I wake up in the morning with Issac's arm around me. My window is still open and the sounds of birds are peaceful. It smells like rain. I wonder if it rained last night. I look at my screen on the window and there are little rain drops. It is still only sprinkling a little but, not much. You can barely hear the rain hitting my house.
I turn towards Issac and look at his brown hair and tan skin. He is really handsome. I wish I looked like him. I do look okay. I've heard people say they want to look like me, but I don't see it. I have hair that has blonde highlights and dark brown highlights. It looks really weird to me. My skin is extremely pale. My green eyes change colors. Blue, grey, green, hazel, dark green, dark blue, and sometimes gold. I don't know why they change color.
Issac's eyelashes are thick and black. He looks so peaceful when he's sleeping. His perfectly pink lips look amazing. My lips also change color. From dark red, to light pink, to an orangey color. His perfect white teeth. Mine are crooked, but only on the bottom row. It's not that bad. It just kind of makes me look like a monster when I smile. Only two teeth stick out. They aren't really crooked, just raised a little. It kind of makes me look like a wolf.
Issac's perfect tall body. He is like 6,3 or 4. He has a slim-ish figure. He has a curvy body, like, a skinny curvy. I know, it sounds weird but it's actually really cute.
My body is just small. I'm skinny, really skinny. I have no muscle. I am really short. I haven't grown in a while. I hope I grow at least a couple more inches. I am 5,1 and weigh about 110 lbs. Issac is like perfect. I don't know how he doesn't have a girlfriend. I just look like a gay faggot. Issac, looks like a super cute, smart, and a nice guy. I like his glasses which he only wears when in his phone, reading, or playing video games. He never really watches movies or shows. I don't either. He watches YouTube, and so do I. I have glasses that kind of look like his, but I have to wear them all the time. I don't like to wear them though. So I rarely do that.
"What are you doing? I know I'm fucking sexy but don't stair at me in my sleep." Says Issac. I realize I have been starring at him. "Oops. S-sorry I didn't mean to, I-I ju-st got lost in my thoughts..." I say embarrassed. "It's okay, it's more embarrassing that my arm was around you all night." He says laughing. He smiles at me. He has a sparkle in his eyes. I like it. They look like they are filled with joy.
He doesn't take his arm off of me. He just stairs into my eyes. "Gay." I say laughing. "Shut the fuck up, I just love your eyes they are so pretty." He says. "Even more gay. My eyes look like shit." I say. "Dude mine look like literal shit. Your eyes look like the sky and nature. They even turn gold." He says. I smile. "Yours look really nice, I like the way they sparkle. Mine are just dead." I say. "Now you're being gay." He says. I just turn over and laugh.
I sit up after a few seconds. I wanted to compliment him on his hair, but that's too much. It's like a cute kind of messy. Mine just is sticking up. I run my fingers through my hair. He starts laughing. "What?" I ask as my voice cracks. "Your hair." He says giggling. "Shut up." I say.
I get out of bed and look out the window looking down onto the damp driveway. I don't see my moms car still. She hasn't been talking to me very much. I get it. She says I remind her of dad. She's been acting differently. Not super caring like she used to be.
Issac's past still makes me sad. I think about how he said that his aunt died when she got cancer. She was the only one that would ever be nice to him. He said that she was beautiful. After he found out that she died. He ran to her house into her room and cried on her bed for two days straight. He said that his uncle would beat her. Now he is in jail and will be getting out soon. He has scars on his thighs because he self harmed when he was 12-13. He realized that it was not a good idea. His dad is never home, and his mom always says that he's a little bitch and hits him. He still loves her though. He said that when he was six she used to be nice, until she married his dad. They would always be smoking weed around him. Getting drunk, ignoring him, making him starve. I feel so bad.
He gets up and I hug him. "What are you doing?" He asks. I felt bad for him. I wanted him to feel loved. He hasn't felt loved in 9 years. I take him onto the bed. "GAY!" He says. "Shut up." I say laughing. He takes my hand and shows me my painted nails. "I hate you so much." I say. "Are you actually gay?" He asks. "I don't actually know." I say. "What about you?" "I will not answer that." He says. I give him a seductive look. He just rolls his eyes.
"Welp, what do you want to eat?" I ask. "I want donuts." He says. "Okay." I sigh out. God fuck. I can't eat donuts. I'll just get coffee. "Hey, will you please eat? You are dangerously skinny." He says. I close my eyes. I feel his arms wrap around me. "Do you have an eating disorder?" He asks. "I don't know.." I say. I rest my head on his chest. He bends over and grabs my shoulders. "I know that it's hard, I know it is, but please for me, will you eat?" He asks looking me in the eyes with sympathy. "Okay." I whisper.
After I get ready Issac stops by his house to get clothes. When he comes out he looks hot. His hair is like perfectly styled without any product. He is wearing black sweats and a white long sleeved shirt. He looks perfect without him even trying. "You need to stop." He says. "What?" I ask. "You keep staining at me." He says smiling. I just shake my head and sigh doing an eye roll.
We arrive at the donut place and I realize I forgot my wallet. I pat my back and front pockets taking out my phone and checking again. "Shit." I say. "I'll play." Says Issac. "No I'll feel bad." I say. "I don't care." He says. "What do you want?" "I'm not going to say." I say. "I'll just order for you and you have to eat it." He says. "Fine fine fine. A flat white and a SMALL chocolate donut." I say. "I'm getting you a large." He says. "I hate you so much." The cashier chuckles a bit and smiles. Issac orders and we sit down waiting for our food. "Thank you." He says paying and taking the food.
He hands me the donut and it is absolutely huge. I shake my head and smirk a little bit. I tighten my lips and look at him. "Eat." He demands. I drink my coffee and take a few bites. "Good." He says. "I'm full." I say. I'm not even lying, I'm just really full right now. "You need to stretch your stomach out. Eat more." He says. "No." I say. "Okay fine." He says.
We get done and start walking to my house. He takes my hand and pulls me forcing my chest to touch his. "Be careful, you almost tripped over that root." He says. "You could have just told me to look out." I say. "That wouldn't be as fun." He says.
We arrive to my house and we hang out for the rest of the day. Talking, playing video games, and watching YouTube.
He then gets a call from his mom. I could hear her through the phone because she was screaming so loud. "When you get home, I'm beating your ass!" She yells. "What did I do?" Asks Issac. "Your grounded and no coming out of your room for two weeks!" She yells again. "Mom, what did I do?" He asks about to cry. "You killed your father! He committed suicide because of you!" She yells. Issac starts crying. "What did I do to make him do this?" He asks through tears. "You are a bad son!" She yells. He hangs up the phone. He hugs me and cries into my shoulder. "Hey, it's not your fault." I say. "Yes it is. I always run away. I never do what he said to do, because I hated him. He changed my mom." He says. "This is not your fault. Don't say that. She is just mad because she doesn't know who to blame it on. You did what any other kid would do. It's not your fault, it's his." I say rubbing his back. "Okay, I guess your right." He says sniffling.
Issac got hit that night. Right in the face. The neighbors saw this because they were outside their door so they called 911. I don't know where Issac is.
*END OF CHAPTER*
I'm very sorry for that cliff hanger lmao. New chapter very soon. The next chapter will be a little farther in the future. Have a nice day! Goobye
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Teen FictionThis story is about two guys that met when they were little and haven't stopped being best friends. Jay was 13 when he met Issac. Issac was 15 almost 16. Jay finds fame on YouTube from making random videos. Issac usually appears in those videos. The...