The Repeated History of the Heroes

Boats + Dreams= DreamBoats?

  Paris stared out at the sea, waiting for the boat to come.  She could feel it lurking out in the distance.  It was a feeling she struggled to understand, but she knew she despised it.  On her right, Issac sat silently.  He did that a lot.  She didn't mind it, in fact, she found solace in his company.  

  Despite that, she still needed to fill their silence.  "How are the babies doing?"

  He grinned at her word choice, "The babies are terrified of Zoe."

  "I don't see why, they should've met her five years ago."

  "Ah yes, the pre- Andy era."  His fingers threaded through the sand beneath them, "Though a few of them called me the strict one."

  She huffed a laugh, "You are!"

  His jaw dropped, "I'm the nice one!"

  "No," she shook her head, digging her fingers through the sand.  "I am the nice one."

  "Fair," under the sand, she felt his finger graze her's.  "But I'm not strict."

  She glanced at the space between them, the outline of their hands was clear in the moonlight.  Without thinking, she stretched her pinky finger out and interlocked it with his.  "Compared to us you are."

  "I- um-" he looked down, his face flushed, "I guess you're right."

  For a second she thought he would pull back, he scooted closer instead.  "I am."

  "It is weird," he mumbled, "We're growing up."

  "We are," she wanted to pull him closer- she didn't.  "I graduated High School."

  He looked at her properly, their eyes met, "What are you go do after this?"

  "Everything."

  He smiled brightly, "You'll be wonderful."

  She felt strange when he looked at her like that.  "What will you do?"

  "I haven't told anyone," he lowered his voice, "Can you keep a secret?"

  "Always."

  "Back in November I applied to a college. . ." he turned his gaze to the water.  "I don't know how, but I got into Stanford."

  Her breath was stolen from her, "Issac," she breathed, "That's amazing!"

  He grinned, "You think?"

  Paris unhooked their fingers and practically tackled him in a hug.  It was a good thing they were sitting down.  She pulled back, still grasping his shoulders, "You're gonna be in California?" 

  "It's far from Malibu, but. . ." he shrugged, "Closer than New York."

  Something in her chest swelled, "Closer is good."

  He nodded, "I'm getting a little excited."  

  "Well," she bit her bottom lip, "What are you studying?"

  "Classics and maybe architecture," he pursed his lips, "It's a little nerdy."

  She actually snorted, "Of course it is."

  "Should I be insulted?"

  "No," she bumped his shoulder, "I find the nerdiness endearing."

  He exhaled, their eyes met for a moment, her heart beat sped.  Hee lifted his fingers, she didn't dare move as he brushed her cheek with his thumb.  "You- uh, there was sand."

  She nodded, stopping him from dropping his hand from her cheek, "Thank you."

  His throat bobbed as he swallowed, "Yeah."  Issac's palm laid flat against her cheek, holding her face with fragility she didn't know human kind possessed.  Maybe it was the divine blood in him that allowed him to hold her like that.  Not like she was breakable, but like she was. . . loved.