The Long Game (Issac Garcia)

11; serial killer

Issac pov
Since Evans couldn't drive, we decided to stay the night at their house.

"I got her." Josh offered to take his sister. The car has just parked. Everyone has already gotten out it was just the three of us.

I shook my head. "It's okay, I got her." he gave me a look before nodding and getting out.

I carefully slid out of the seat so I could get out to pick her up. I slowly picked her up in my arms.

I reached over to grab our phones before shutting the door.

Cautiously, I walked through the front door, not wanting to wake the girl up.

As I walked through the living room, I noticed our friends there on the couch watching a movie.

They gave me weird looks and awe's as I passed through.

After I got up to her room, I laid her down on the bed. I took her shoes off and then went to find her clothes to change in.

I laid shorts and a shirt on the corner of her bed. Before she woke up, I rushed downstairs to get her Tylenol and a glass of water.

As I walked into her room, she was already changed and in bed watching TV.

Once she noticed I was there, she smiled and patted the spot next to her.

"Can you come sit with me? Pleaseee" she begged as she gave me puppy eyes.

I sighed and gave in. I put the water and pills on her desk as I walked to her bed.

"If you want, I can get you some clothes. If you want to change?" She asks. I nod.

She gets up and goes to her closet. I looked around her room and noticed my jacket around her desk chair.

I smile a little as I see it.

She walks back over and throws me gray sweats and a t-shirt.

After I get changed in her bathroom, I jump onto her bed. We both sat shoulder to shoulder.

"You look good, garcia," she teases as she turns her head to look at me. I look at her deadpanned and elbow her in the side. She pushes me away and laughs.

"Who's clothes are these anyway? Do you always have boys in your bed? Evans" she rolls her eyes at my statement.

"Shut up, garcia." She punches my arm.
"No, I don't have any boys in here. The pants are my brothers. The shirts mine, " She explains.

She scoffs. "If I did have boys up here. I wouldn't tell you anyways,"

I ignore and turn my attention to the show. We were watching outerbanks.

"Honestly, you're so rafe coded," she says as she looks up at me.

Her eyes stared into mine. I felt as if time had stopped. As cheesey, that might sound.

Like always, her hair fell perfectly over her shoulders. She had this sort of glisten in her eye that was so special.

That made her special.

Wait, I don't even like her. I should not be feeling like this. We're not friends. To be honest, I'm not completely sure why I'm still sitting here.

Omce I snap out of it my face scrunches up at the comment. "Is that a good thing?" she laughs.

"Yeah," she says, unsure as she shakes her head no. I raise my eyebrow at the girls reply.

"No, yeah, definitely cause I'm just going to go around and start shooting people." I say bluntly.