ex - j.g

fourteen;

gilinsky;

today's the day that isabelle and alexandra have been dreading – the funeral.

isabelle was in her room getting ready, while alexandra is staying with her boyfriend.

"jack?!" i hear isabelle call from her room. i stand from the couch and walk towards the stairs. walking up, she repeats my name, "jack?"

"yeah?" i respond once upstairs.

"can you help zip me up?" she asks innocently when i walk in her room.

her tan skin is all i can see, her skin looking smooth as ever. the fragile black fabric is folded over from being open and unzipped.

"yeah." i mumble and place my hand at her lower back and base of the zipper, "move your hands." i instruct and zip up the fragile fabric, her skin being covered by every passing second.

her face is blank, no emotion whatsoever. i look at her through the mirror and watch her eyeing herself and seeming like she's mentally speaking to herself.

as a kid, she'd do that, especially when playing volleyball. she'd stand in front of her mirror, in her uniform, and give herself a pep talk without verbally speaking.

"jack?" she says with a sigh.

"yeah?" i ask. her eyes become glossy, so i wrap my arms around her. she intently watches my actions, as i kiss her neck, "calm down." i say, "relax, isabelle. you're too tense." i continue to kiss her neck and suck the soft skin, "i'm here for you."

as i continue with my actions, she begins to relax in my arms, her head slowly falling backwards onto my shoulder.

"j.. jack. come on." she quickly rebalances herself and takes hold of my hand, dragging me out of her room at the sound of her sister's voice.

"coming, alex!" she yells down the stairs. quickly she turned around to me and fixed my tie, "we'll finish this later. come on."

"are you guys dating yet? like holy shit." alexandra eyes isabelle and i.

"no." isabelle groans, "you have asked me that since i was twelve."

"i know, i know." alexandra laughs, "who could blame me? you two have always been the cutest-"

isabelle groans, "alex, i love you, but can you please shut up? and can we go?"

"yeah, yeah. sorry sista." alexandra says and signals for me to walk with her, "did you guys fight or something?"

"no, she was on the verge of tears because of stress, alex. you gotta realize how close her and your mom were. should've seen her last night." i told alexandra.

"i know, she's a mess. she yelled at me the other day for being 'the worst daughter ever,' because of my apparent lack of emotion. i am just stronger than she is." i nod at her words.

"yeah, i know."