PLEASE (Yan Vostrikov/ Isaac Lahey Fanfic)

Chapter 3

1 week later

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I was sitting in the living room. Just chilling. With Isaac. I looked at him and for some strange reason, I didn't wanna punch him in his pale face. "You will always be my girl Kiko, and although you hate me... and be on dicc daily, I'll still wait for you." He said while playing with my hair. I make a weird face and giggle, telling him to not say that word. Then our faces were in front of each other. Holy mf I was sitting on his lap and was leaning in. "Isaac I love you". I said before touching his lips and--

"FUCCBOY!!!!!" I screamed while waking up from my dream. "Fuccboy? Fuccboy?" I was wiping my forehead. Ew, I can't believe. "Are you ok?" it was Isaac. He was laying in the corner of my room by my door. I just looked at him. And turned over to face my wall. "You know, I'm only in here because Scott, told me to watch over you when he left somewhere earlier... I don't-- so yeah. This floor is cold." I thought about what he was trying to say. I threw my blanket and pillow at him. It was getting hot for me anyways. He took it greatfully, made a little bed on the wooden floors in the corner. I grabbed my phone and texted him, yea I got that fuccboy's number. But, I'm not gonna talk to him face to face.

Kiko: 'You can sleep on the carpet by my bed. I know the wood gets cold at night...'

Fuccboy Lahey: 'Thanks Kiko'

I resumed to just chilling. I couldn't go bacc to sleep. So I did one of the most dangerous things to do at night. Think. I thought about family. I didn't exactly have a good father figure growing up. I grew up around my mom's mom, and her 3 siblings. My mom is Melissa's first cousin. I'm Tongan though. Our people originate from Tonga. We speak Tongan. But I'm not a FOB (Fresh Off the Boat) >It's a foreigner that speaks broken english in a funny accent. But, Tongans are everywhere. Canada,Brazil, Oregon, Texas. Yea, crazy. But, my unlces were caring. Especially my uncle Eli. Eli was 14 when he died, he was shot in our neighborhood. One reason to hate Oregon even more. But, my mom's other brother Robert, he stayed in Cali a lot. Then moved bacc up to Oregon when I was 9.

My mom though. She was in and out of jail. From kindergarten- 3rd grade she was in and out. I was being taken care of by my Grandma. I and my sister were raised by her. I remember when she first got out, my grandma hinted that I had a suprise at home. I asked if it was a parrot. I don't even like birds though. I walked into the small appartment, and saw my mom sitting on the couch. My sister was all over her, hugging and smilling. But now that I'm older and think about it. I don't think I gave a fucc. Finally as I grew older, my mom and I's relationship wasn't all to same. I don't know what happened. After my step dad passed, shit was never the same. This happened when I was in 6th grade. I guessed when I hit 8th grade though my mom was seeing somebody, My sperm-donor-of-a-father. She left Oregon and went straight to Cali with my baby sister's.

I thought about the bad things. How the late night arguements started, throwing anything in sight, the horrible things they would say. And multiple times we'd pacc up our stuff in plastic bags, because we had no suitcases. We'd wait on the curb, for someone to picc us up at 3 in the AM. I had tears running down my face. I know Isaac could hear me. So I turned on my beats pill and started to playing music softly. I feel like talking to somebody. So, I text Yan.

Kiko: ' Hey, I know its probably hella late. But, I just wanted to see how you were. And yea. I'm bored.'

I thought about what I just sent. HOLY ZAMN WHY DID I TEXT HIM? I'm not thirsty hoe... so I DUNNO. My phone vibrated and he wrote bacc.

YaniBoy: ' Was up Kiko'

I was gonna type something but he wrote something else.

YaniBoy: 'Are you excited for Friday?'