Not Telling Anyone

Not Happening

We once again didn't go to lunch that day. We sat in our practice room simply talking and enjoying each other's company. He sat in the corner while I sat next to him holding hands.
      "I'm not going to see you until break is over am I?" I asked Isaac looking into his eyes.
      "Unless you want to come over and help me pack tonight?" He asked with a hopeful look on his face.
      "Alright," I said with a smile.
      "I can't believe I'm having to spend Christmas in California away from you. It's supposed to be our first Christmas together! I mean how are we supposed to exchange presents on Christmas if you're here and I'm there?"
       "Hey you're traveling to California be happy you lucky duck. You'll have a great time. Plus we can Skype each other. As for the presents why don't we just exchange them tonight?"
      "But then they aren't Christmas presents."
      "How about we exchange them tonight and then wait until Christmas to open them. How does that sound?"
     "It sounds like I have a genius for a girlfriend."
     I rolled my eyes and leaned against his shoulder.
     "Hey don't roll your eyes at me," he said grabbing my chin and making me look at his pouting face.
       "I can't help it that you're such a goofy cheeseball," I smirked.
       We just sat there staring into each other's eyes. Isaac's looked full of love, I hoped mind showed the same so that he knew that I loved him back.
      "There's a spark in your eyes," he whispered like he read my mind.
      "Your's have one too," I whispered back.
      "That's what they look like when they look at you."
       "You are such a cheeseball."
      "Yeah, but I'm your cheeseball."
       With that the gap was closed. It was sealing our love for each other. There was so much emotion being poured into this slow and gentle kiss, I could not possibly describe the way it felt. Our lips moving together made reality disappear, we were in our own personal world where it was just the two of us.
     At least that was until Isaac's tongue run against my lips, and I pulled back. I was not letting him have a French kiss. He pouted and I gave him a not-so-serious stern face.
       "Not yet?" He asked.
       "No," I said sternly.
       "Okay okay. I can wait," he said said putting his hands up in surrender. I laughed at him.
         Unexpectedly he grabbed my legs and placed them over his lap, and wrapped arms around me and pulled me close to his chest. I wrapped my arms around him also, and snuggled into him.
       "I love you," he mumbled.
       "I love you too," I whispered.

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        "I ain't touching those!" I shrieked with laughter.
        "Come on you said that you'd help me pack," Isaac begged.
        "I didn't think those were apart of my job description!" I exclaimed.
        "It's a part of packing!" He exclaimed back.
        "You asked if I could help you. That implies that you'd be packing things also, so therefore you're packing these."
         "Come on!"
         "Helping you pack doesn't mean I pack all the things you throw at me, aka everything! I'm not touching those."
          "Oh come on they're just boxers!"
          "Exactly my point. They're your underwear! Your filthy disgusting underwear!"
         "They were washed! I promise!" He was doing his best not to burst out laughing.
      "I don't care! I ain't touching them!" I was trying to not laugh either.
      "You're such an innocent," he said shaking his head, while laughing slightly. He walked over, grabbed them, and placed them in his suitcase after folding them. He looked up at me with a smile. "There problem solved."
      "Thank you," I said amused. We just stood there staring at each other. It may sound weird, but I don't know it's kind of like admiring a piece of artwork.
      "Dinner!" Exclaimed Isaac's mom snapping us out of our trance. She looked at Isaac's suitcase, and sighed.  "Oh Kat did he try and make you pack his underwear? He always tries to get someone else to do it ever since he was a child."
     I giggled and looked at Isaac. His eyes were wide and he looked alike a tomato. He gave his mom the look of "shut up!"
      "Yes Mrs. Lance, he did indeed try and make me pack those smelly things," I said giving him a playful glare.
      "Kat what have I told you? Call me Sarah. Mrs. Lance makes me feel old," she said smiling.
      I smiled back and nodded. With that she walked down the hallway. Isaac's mom was great. She was really nice and sweet, and quickly gaining my trust. She was essentially gaining the title of Second Mom.