Not Telling Anyone

Good Night

We got to Isaac's house to see the lights out and no cars in the garage. Isaac checked his phone to see that he had a text message, from eleven minutes ago. It was from his mom saying that his dad's car had broken down at The Shop and she had gone to pick him up. (The Shop is a car repair shop so lucky him!)
"I guess we're home alone for a little bit," Isaac said sliding out of the car while I grabbed his smelly bag from the back seat. He fished his keys out of the side pocket as we walked up the steps onto the porch. He unlocked the door and we entered his dwelling. "If you need to call your dad you can use my room."
"Thanks. I'll be back in a sec," I said, heading up to his room. I closed the door and sat on his bed. I tapped on my dad's contact. It's after ten o'clock he should be at home by now. It rang for a couple minutes before going to his voicemail. "Dammit," I cursed. At the tone I left a message telling him what happened tonight, and that I was at Isaac's house. After that I called Asher.
"Yellow," he said. "Heard you took Isaac to the hospital."
"How-?"
"Scott told me," he explained.
"Ah."
"So where are you now?"
"Isaac's."
"Are you looking for a ride because dad's still not home, so therefore no car," he replied.
"I figured that when he didn't pick up ya dingle berry. I was basically calling to say that I'm at Isaac's and if you want me home come get me when either of you can otherwise Isaac's mom says that I can sleep in the guest room. Okay?"
"Yeah okay. No funny business."
"You're nasty. Good bye."
"Byeee!"
I clicked off the conversation and headed back downstairs. Isaac sat on the couch channel surfing. He looked up when he noticed me coming down.
"What's the plan?" he asked, finally settling for Teennick, which was presently showing Avatar: The Last Airbender.
"Well my dad's still on his date, so there's no car for Ash to come get me in. Look's like I'm stuck here," I shrugged, sitting down next to him.
"Oh no, I'm stuck here, alone, with you! Gross!," he said sarcasm dripping from his voice. He moved to sling his good arm around me and I playfully scooted over so he missed.
"Nope, you called me gross," I smirked.
He pouted, "you know I didn't mean it!"
"I know, but you still said it," I tried containing my laughter.
He scooted closer, and I scooted further away. He followed again, and I scooted even further away. This kept going on until I hit the arm of the couch.
He smirked, a mischievous look appeared in his eyes. "Well, well you've run out of space to run." He was slowly creeping his way over, doing his best to crawl on a couch with one arm and two legs. I sunk down into the couch as he came closer and closer until he was hovering over me. "And now you can't escape, so you're going to accept my apology or else."
"Or else what?" I smirked back.
He didn't reply. He simply leaned his head down until we were a few centimetres apart. His hot breath fanned across my face. He stared deeply into my eyes. His caramel coloured eyes twinkled with mischief. He leaned in closely to my ear, whispering, "or else I'll have to... TICKLE YOU!"
He sat straight up and his left arm moved to my side as he brushed his fingers across my side, tickling me. I roared with laughter and pleaded for him to stop. I was laughing so hard a could barely breath, I tried pushing him back with my arms and he simply took them and placed each hand under his knees so I couldn't use them. He brushed against one spot that made my legs kick up to curl into a ball, but since Isaac was straddling my waist I simply knocked him forward.
He caught himself with an "oof!" a couple inches away from my face. We stared at each other. Both of us smiling and a little out of breath. We both sort of giggled before he closed the space between us. He pulled away ever so slightly and mumbled an "I love you." and leaned back in.
When we broke apart for air I managed to free my arms and cupped his face with them, whispering an "I love you too." while staring into his eyes. He lowered himself down again, this time making sure his injured arm was tangled in my hair. He deepened the kiss, both of us running our hands through the others' hair, faces moving so our noses would occasionally brush against each other.
I loved this boy so much. His patience, his gentleness, soft lips and hair, warm eyes, stubbornness, everything. He was perfect and the world, instead of being an ass like usual, gave him to me and boy was I thankful. He was everything I wanted and needed.
This moment was full a love and passion and even though it'd stay a basic make out, it was enough for us.
We pulled away, desperately needing real oxygen because sadly physically we can not live off the scent of each other even if mentally we could. We stared lovingly into each other's eyes, stupid grins on both of our faces. We leaned in again, when we heard a car door slam shut. We both sat straight up, and Isaac got off. After fixing our hair, we sat back on the couch and Isaac threw his arm around my shoulders and I snuggled into him, kicking feet up on the couch and he crossed his legs, placing them on the coffee table.
We watched the TV until the door opened and in came Isaac's parents. They took of their coats and shoes, and placed them in the front closet. They turned to us.
"Hello kids!" Isaac's dad said enthusiastically. His car just broke down and he's still smiling, this family is just one big bowl of positivity I tell you.
"Hey dad!" Isaac responded. 
"Hi Mr. Lance," I piped up.
