A lot of things had gone wrong before between you and Isaac. None of these things had ever elicited a huge reaction from either one of you, so they just kept piling up as unsolved problems, and they piled so high that everything eventually toppled over.
You had been angry at Isaac for a long time. He had started to show interest in Allison, who happened to be your best friend. He had been angry at you, as well, because as he started to spend more time with her, you started to spend more time with Scott. You only wanted to make him jealous.
"Hey," he said when you came home.
"Hey," you threw your purse onto the couch.
"Where were you?"
"With Scott," you sat down and started to take off your shoes.
"You've been spending a lot of time with him," Isaac said, looking up from his phone.
"Yeah, well, we're friends."
"Just friends?" He asked.
Your face turned red. As long as you had been waiting for this confrontation, you had always pictured yourself as the one answering the questions. Isaac seemed too ready to fire.
"We're as much as friends as you and Allison are, alright?" You snarled.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You are just friends, right? Like Scott and I?"
"Oh no, I don't think Allison and I are nearly as close as you and Scott."
"That's debatable," you said, stretching. "You two have been friends a lot longer than Scott and I. Since before we started dating, even."
"If you have something to say, just say it."
You didn't hesitate to ask. "Do you like her more than me?"
"What?"
"You spend a lot of time with her, and she's really pretty, like really pretty. And you can never seem to stop talking about her. So if you like her, or you're in love with her, why don't you be the one to just say it?"
"[Y/N]," Isaac scooted over and grabbed your hand. "I'm not in love with Allison. I'm in love with you. And I talk about her a lot because she's my friend, and she's your friend too. We have her in common. And if you were to ask her what we talked about together all day, she would say you. I talk to her about you, and she talks to me about Scott. It's messy, but it's good. I don't hang out with her because she's pretty. And, yeah, she is pretty, but you're beautiful. And I want beautiful, okay? I want you. So when I ask if you like Scott, it's not because I'm accusing you of anything, it's because I don't want to lose you."
"I guess Scott and Allison kind of belong together, huh?"
"Sort of like you and me," he said, leaning in for a kiss.
