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𝗜𝘀𝗮𝗮𝗰 𝗟𝗮𝗵𝗲𝘆'𝘀 𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗮 teenage boy could be. Clothes draped over the back of furniture, sneakers kicked off just shy of the door way, socks scattering the floor.
Posters littered the wall. Action shots of famous lacrosse players no one could remmeber the name of, a signed The Smiths vinyl mounted in a frame. Yes, a depressing genre of people but Isaac was an unexpected fan of the tragic indy music.
On the sleek wooden dresser, though, was an ivory framed picture of Isaac and Lizzie after one of Isaac's lacrosse game, smiling too wide, clutching onto each other. Beside it, a snap of him and Scott, arms slung around each other.
His lacrosse stick leant against the wall beside his unmade bed, taped at the handle.
Isaac was horizontal on the bed, Lizzie a top of him. They were surrounded by undone homework and the contents of Lizzie's sparkly handbag.
The world outside had slipped away a few hours ago as their mouths met over and over again, hungry, greedy, messy. Her fingers curled around his shirt, his around her waves. Isaac was pulling her impossibly closer until even breathing felt like too much space between them.
And then...
"You are joking."
They broke apart haphazardly, heads snapping so fast they almost hit eachother. Stiles and Scott were stood in the doorway, Scott amused, Stiles horrified.
Lizzie's face flushed as she scrambled off Isaac's lap. The curly-haired boy rubbed the back of his neck, something he always did in awkward situations.
"Our innocent little baby," Stiles barged into the room unhappily.
"Stiles..." Scott chastised, chasing after him.
"How dare you." Stiles snapped at Isaac who could only role his eyes. The Stilinski boy reached towards the bed, pulling Lizzie by the arms off of it and into his grasp.
Isaac's eyes widened, "What? No! You can't take her away."
Stiles gently pushed the pixie girl behind him into the hands of an awaiting Scott, ignoring her shouts of disagreement.
"We'll be having a talk." Stiles said blankly, pointing between him and Scott. Lizzie's giggle betrayed her embarrassment.
Stiles began to back away from a stern looking Isaac, jostling Lizzie and Scott out of the room with him.
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"I really think the art teacher likes me," Lizzie's words jumbled as she attempted to speak whilst sucking her juice from a straw simultaneously.
