Sweat and Tears

Meeting Newman

Isaac Newman was nothing like Grant Beck my long time no see 9th grade boyfriend. He was cocky and freesprited, not to mention a nerdy ladies man. While Grant would occasionally text me a 'hello, Isaac would always be there with me. Cheering me on through grueling swim meets, and the tough breakup with Grant. "I hate him so much!" I cried that stormy night,"shhh" Isaac murmured, " he's just some *******!" "Isaac!" I yelled shoving him aside,"no bad words!" He laughed and patted my head, " it'll be alright Cheynae nae.. He's probably in Europe by now testing out how to French kiss with some russian princes!" He chuckled at his own joke and jumped off my smushed leather couch. "Look" he said while putting on a bright red wig, "I'm Princess Yvotshiv of Russia and I'm teaching Grant how to French kiss!" He made huge kissing sounds and I laughed staring at the scene unfolding in front of me! Isaacs grin grew wider as he walked toward me and pecked me gently on the head. "Isaac!!" I yelled shoving him toward the door. " That's me!" He cried laughing, then his eyes softened, "Look Cheynae nae, if you ever feel lonely, I'll always be here for you.." "Thanks" I sniffled, laughing  "now leave and never come back!"
Isaac smiled and walked out the door taking the clown wig with him.
3 years later and I still don't understand why he took it literally.