Redamancy(PERMANENT HIATUS)

Chapter 10

A/N: Hiiiii it's me! Sorry for my absence!! Not to be a cliche Wattpad author, but a lot happened lol. I started school again, got into a car crash, swam with sharks, celebrated a birthday, and now we're here! I missed writing Redamancy a lot, and I have a few ideas on where to take the story. I hope you enjoy! 

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The room was spinning. Spinning right out from under my feet, as if the planet were a giant top.

I stare down at my phone. The picture is blurry, but it's clear what it is; it's me. Me, standing on my tiptoes, kissing a man, who was ever so familiar to me despite the picture being taken from behind his back.

I could tell who he was by the slant of his shoulders, the way his hands rested on my hips, the affection in the motion evident even through the photo.
"Ash, Ash what's wrong?" Isaac moves closer, that very hand coming to rest on my lower back.

Silently, I turn my phone, showing him the post, not able to tear my eyes away from the rising number of reposts. My throat is tight, a painful ball of heat rising as Isaac looks at the picture. His eyes meet mine, his eyebrows raised. Larry and Grunk get closer, concern clear on their faces.
"What's going on?" Larry asks, looking between Isaac and I.

"Someone took a picture of us at the aquarium and posted it on Twitter." Isaac's eyes never leave my face. Larry looks at my phone with shock, reading the post and studying the photo, as if he could find a way to brush this off as a fake.

I look at it again, my mind racing as I try to make sense of everything. The username tugs a thread of familiarity in my head, and I read it over and over, trying to think of why it seems so.

"Ash," Isaac murmurs, leaning down to see my face better, "Do you need to go home?"

I nod. I'm not ashamed of Isaac and I's relationship in the slightest, but the last time the two of us were on camera acting anything like a couple, my DMs were full of jealous people, threats, and just all around hate for days. Coupled with the rejection I had faced just days before, it was a rough few days, and I don't feel like experiencing it again.
Isaac moves to wrap an arm around my shoulders, but stops and looks down at me,

"Ash, are you okay if I touch you?" He asks, watching my face as I consider his question. I nod and he pulls me into his side, not saying anything further as we make our way to the car. The others quickly pay for their stuff, looking at us with concern. Isaac holds me close, taking my phone and pocketing it. We make it to the car, and my head is still flooded with the strange cloudiness of panic. Isaac's hand rests on the back of my neck, a grounding presence keeping me sound within my body. He leaves it there as he opens the passenger door of my car, watching me closely as I climb in wordlessly. I don't think I could talk even if I wanted to. My throat feels like it's been glued shut. As if the picture itself had lodged itself in my throat, burrowing deep into my esophagus. Isaac gives me another concerned look and makes his way to the driver's side, opening the door and climbing it. His knees knock against the base of the steering wheel and the pure stupidity of it draws a laugh from my throat.

"Dear god why is your seat this high up, this is ridiculous." He jokes, looking at me with a barely concealed hope to hear me laugh again. It draws a smile to my face as I watch him struggle to move enough to push the seat back. He gives me a smile in return, finally situated and no longer cramped in the driver's seat of my car.

"Are you able to talk, or are you nonverbal?" He asks after we've pulled out of the parking lot.

"I can talk," I clear my throat.

"We need to figure out what we're going to do. Do you want to put something out?" He takes one hand off of the steering wheel, pulling my phone from his pocket and handing it to me.