Therapy

-Chapter Twenty Six-

Hey! I am so so sorry I haven't updated in ages, I've been crazily busy. I'll try to update as much as I can<3
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My eyes flutter open and I look around the room. Isaacs guest room. I hear a murmur from behind my and glance over my shoulder, a stupid grin spreading across my face when I see Isaac.
"Isaac." I whisper. A grunt comes in response. I wriggle out of his arms, careful not to wake him. I prop myself up above him and peck his lips. Another grunt as he moves a little. I smile and kiss him again, leaving my lips in his for longer. His hands reach up to my face, cupping my cheeks as he kisses back. I smile against his lips.
"Hey sleepy head."
"Morning, princess." He mumbles. I pull away from him, earning a grumble of disagreement. I roll my eyes and climb over him out of the bed.
"Where ya going?" He says sleepily, running his eyes.
"Well, we have school today." I reply. He groans.
"Let's skip." I gasp.
"Issac Finley! Skipping class? Who are you and what have you done with Isaac?!" He sits up and sends me a cheeky grin.
"Come on. Please. No one will know." He climbs out after me, and I take a step back cheekily.
"No one will know? How about the teachers and students, huh?" Isaac scoffs, placing his hands on my hips.
"Screw them, baby girl." He says, before placing his lips on mine again.
The name 'baby girl' is literally my weakness. He must know that, he just wants me to skip with him.
I shake my head, trying to pull away, but I can't. His lips are my new addiction.
"Cmon. You know you want to." He intertwines our fingers before kissing me again. I sigh.
"Fine" I mumble. "But only today." He smiles and pulls away.
"Thanks baby girl." He winks before messing up his hair and walking out of the room. I gape at the door.
What is his game and why am I so content to play?

I get back into yesterday's clothes and pull my hair up into a messy bun.
I wonder why Isaac wanted to skip so bad. I walk into the hall and see Isaac leaning against the wall, in a grey shirt and bright blue board shorts.
"Took your time." He smiles.
"Well, Sorry for waisting your precious time." He rolls his eyes.
"Any time spent with you is never a waste." He pecks my cheek before taking my hand and pulling me downstairs. He literally makes me melt in his hands, but so confused. I don't know what he's trying to do, or why I feel this way.

We walk into the lounge to see Sandy putting something onto a shelf. Isaac walks over to her.
"Hey mu- oh my god. You did not. Oh. My. God." He stares at the thing she's putting up and rubs his forehead, squeezing his eyes. Sandy laughs.
"Oh, don't be like that. It's adorable. It's staying up forever." She props up a frame and I giggle as I see what's in it.
In the frame, there's a picture from last night, Isaacs arms around my waist and his head buried in the crook of my neck, both of us asleep. Isaac glares at me.
"It's not funny! What the hell, Mum! Why'd you go into the room! That's just wrong."
"Well I went to check on you like I always do, but you weren't in your bed, so I decided to check Aspens, and you were there. And, oh! You just looked so precious! I couldn't help myself!" She exclaims, eyes sparkling. I laugh.
"It's ok. It is a pretty cute photo." I smile and nudge Isaac in the side. He looks down at me, a smile spreading across his face.
"Yeah, I suppose it is... well, only coz you're in it." He grins. I roll my eyes and place my hands on his chest, pushing him playfully. He puts on a fake frown. "What was that for?"
"For being so idiotically cheesy and fuckboyish. Don't do it, boo." I raise my eyebrows at him. He chuckles. Sandy squeals.
"Oh. You're too cute." She grins before rushing away.

Isaac winks at me and my stomach soars. What is going on? I've never felt this before..
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Sorry for not updating in forever, please don't hurt me lol.

Random pic I drew of Brendon Urie