Nothing's Normal : An Isaac Lahey Love Story (Completed)

Pillows, Privacy, and Parents

Hey guys! I'm going to be doing this chapter in third person just to see how it goes. If you'd comment with you like better I'd gladly appreciate it!

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                “What were you three idiots doing hanging off the ledge of my balcony?” Lydia asked the three “perpetrators” (as she had called them earlier) who were now seated on the edge of her bed.

                “Technically, I was in the tree,” Stiles commented, earning a burning glare from Lydia.

                “I blame it all on Stiles! It was his idea!” Scott exclaimed, selling out his best friend right from the start.

                “What? I blame Isaac!” Stiles countered.

                “I’ll take the blame,” Isaac shrugged, breaking the circle of blame before it could actually make a circle.

                Avalon couldn’t help but smile from her seat opposite the boys. That was certainly a good friend right there; taking the blame for something that she doubted he had no part in.

                Allison and Lydia both scoffed. “We know YOU didn’t plan it, or at least not the entirety of it, but good try. You’re free to go,” Allison told the blue-eyed boy.

                Instead of fleeing the room like Avalon thought he would, Isaac took the empty spot beside her on the love seat. She could feel her heartbeat begin to race as she felt his presence next to her. She looked down at her hands, which kept her from noticing the slight smirk that played on his lips.

                “I want to watch this,” Isaac explained, whispering to Avalon. “And they’re my ride home. It’d be a long walk.”

Avalon giggled a little at his comment, finally looking up at him. Bad idea. As her blue eyes met his she felt, well, awestruck. She felt her brain memorizing every part of his face. His eyelashes, his nose, exactly where his dimples were. She now realized why she had said there were attractive guys in Beacon Hills.

Stiles’ voice broke her from her trance. “Ow! Geez Lydia! I just wanted to know what you guys were talking about!” he exclaimed, between getting hit with a pillow by the strawberry blonde herself.

“Oh! But I thought you wanted to be a part of a pillow fight? Is this not what you were hoping?” Lydia asked sarcastically, earning a loud laugh from Scott. She turned to him. “Oh you’re not getting out of this either! You can’t tell me you didn’t want to spy a bit on Allison!” She scolded, hitting him with her pink silk pillow.

Avalon could see both Allison and Scott very visibly blush. She had just gotten back but she knew they still loved each other. Why had they separated if they were so in to each other? Something had to have made Allison break up with him.

“We’re sorry! What do you want from us?” Scott pleaded.

Lydia stopped and smirked. “Glad you asked because I have some great outfit ideas for your next lacrosse game,” she told them evilly. “But since you’re here, Caroline’s trying to catch up on everyone. What’s gone on the past four years?”

“EVERYTHING that’s gone on?” Scott asked.

‘That’s weird. Allison asked the same question,’ Avalon thought to herself. Maybe they both just didn’t want to mention the breakup.

Lydia rolled her eyes, “Whatever you feel compelled to tell about.”

“I’ll start. I made the lacrosse team, I won our championship game for us, I got totally wasted at Lydia’s party, my dad’s still sheriff but was fired at one point thanks to me, my sarcasm has gotten a lot better, and I’m still a virgin, which sucks,” Stiles said, all in one big breath.  Avalon raised her eyebrow at the last part, but figured it probably wasn’t weird for a guy at Stiles’ age to say.