~○•♡ kiss me ♡•○~ || isaac garcia

~○°~♧ five ♧~°○~

~°☆ What's under there, Babe? ☆°~

Y/N'S POV

It's thanksgiving tomorrow, and I'm fucking terrified. 

It'll be the first holiday without our parents for Jackie and I, and I'm gonna do as much as I can to stay strong. Knowing Jackie, she probably won't be there much, as she tends to run away from her problems. But I'll stick around. Well, I'll try.

In an attempt to wash away all the negativite thoughts before the long day ahead, I walk to the bathroom.

As I hop in the shower, cranking the faucet to hot, I hear a knock on the door. "Babe, you in there?"

I groan as he steps in.

"What do you want, Isaac?" I yell over the sound of the spray. "Have you seen my boots?" I roll my eyes, even if he can't see it. "They're behind the couch, Isaac."

...

"Now can you get out?!"
"Alright, alright! No need to yell, Laker!"

I've never loved a shower curtain more in my life.

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After having my peaceful shower interrupted by Mr Pervert, I decide to dress less hobo than usual. By that, I mean my hoodie and flares with a ponytail.

After all, it is important to look nice when literally every Walter or relative acquaintance of a Walter goes to our damn school. And unfortunately, the Garcias too.

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I step out of the bathroom to the kitchen. As it's pretty early, people haven't woken up yet, so I grab my toast and OJ, looking around my shoulders for Isaac, the Toast Hunter.

And I'm peacefully eating as he and his polar opposite angel brother walk in.

Bet you can't guess what he does next.

He steals my fucking toast.

But then he does something else, something I'm not sure what to think about.

"What's up with that hoodie?" Asks Isaac, shoving my toast down his throat. "Yeah," adds Lee. "I've never seen you without it."
"What's under there, Babe?" I blush a little, reminding myself to get my head out of the gutter.

He wraps his hands around my waist gently as for Lee not to see. His calloused fingers graze my belly, and I find myself not pulling away. Something about this man, despite him being my enemy, made me feel safe.

"You shouldn't hide yourself, Y/n," he grumbles in my ear in a hushed tone.

Why'd that send shivers down my spine?

I brush him off before he can see me blush, and put more bread in the toaster.

Again.

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ISAACS POV

I've been trying to signal to her that I like her, but nothing seems to work. Like I LITERALLY walked in on her in the shower intentionally (don't worry, there was a curtain). And I've started being more touch-y around her too. So I know exactly the steps to take.