i'm not him [lysaac au]

i'm not him

lydia and isaac were a somewhat odd pairing, or so everyone thought. they didn't, clearly, since they were now going strong for about 4 months.

anyways, they weren't a couple that fought a lot. however when you pair a jealous perfectionist with an over protective control freak, things might get a bit messy now and again.

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"i'm not jackson!"

"but you're always with her! always playing the knight in shining armor for allison." lydia shouted at her boyfriend, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks.

isaac turned away from lydia, preparing to walk out the door.

"where are you going?"

"you dont trust me."

and with that he walked out, being sure to slam the door hard enough to make lydia jump.

lydia was dumbfounded, hand shooting up to clutch onto her pounding head. she backed up into the door, sliding down it with a sulking look on her face.

"dumb, dumb, dumb, lydia... you always push him away..." she muttered to herself out into the thin air, fingers tangling in her unruly hair.

see, lydia knew exactly what she knew what she was doing. she knew every consequence with the words she spoke, every detail of what would happen, had she said something different. she knew isaac's weak spots and she knew what would hit him hard, but it was like the filter switch in her brain was switched on off and then ripped out of the wall.

"god, stupid, stupid, stupid!" she got up, pacing around the room, not being able to hold back the tears that mindlessly began to flow down her pale cheeks.

collapsing on the floor, she wept quietly for what seemed like hours. and once she was all out of tears, she felt numb. she knew she should apologize, but it was as if her hands were tied together in a thousand knots and her phone, their only way of contact at that moment, was across the ocean. she layed down on the floor, and began to think.

what if i never saw them?

what if i never went out and stayed home like he told me to?

what if i over reacted? what if they're family friends? what if he was asking for advice about me? what if they were all at an unrealistic age? what if it's all reasonable? what if there's an explanation?

what if he wasn't lying?

lydia felt like she was running out of air. her throat clenched, and her veins rubbed together like sandpaper. the dull ache she felt had soon turned into a blood-boiling, searing burn, her tears had suddenly stopped when it hurt to open her eyes.

she opened her mouth to cry out painfully but nothing would come out. her hands flew up to her neck, but when she retracted them, it looked like she had just killed somebody. there was blood seeping through her shirt, lydia had had enough.

the door flew open just in time for the strawberry blonde to let out a blood curdling scream.

it wasn't the kind of scream that breaks glass. not even the kind that rattles your furniture, or bursts your eardrums.

no; it was the kind of scream where you were gasoline and your throat was a lit match. the kind of scream that was completely silent, mute, yet vengeful. the kind of scream that made your entire body go numb, where you couldn't feel a thing, the type of scream where your hands shook violently but you couldn't stop.

isaac ran over to her, sitting next to her and wrapping his arms around her shivering body. time seemed to slow down, he didn't know what else to do.

so he just kissed her.

her scream fell short, eyes still wide. she pushed him away abruptly, heart beating so harshly, so loudly, it was close to falling out of her chest. isaac could hear it. he didn't let go. her tears had become faint.

"w-why did you do that, w-why are y-you even here in the first place? g-go home isaac," her voice cracked twice, he counted. opposed to her words, isaac simply picked lydia up in her fragile state and took her into the living room, placing her gently onto the couch. she said nothing.

her eyes instantly drooped, her body giving into the comforting cushioning. she weakly attempted to punch isaac's chest to shoo him away, but he didn't budge. and just like that, they fell asleep. he snaked his arms around her, missing the small smile that had dissolved onto her face while he wasn't looking.

**4 hours later**

"ow! are you crazy, woman?!"

the loud thud of isaac's body hitting the hardwood was genuinely difficult to miss. the boy seemed to weigh a ton, somehow still managing to look fit.

"no, not crazy. you were hogging the couch, what else was i supposed to do?" lydia proclaimed innocently, turning to look at him with a trace of a laugh appearing at her lips.

isaac looked up at her with warm eyes, desperately wanting to talk about what had happened just a few short hours ago.

"c'mon, this couch isn't comfy. let's move to your room."

and before lydia could even try to protest, he had already lifted her up bridal style and carried her to her queen sized bed. she was too tired to even try to argue. her stubborn mind needed more rest, that girl was cranky if she didn't get her beauty sleep. isaac would know.

after about an hour and a half of tossing and turning, isaac had officially given up on trying to go back to sleep. he instead decided to wake lydia up to entertain him.

"hey lydia, wake up." he poked her shoulder with a whisper. nothing.

"wake up sleepyhead, i'm bored." he poked her again except in her stomach, again, getting no reaction.

"lydiaaaa, wake uuuppp!" he groaned, nudging her this time. she stirred in her sleep making isaac's eyes light up in hope that she had woken up. his face dropped back into a frown as he realized she was still dead asleep. but when her pinky twitched, he realized she was faking.

"lydia martin, if you don't wake up right now i'm going to have to think of a more creative way to get you up." he whispered into lydia's ear, knowing fully well she could hear everything isaac was saying to her.

lydia contemplated fake-waking up, yawning and even throwing in a stretch or two to seal the deal. but her curiousity got the best of her; she wanted to know how he would try to wake her up.

isaac knew what she was doing, he also knew she had no idea what he was going to do. sitting up, he threw one leg over her waist so he was almost sitting on her hips. his hands were at either side of her face, a smirk evident on his features.

lydia tried her best to keep her heart rate normal, and steady it. so far it was working and as far as she assumed, he thought she was still sleeping. however, she couldn't help how her breathing hitched when isaac's thumb wistfully grazed her torso. she could feel his eyes on her, but she kept still.

isaac's lips ghosted over her collarbone, one hand was now gripping her hip and the other was holding him up on the bed. he placed a light kiss onto her skin, continuing the pattern up to the soft spot right below her ear. he couldn't resist, and gently sucked on the delicate skin. once the purplish bruise was formed and raw, he blew cold air onto her to surprise her. which it did, as she shivered in response.

"you know i know you're awake, right?"

"shut it lahey," lydia snapped, licking her lips and curling her hand on the back of his neck.

"now, get back to doing what you do best."

isaac's lips curled into a grin as he slid off his shirt, admiring the girl under him. he had never been never happier to oblige to her demands.