YOOOO SUP so I'm supposed to be doing my homework but I'm writing Isaac fluff so yeah.
"I just can't believe it , Y/N! I'm losing my sight and yet she's the one that can't handle it." Isaac sobbed into my shoulder as I ran a hand through his hair.
"I know, Isaac, I know. You know what? She's not worth your time. If she breaks up with you because of something like that, she's not worth it." I sighed. Monica had just broken up with Isaac, my best friend (who I may or may not have had a huge crush on).
"But she just kept promising me always, Y/N. I would've thought that would actually mean something to her!" He cried.
"Shhhh, it's okay, just let it all out." I whispered, rubbing his back soothingly. If only he knew.
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I quietly knocked on the door to Isaac's hospital room. "Hi." I said.
"Hi.. Uh... Y/N?"
"Wow, only been blind for a couple hours and yet you still manage to know who it is by their voice. I'm impressed."
"You're the first." Isaac mumbled.
"Wait, what?"
"You're the first person I could recognise. I couldn't even recognise my mom's voice."
I swallowed. "Wow." I breathed, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. "How?"
"It's a secret." He chuckled.
"Have you heard from Monica?"
"Nope."
"No calls?"
"Nada."
"Texts?"
"Nope."
"Emails?"
"Zilch."
"Sucks."
"Yep. Now come lay with me while I tell you what it's like to be blind."
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"YOU GOT IT, ISAAC!" Hazel yelled. Isaac had just successfully launched his third egg at Monica's car.
"Yo, Gus, egg me."
"Yes, ma'am." Gus replied, handing me an egg. I very carefully aimed, threw and-
Right in the windshield! Hazel and Gus applauded me. "Where'd you hit it?" Isaac asked.
"Square in the middle of the windshield."
"No way."
"Yep." I replied, popping the p.
"Gimme some!" Isaac said, holding up his hand for me to high five. I gladly accepted.
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"...Augustus, my fiend, Godspeed." Isaac finished, his voice cracking, then sat next to me. Hazel was next to speak, but I zoned out completely, trying not to cry. Augustus had died about a week ago and no one was taking it well. Especially, Hazel, Isaac and I. I grabbed Isaac's hand and squeezed it, reassuringly. I ignored the feeling of shocks being sent up my arm. Not now, not at Gus' funeral.
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"Hey, Isaac." I said, walking into Isaac's room.
"Game, Pause. Hey Y/N"
"I still don't get how you do that." I mused, sitting next to him on the bed.
"Do what?"
"Know it's me by just hearing two words."
"Do you really wanna know how I do it?" He asked, leaning closer. I felt my breathing hitch.
"Y-yeah." I stuttered.
"I can tell it's you,"
"Yeah?"
"By the butterflies in my stomach that I get every time I hear your voice. I can tell it's you by the way I feel shocks wherever we touch. I can tell it's you because I get weak in the knees from your scent. No one else does that to me, Y/N. You're the only one." And then we were kissing. I wrapped my arms around his neck while his went between my shoulders. I brought one hand up to play with his hair, the other still wrapped around his neck. I smiled into the kiss, but soon had to pull away because we both needed to breathe.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that." He breathed out.
