled over to his side of the car.
"I borrowed Scott's car for this." He confessed. I don't know why he felt like he had to. "Wouldn't want your pretty feet to hurt."
"When did you even see my feet? And do you have a fetish or something?" I joked, and he laughed. "Great, now I sound stupid." He scoffed.
"No, you don't. I appreciate the gesture, my pretty feet thank you." I reassured him. That's really sweet of him.
"Can I put some music on?" I wanted to fill in the awkward silence, it was only awkward because we like each other so much, we're afraid to say stupid things.
He nodded and I connected my phone to the car's sound system. I put a song on, and continued to look at him whilst he drove to the diner. He took my hand off my thigh and placed it on the gear shift, with his hand right on top.
When his hand touched mine, my cheeks warmed up and butterflies were flying around in my stomach, but it didn't tingle. That's how it should feel.
It's probably too early to tell, Isaac's a really nice guy, he's good-looking too.
We arrived to the diner. He got out of the car, and opened my door. I muttered a quick thank you, and he opened the door for the diner. "Ladies first." He smiled.
The night began and we were totally closed off, but after a meal, I want to tell myself an hour ago that I was so wrong, we were laughing our asses off, and the staff probably though we were high on weed.
We shared childhood stories, embarrassing situations from middle school, and troubling "Spin the bottle" Matches.
He payed the bill like gentleman, and now we were in the parking lot of the roller-skating rink. "Oh god, are you trying to make me relive my childhood trauma!?" I laughed.
