❴ TEEN WOLF ━ ISAAC LAHEY. ❵
❛❛ i don't even want to begin
imagining a world without
you in it. you're the light of
my life, and without you?
i'm submerged in darkne...
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YOUNG ALINA enters the kitchen alongside Isaac to find a stretched rectangular wooden table, which looked quite new, and on top of it were three plates of potato smiley faces beside blobs of ketchup, and two cups of coffee.
Mr and Mrs Lahey sat on both short ends, so Isaac and Alina shared the long length opposite Camden.
Mr Lahey peers over his newpaper, his steely eyes looking over his glasses that sat dangerously on the end of his nose, "Well, hello. There's a girl amongst the mix."
"Mom's a girl," the oldest Lahey child pointed out.
"Your Mom's a lady, Camden," He grinned courteously, folding up his copy of today's paper and setting it to one side, headline face down.
"This is Alina. She's here to play." Mr Lahey's smile faded. He makes firm eye contact with his wife before taking a sip from his mug. Elizabeth fakes a smile at the children before addressing Aline, "Love, are you allergic to anything?"
"Nuts," she replies, scrunching up her face in disgust, "My cheeks puff up red like THIS!" she gestures, holding her palms out from her face. Mrs Lahey nods in amusement, and then urges the brunette to eat her food.
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OVER SUPPER, Elizabeth had suggested the children spend the rest of the evening playing with their neighbour, Jackson Whittemore. The four play beside the road, outside the opposite houses.
"Jackson!" Camden calls out as he holds his younger brother and Alina's hands whilst the three cross to the Whittemore estate. He catches the young boy roll his eyes.
"Oh. Hello," the spoiled brat greets his visitors, not taking his eyes away from the front yard sandpit.
Isaac stares at the sand with widened eyes, subconsciously attracting himself to it, "Can we join you?"
