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"𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏," she paused for breath, "I came over and wopah! I got the ball."
Stiles rolled his eyes dramatically, hands thrown up in exaggerated frustration, accompanied by an exasperated sigh that could rival a gust of wind.
"I know, L. I saw it. I was there."
Lizzie stood on the tips of her toes in the corner of the open space in Beacon Hill's veterinary clinic clad in her high school's maroon, soccer kit. Her jersey was oversized and spotted with many smudged grass stains and muddy patches.
Despite the fatigue that was prominent from her match, her face beamed with excitement, her rosy cheeks telling the story of her game. Enthusiasm radiated through her bright eyes.
"Oh yeah. Sorry," she murmured sheepishly, swaying back and forth, gazing around at the toneless practice.
"When's your unusually large boyfriend getting here?"
Lizzie shrugged, pushing herself backwards into a seated position on one of the reflective, silver surfaces.
The sound of metal scraping across the lamented floor filled the room as uncomfortable to listen to as nails on a chalkboard. Scott, accompanied by his boss, Deaton, dragged, a tin looking bath towards the center of the room, followed by bags of misshapen ice.
As it seemed, Isaac Lahey had a memory of Boyd and Erica's whereabouts entrenched deep inside of him that had been scrubbed from his mind.
Deaton had formed a clever yet dangerous plan in which Isaac would be plunged into the numbing ice water to slow down his lively heart beat just enough for Deaton to gain access to the enclosed space in Isaac's brain dedicated to his memorys.
The plaguing worry that swum at a constant pace around Lizzie was the fact that in order for this to happen, Isaac would be bordering death at a much too curt distance for her to be comfortable.
A distant chime of a bell signalled the entrance of two as Deaton ripped open the fist bag of ice. Lizzie hopped down from her seat on a work top and guided herself towards the hallway of the practice.
Isaac's expression moulded from uninterested to doting, tiny, seraphic hearts dancing in his iris'.
"Hello!" Lizzie greeted her boyfriend and Derek Hale rather loudly. Isaac, who was already making his way towards her through no fault of his own but the magnetic force of attraction the universe had granted himself and Lizzie, clamped a large hand over her mouth.
Lizzie's muffled giggles remerged but were quickly drowned out as Isaac's hand was replaced with his lips.
It was a prolonged moment where air was non-existent and irrelevant and then, three short pecks.
