the exchange student [isco]

seis: dates + animal crackers

Isco watched Della run around the house with an amused look on his face. She's probably ran down the stairs a hundred times by now, screaming about a dress and running into the laundry room searching for something.

Isco waited by the stairs, starting to count the number of times she's run downstairs but by the time she reached the bottom of the stairs, she just sat down and put her head in her hands.

"I'm not ready." She murmured through her hands.

Isco sat down next to her and awkwardly tapped her shoulder. She peaked at him and shot him a look, "Are you going to tease me too? Diego just recorded a video of me upstairs." She huffed.

Isco laughed and shook his head. "No, don't worry. What's up?" he asked her, drumming his fingers on his knee. She shrugged, running a hand through her dark brown hair. "I have nothing to wear and I have less than 2 hours before Marc picks me up."

Isco felt realization wash over him.

Oh, right. Marc.

Marc actually did call Della and ask her out on a date. That boy did not waste time at all. He asked Della to a typical dinner and a movie type thing. It was simple, and yet it took Della nearly 4 hours to find something to wear.

"Oh, I forgot." Isco said simply.

Della looked down at the outfit she was wearing at the moment – sweatpants and a loose fitting t-shirt with FC Barcelona's logo on it.

"Don't worry about it too much, Della," Isco said reassuringly. "I don't think he's going to care much about what you wear tonight."

Della looked at Isco skeptically. "Francisco, please. The reason he even asked me out tonight was because a certain dress caught his attention last week." She said matter-of-factly.

Isco furrowed his brows and shrugged – knowing she was pretty right about it. He just didn't know how to say it to her.

"You'll look good wearing anything, Della," Isco told her. He stood up and moved to walk upstairs to his room. "Trust me." He said before walking up the stairs and completely disappearing from Della's sight.

Della felt her heart flutter at his words, but she knew that first dates were always important. Letting out a battle cry, she charged for the laundry room determined to find something to wear for later.

+

Isco stopped himself from stuffing another animal cracker into his mouth when he heard the doorbell ring. He sighed and put the animal cracker box down and walked towards the door, wiping off any excess crumbs from his shirt.

He opened the door to see Marc standing there, playing a random game on his iPhone. He looked up and grinned widely when he saw Isco.

"Francisco!" he beamed. He leaned forward and gave Isco a brief man hug. "Where's Della?" he asked. Isco shrugged, "I don't know, let me go and call her." He said.

Just when he turned around, Della walked down the stairs.

She was wearing a simple grey t-shirt dress and her hair was tied into a high bun atop her head. She was wearing worn-out Converse sneakers that looked really nice with her outfit and she had a black sling bag to go with it. Her make up was simple and it didn't look like she just did a nosedive into a pool of powder like most girls did.

Isco felt his breath hitch in his throat when he saw her walking towards him.

But then she wasn't smiling at him. She wasn't even looking at him.