Secrets ➸ Misaac

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Isaac's outfit is above and next chapter it'll be Abigail and Isaac's outfits! : )

10 chapters left, and I effing cried my guts out writing the last chapter god dammit why do I torture myself?

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As soon as Isaac could go on his electronics on the plane, he decided to get changed into clothes his mom wouldn't despise of him wearing.

He ended up wearing the Misfits shirt of Mike's, a flannel, jeans, and kept on his converse but put on some socks.

He took out his laptop and earbuds, signing into the laptop before he logged into Skype.

He pressed Michael's contact and it rung for a few minutes before Michael appeared on his screen.

"Plane?" Michael asked, his voice a bit shaky, eyes puffy from crying and he was eating a slice of pizza. Hugging Isaac's shirt and the plushie close.

"Y-Yeah, how's the pizza?"

Michael laughed at the question, looking at his boyfriend on a screen was a lot different.

"Good but not as good since you aren't here." He pouted, taking another bite. He looked over Isaac again and raised an eyebrow. "Did you change?"

"Oh uhm yeah I was getting some weird stares and I-I don't want my mom flipping out on me." Isaac explained and fumbled with the end of Michael's shirt.

"Hey is that my shirt?" Michael laughed, looking at Isaac's shirt through the screen. Isaac nodded and laughed also.

"I accidentally grabbed it this morning and I couldn't find my damn boyish shirts." Isaac blushed and Michael snorted.

"Well you sort of left your sweater here so I'm probably going to be wearing it to bed the next 5 months." Michael held up the maroon sweater and Isaac whined.

"That was my favorite too."

"Well its mine until we see each other again." Michael winked and Isaac rolled his eyes.

"Please don't ruin it."

"Hey I'm clean as fuck okay the worst I could to is get pizza sauce on it." Michael looked at the pizza and then he sweater and slowly moved the pizza box away.

Isaac rolled his eyes again and laughed, shaking his head. "You're an idiot."

"I'm your idiot there's a difference." Michael winked and Isaac squirmed a bit in his seat.

"Stop it." Michael stuck his tongue out at the screen and Isaac rolled his eyes.

"I want cuddles!" Michael whined and curled up with the sweater and plushie, feeling cold and tired.

"I do too," Isaac pouted, Michael looked at his phone and smirked.

"Hey Isaac, word of the day what does denude mean?" Michael asked.

"Uhhh I have no clue what the hell?" Isaac said after a long pause and laughed.

"Isaac denude."

"I don't know what denude means." Isaac whined, some people giving him weird looks.

Michael giggled fiercely at Isaac's confused face and finally giggled out, "to strip."

Isaac's face went red, eyes wide and he shifted awkwardly in his seat. "O-Oh..." He let out an embarrassed stutter.

"Isaac when you Skype me when your home you need to denude." Michael giggled.

"Fuck you Michael!" He said not too loudly, hiding his face in his hands.