Secrets ➸ Misaac

.7

Half of this was written in school because I'm bored okay so here you go xD This chapter is Isaac next is Mike.

"In a minute I was all packed up, I got a ticket to another world, I don't wanna go, I don't wanna go."

-Beside You

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"C'mon Isaac, get up we're leaving today!" Jordan had called to his sleeping brother from the bathroom, beginning to brush his teeth as Isaac just groaned and turned on his side.

Honestly, Isaac didn't want to move. He's lived in this house for 10 years and now they're finally moving today.

Today was the last time he'd be in this house, and he just felt a wave of sadness hit him. He didn't want to go to a new house, they grew up in this house.

Sure, he'd be getting his own room and he can decorate without Jordan in the way with his stuff, but he liked sharing a room with his brother. It gave them an opportunity to get along better and have a stronger bond.

Sounds cheesy, but its true.

Jordan wasn't even going to be on the same level as him, he's making the basement into his room.

They took down all their posters the other night, and thats what triggered the sadness.

Seeing the blank walls, where they recorded videos for almost two years and the posters in the background were now gone.

He had no idea what the new recording station would look like, he didn't want it to have a boring background with no posters because the posters are what gave the facecame a little more color.

"Isaac, get up before Mom comes up and dumps water on you." Jordan nudged his brother-who was now curled up under a blanket-with his foot.

The younger brother sighed in defeat, crawling out from under the blanket and quickly going to the bathroom.

He shut the door and looked in the mirror, his eyes were pink and puffy. He knew it was stupid to cry over a house, but so many memories were kept here.

He washed his face, brushed his teeth, fixed his hair, then came out and went to his already packed up suitcase and got out a Papa Acachalla tee shirt and that was it.

He didn't mind wearing the same pants.

He just grabbed the shirt and faced the wall, taking off the shirt he was currently wearing then throwing on the Papa shirt.

He didn't like saying he was insecure, but he is, and yes. Even if Jordan is his older brother, and they are close, he doesn't like the fact he has to change infront of him.

"Everyone has insecurities," he thought. "So then why can't I change without feeling like my own brother's going to make fun of me?"