I like the woods, sometimes I go just for the peace, it's not easy getting privacy in a town full of werewolves.
I pop my headphones in and select a song from my current obsession "Eva under fire" Before I know it I'm belting out lyrics like Jim Morrison, but a chick.
"One more door
One more time
One last shot
Just to get it right
You've gotta give it more
Or it's never gonna come true
More or they're never gonna know you
Hide behind the music
Let it set your soul on fire
Timelines aren't for dreamers
Make it worth walking the wire
Never give it up
Never give it back
This is all for you
Keep your heart attached
Tell 'em that we're here until forever
Oh oh oh
Until forever with our hearts attached"
On the line
Choose your side
One false move
And you hit rewind
You gotta give it more
Or it's never gonna come true
More or they're never gonna know you!
I close my eyes sighing deeply as I feel my tightly wound shoulders drop and loosen up, I can't help but think of a certain blond boy as I relax in my own world.
I wonder what he does when Scott's ass doesn't need saving? Or when he's not at school *I slide my eyes open*
"
There's a little rock star" I hear the sassy and somehow soothing voice behind me.
I yelp and spin around yanking my headphones out, I'm greeted by a sight I'm sure angels would be jealous of. Isaac Lahey, proper up against a tree with a sketch pad cradled almost tenderly in his left hand while he spun a pencil in his right.
"Isaac" I greet breathlessly (really brain? You can't help me play cool just this once? I can't even be mean to him to draw attention away from this little crush!? What the fudge biscuit?!)
"what are you doing here?" I say instead hoping to divert his attention and mine from my little concert
The blond shrugs adjusting his scarf, I take the moment to take note of his outfit, the navy blue sweater and scarf, his hair curling flopping over his forehead in that special way that makes you wanna touch it, his jeans are light blue and well fitted, he looks healthy, he looks alive...and he's smirking at me shit I've been staring
"you come here often?" I ask trying to suppress my blush (damn his adorable face)
"often enough" he shifts uncomfortably blushing now his eyes flitting between the art pad and my face
"I didn't know you, Ya know" I nod at the book, shifting on my feet "Art"
The blond flushes again looking away and numbering something under his breath
" 'S nothing, j-just a hobby" he flips the book shut crawling it closer to him protectively looking at me with those watery blue eyes of his
"you won't tell anyone right?"
I feel my eyes furrow in confusion at the pleading tone his voice had taken,
"what? Why? Are you really bad?"
The boy only looks away "I'm no Micheal Angelo but that's not it"
And I have to agree, he's more like something Micheal created.
"I won't tell if you won't" I grim gesturing at the headphones dangling out of my pocket
"and if you show me" I tack on letting my curiosity get the best of me. Where did all this confidence come from?!
"or not! You don't have to" and I'm blushing again, never mind, no confidence here, please try again later.
Issac shrugs again, patting the dirt next to him shyly. "sure, Ya just... Ya"
So I walk over and plop, extremely ungracefully next to him, this makes him laugh, and...have you ever heard Issace laugh? It's deep, and light? And his eyes scrunch up and start sparkling like lake water at 14:00.
"falling for me already Lex?" he quips his head tilted, that's where the confidence went, he took it.
"Definitely" I mumbled trying to play it off with a smirk.
"I'm obsessed" he holds the sketch pad out to me grinning
"I can only let you see if you promise not to tease me"
There's a look in his eyes as I grab it, a vulnerability I haven't seen since his father died.
"I promise" I look up at him, meaning every word, how is he so much taller than me even sitting down?
I turn my attention to the sketchbook flipping it open, the first page has a few simple doodles, rocks, a flower, scotch tape. With a smile, I flip the page and I'm met with the smoldering, pouty face of Derek, but there's something else, less pout, more...soft isn't the right word his proportions are off, too perfect like looking at a picture of Jesus, Ya that's it even though dereks actually a little shorter then Issace this drawing is from the perspective of looking up at him. I smile thoughtfully turning the page. Chains, thrown carelessly on a cement floor, no life or anything else on this page just chains in stunning detail.
"These are... actually really good" I look at him examining his smug smile
"Why don't you wanna tell people? If I could do this I'd tell everyone I met"
The blond only shrugs "Force of habit I guess, last time I shared this I ended up with stitches"
He said it so plainly that it broke my heart. How can someone so soft just...say stuff like this and be ok
Unsure of what else to do I rest my head on his shoulder, trying to be comforting, I feel his breath hitch and his shoulder stiffen
"Thank you for showing me Issac, your amazing"
He relaxed slowly but otherwise didn't move, he smelled nice, like old spice and Listerine mouthwash.
He grin that crooked smile of his, "go on theres more" he prods, Im sure of I were i werewolf I'd smell his exitment at finnaly shareing this.
I flip the page again and find myself looking at Alison Argent, holding her crossbow and looking back at me from the paper with that billion doller smile that made it so I couldn't even be jealous, he got every detail of her dimples, sharp jaw, those dark eyes that alwayd lit up perfectly, her hair that curled and looked so soft, she was laughing in the drawing and looking shyly like shed been caught.
"Do you miss her?" I ask him, my heart aching in my chest. Of course he would what was i thinking.
His face turns different and his lips part like hes about to speak
"Foeget it, I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked of course you do" I rush out smileing softly. "you loved her, we all did" I correct
He laughs again a soft sound now, wistful.
"Ya, I did, and I do, but Im still here" The blond tilts his head and throws that careless smile back to me like Saokkas boomerang "And im ok Lex" he looks at me sirously "I'm here, liveing my life...with no regrets" his voice got deeper sending a shiver up my spine, I mentily cursed as i saw his eyes quickly flit over my from leaning slightly closer*
"Are you cold?" He looked me right in the eyes and leans closer gently takeing the forgotten skechbook from my hands.
"No" I try to keep my voice stready, I'm just reading into things he wouldn't actually-
"Then was that a good shudder?" His voice drops low, his eyes seem to have gotten darker, more intense somehow and they were clashing with mine with a shocking intensity, I wanted nothing more then to look away, I couldn't bare to look away.
"Because I'd like to kiss you"
I can hear any semblance of thought screech to a halt, mentily his words are rolling in my head like a couple of toddlers on a suger high
"What?" I feel my eyes widen as i look up at him
"I want..."he leans forward again slowly brushing his fingers through my hair "to kiss you, if you'll let me"
"I, er, um, yes" I feel totally removed from my body, my face and neck are on fire.
He laughs, his teeth flashing. "Take a breath Lex"
I do just that, I take a deep breath, and close my eyes all I can feel is his hand on the back of my neck, his warmth, the way he smells, oh god.
"Kiss me" i murmur my eyes opening, to look up at him. Then his lips are on mine.
Its better then I imagined, not my first kiss (thank you Jackson) his lips were warm, and soft, and his hand on the back of my neck helping to guied my head to the angel his needed was just the right amount of pressure.
Then we split and i swear the world was spinning, I look back at him with a giddy smile, the nerves and butterflys and excitement and joy makeing me basicly vibrate.
"Good?" He asks smileing back at me with a lazy grin
"Very good" I'm lucky to remember english
"Awesome" he starts nodding awkwardly "so...uh ya"
He stands up smiling
"I will see you later, i just remembered i have somewhere to be" and he runs off.
Oh my god, he ran off, bu the kissed me and it was nice
I smile and make a noise im notnproud of as a growm woman laying down in the dirt giggling. Lidia will love this.
