South Coast ((Isaac Waddington Fanfic))

Chapter Six

I sit looking into the wind as Isaac makes holes in the pizza box.

It's getting pretty late now and I feel like i've been sitting here for years. And if that was the case, I wouldn't mind. I actually learnt a lot tonight. Isaac told me about his life, his parents, everything. From small details to when he drew all over his walls in his room to when he first got taken to hospital from his very first skateboarding accident. He spoke about his friends and how much he adored them and the friends that are girls- the ones who have been following him around since he went on Britain's Got Talent. And the fans he's got. Mostly girls. He mentioned how hard it is with his phone going all the time and how he actually had to block some of the girls because of how constant they were...

He even told me about his ex, Pip.

I must admit, I felt a slight pang of jealously when he first mentioned her... His smile seemed endless when he told me about their adventures and all the times they spent hours at the beach with a bottle of lemonade and that was all. It made me smile to see him so happy but I felt like there was something behind the smile.

As if he still wants her back.

I'm sure he noticed my change in expression when I turned my head so he asked me about myself. I just shrugged it off and lay back. I told him to tell me more about him, and he did.

Maybe he doesn't get asked to talk about the things that mean most to him and that's why he's so open when I tell him to keep going.

"Can you at least give me a clue?" He says, bringing me out of my daze.

"A clue?"

"Yeah, a clue..." He looks at me, "Of what I need to do to get you to tell me something about yourself."

I bring my eyes back to the sky and slightly laugh to myself.

"Lilac."

"What?"

I watch him in the corner of my eye.

"My favourite colour."

He laughs and copies my position and our shoulders are just touching

"What about something more personal?" He whispers.

"Oh, I don't know." I sit up and lean forward with my hands rubbing my face.

"I told you everything..." He sits up as well.

"Not everything." I tease him as I smile.

But when I look at him, he's not smiling.

"I'm not going to spread rumours or anything, I just want something about you." He pleads.

I pull my hands in front of me and stare at my nails. I run one of my fingers over the curve of the thumb nail.

He gets grip of both of my hands and holds them in his own. His eyes watch my hands and then move up to my own.

My voice gets caught in my throat and all I can do is gulp. And blink.

"Fern."

"Er... I- I... don't know," Nothing comes to my mind, "I'm scared... All the time."

"You don't have to be." He just says and chills go down my spine.

"I know, but I am..." I take a deep breath, "Everyone has their own story, full of adventures and happy moments and it makes them all so happy and I can't figure out why I haven't got one to treasure or tell people about..."

"You must have something, family stories, trips, occasions. Anything like that. Anything that makes you smile."

"And that's- that's the thing... I don't remember anything like that. I don't have a story." I murmur.

He looks at me again and pulls my hands to his chest in attempt to pull me closer. His lips move closer to mine and I close my eyes and let myself try something new.

But then I feel my palms sweat and my stomach churn.

I pull back and Isaac loses grip of my hands and I move away. I grab onto my skirt and stand up.

"I have to go, it's getting late and my mother is probably arranging... a- a search party for me..." I rush my words.

I look down at the slope and take a breath.

"Fern..." Isaac says.

"Sorry, I have to go!" I shoot at him.

"No, Fern... You have blood... blood on your skirt." He gets up and walks closer to me.

I look down at the blood.

The monthly blood.

I can feel my throat tie knots and I just run. I let myself fall down the slope and I get back up and keep running. I ignore Isaac as he tries to catch up to me to either laugh at me or help. But i'm not taking that risk. I just keep running.

The wind blows in my eyes and causes my eyes to water which turns into something more. I let the tears roll off my face as I approach my house. I open the door and run straight to my the bathroom where I yank the skirt off my body and collapse to the floor as I cry and cry.

"Fern! Where the hell did you disappear t-" Mum opens the door and sees me, "Oh my God! Is this why you left?"

I ignore her question and just weep into her arms as she embraces me.

"Mum, I messed up."