The Repeated History of the Heroes

Last Chance

  Paris left Issac's room quickly, her feet breaking into a run once she left his hall.  It all made sense now and she was an idiot.  Something in her hand clicked, standing over him with his hands on her.  That feeling, his hand on her waist.  The skin benef her finger tips.  His parted lips.  Oh gods, she was an idiot.

  The pages in her sketchbook, in all mediums and colors.  The faces of every random man she drew shifting into Issac, taking on his strong jaw and bold eyes.  Thick eyebrows, a wide nose, full lips, and cropped coiled hair.  An idiot, she was an idiot.  

  For two years her brain had subconsciously chosen Issac over and over again.  Her body had chosen him, her dreams had chosen him, but her brain somehow hadn't caught onto it.  She wanted to kiss him?  How many times had she caught herself staring at him?  The way the light met his eyes and made them shine silver like the moon or the curve of his mouth.  What had she even put it off the be?

  Paris sprinted up the stairs, because she had too much energy for the elevator.  She passed a couple making out on the stairs, she hadn't seen that since Sophomore year in high school.  That motivated her to move a whole lot faster.  

  Soon she was in front of Zoe's door, knocking once before opening it.  Her friend was lounging on the couch with the T.V. remote in her hand, flipping through channels.  Zoe blinked once at her, "What did I miss?"  Paris remembered that Issac was supposed to be where she was in a minute, for safety, she shut the door behind and locked it.  

  Andy walked into the room, looked at her once, then started laughing.  He handed Zoe a soda, "Paris is having an epiphany."

  "Oh," she took the drink from his hand, patting the couch next to her.  "Spill."

  Paris mastered herself enough to sit down, Andy left the room again, and came back with two drinks.  He handed Paris one before sitting at the end of the couch, leaning back.  "Am I dumb?" 

  "No," Zoe spoke simply.

  "Maybe blind," Andy suggested with an easy grin.

  She sighed leaning back, "What am I supposed to do?"

  Z tilted her head, "I still don't know what we're talking about."

  When Paris blinked, she saw Issac's face behind her eyelids.  

  "We're talking about Issac," Andy announced, "Finally."

  "We are?" Zoe leaned forward, light filling her eyes.  "Thank gods!"

  Paris shrugged off both of their comments and looked at the bottle or water in her hand.  She opened it and chugged all of the water, a bit dripping out of the corner of her mouth.  "I don't know what to do," she said, whipping the water off of her chin.

  "About?"

  She couldn't put words to it.  Actually she could.  Three simple words would summarize all of the feelings that had hit her like a title wave or a ton of bricks.  It smacked her across the face.  "The fact that I'm in love with him."  She slumped back into the couch cushions, "Shit.  I'm in love with Issac."  

  "Yes!" Andy reached across her and high fived Zoe.  "Liam owes me."

  Zoe actually laughed, "Four years of waiting for that money."

  "Four years?" Paris looked back and forth between them.  "You guys knew how I felt for four years?"  She flipped to Andy, "You knew when you met me?"

  He chucked, "Not you."

  Was she seriously slow?  It took her a whole thirty seconds of silence to get what he was saying, "This isn't one sided, is it?"