80s Band Imagines

💙Izzy #20- Always

So, I was finally inspired, and here's part 2 of 'Our Secret?'

Smut, Fluff, Angst

"We have to tell your sister, Iz."
I sighed, teaching random shapes on his chest.

"She'll hate us."
He reminded me.

"I hate lying to her."
I sighed, cuddling further into Izzy's side.

"I know me too. But I don't want to tell her right away."
Izzy said, turning on his side to look at me.

"Izzy it's been three months."
I snapped.

"June-"

"No, Izzy, you always say this. It's the same stupid shit and I don't want to hear it."
I said sitting up quickly.

"Baby, listen-"

"No, you listen to me, Izzy. If you don't want to tell your sister because of the stupid "what if we don't work out" reason, fine. But don't expect me to keep lying to her and don't expect me to stick around."
I ranted, grabbing my Converse.

"C'mon, June don't do this."
Izzy pleaded, trying to stop me from leaving his room.

"No, Izzy, I'm done being your dirty little secret. If you don't think I'm good enough to tell your friends about, or you don't think we'll last long enough to tell your sister, and you don't want me to be your date for shit, fine. But that means we're over. I'm worth more than being your closet girlfriend."
I rambled, tears slowly beginning to cloud my vision.

"June, baby, y'know how much you mean to me. I don't ever want you to feel like I don't love you, because I do."
Izzy said, pulling me back so my back was pressed firmly to his chest.

"Stop. I can't hear it anymore."
I muttered, trying to free myself from Izzy's grasp.

"Baby, please."
He begged.

"The second you said 'but', it was over."
I angrily spat, throwing the door to his bedroom open and rushing to my car.

Once I got home, I ran up to my room and put some music on before starting on my English homework. Izzy and I had never had a serious fight like this. Everything had rainbows and sunshine because we were hiding our relationship from everyone.

I didn't want to feel like I had to be hidden or something that Izzy was ashamed of. I wanted to be able to wear his letterman jacket and his jersey to football games. I wanted him to sit with my parents during my games and I wanted Bella to be okay with us.

I didn't want to be his dirty secret or anything like that. I just wanted to be his girlfriend and love him openly.
But Izzy was afraid to tell people because "what if we don't work out and then it's awkward." He's been using the same tired excuse for months now and I'm sick of hearing it.

"June, honey."
My mom knocked on my door.

"Yeah, Mom?"
I called back monotonously.

"Izzy's here to see you, he looks upset."
She said.

"I don't want to see him, right now, Mom."
I sighed, putting my pencil down, and letting my head fall into my hands.

"Honey, he said he really needs to see you."
She tried to persuade.