"Oh Kat you're too formal! You've been here long enough! Call me Dave!" He insisted, laughing. I smiled and nodded my head.
"So Kat what's the verdict?" Sarah asked.
"Umm... my dad's still out and about with our only ca-"
"Oh good you're spending the night! I'll go prepare the guest room!" She said excitedly and disappeared up the stairs.
"And I'm going to change. I smell like oil!" Dave said and followed his wife.
"Your family amazes me," I said to Isaac.
He laughed a little, "what do you mean by that?"
"First your mom was so calm and collected throughout the whole night, even when I called her and told her the news. Second your dad's car broke down and he seems like the happiest man alive," I explained myself.
"Well mom is always the calm and collected one. Since she works at a hospital nothing as minor as a broken bone and low blood sugar fazes her and plus she stays relaxed because 'if you don't have at least one relaxed person with you someone will go crazy' as she puts it. Dad on the other hand is happy because that car has been giving him troubles for the past year and he's been wanting it to break down so that he can get the car he's been wanting for awhile now. Even though he could've just gotten rid of the old one and buy the new one, he's stubborn," he explained.
"Interesting. I like your family. You guys are so chill," I thought aloud.
"Yeah, I guess we are. Ya, know they had their rough patches, and since they landed on their feet and figured their shit out, they look at things calmly and try and live an easy peaceful life. I mean they're only in their early thirties and they figured life out, which is rare," Isaac explained.
Yes, you heard that right, Isaac's parents are in their thirties. They were 17 when Isaac was born, which was the summer before their senior year started. That makes them both 34 now. Their parents weren't happy about it, but they weren't thrown out on the street. They had to grow up really quick though, and figure things out on their own. They had to balance school, and a kid because the grandparents weren't taking care of him all day. They also had to figure out college, jobs, and their future. Never once did they think of putting Isaac up for adoption or giving up. They worked through it. Sarah went  through night school to become a CNA, and Dave worked for his dad at the family auto repair shop. Eventually having enough money they bought a house, and it was Sarah's turn to work and Dave went to school to become a computer engineer. After he graduated they both had jobs, and were steady. Sarah eventually went back to school and eventually became the head nurse of the ER where they were (and is now the head nurse at the hospital she's at now), and so they're well off financially.
"Oh yes it is," I replied nodding my head. My dad was 21, and my mother was 22 when Ash and I were born, so they were a little more well off, and they also had my mother's parents helping out with financial situations, and my dad's parents taking care of us when need be. My dad new from the start what life was supposed to be, so he married my mom since that's what he believed in, children's parents should be married if the circumstances allowed it.  Then my mother eventually turned crazy and ruined the path they were on, leaving my dad to still be picking up the  pieces, but we're getting there. I shook my head, if I think about this stuff any longer I'll upset my myself further.
"Isaac, why don't you and Kat go find some pjs for her," Sarah said, descending the staircase.
"I suppose," Isaac said standing up, and reaching his good arm out for me, which I grabbed and he pulled me up easily. He then proceed to run through the living room, and up the stairs with me in tow behind him. We entered his room, and he sat me down on his bed. "Okay so you like fuzzy stuff," he mumbled more so to himself, as he dug through his dresser. "Aha!" He exclaimed, pulling out a pair of fuzzy, plaid pajama bottoms. "These are a couple years old. They're a little snug on me, so they'll be baggy on you." He tossed them at me a proceeded with digging through his drawers.
I caught the pants with an amused smile. He's such a dork.
"Here you go. You can wear this too," he smirked, and threw my favourite shirt of his at me. It was a cartoon of little Deadpool gushing over chimichangas. Deadpool isn't my favourite super being, but I don't own anything Deadpool, and I still like him.
I gasped loudly. "Really?!"
He laughed at my reaction. "Really."
"Yay!" I exclaimed like a little kid. He kept laughing.
I stood up from the bed and hugged him tightly before rushing off the bathroom.   
After I finished changing, I walked back over to his room, to find him shirtless, and flexing in the mirror. My eyes widened, and I covered my mouth to keep from laughing out loud. I pulled my phone out, pulling up the camera, setting it to video, and pressing record. I leaned against the door frame recording his ridiculous movements, trying my hardest not to make a sound. About a minute or two later something creaked down the hall, that caught his attention, and he turned around. Upon seeing me his eyes widened, and his face started turning red. I dropped my hand and laughed out loud, dropping the phone a little, still recording.
"How long have you've been standing there?" he asked, after he got over the initial shock and embarrassment.    
"A minute or two," I shrugged, a smirk appearing on my face.
"Filming?"
"The whole time," I nodded my head. "Still am."
"You little shit," he gasped. "You're going to pay!"
    He started walking towards me. My eyes widened, and I made a mad dash for the stairs. I ran down them, doing my best not to fall, and ran through the living room diving behind the couch. I heard thundering footsteps coming down the stairs, and soften as they ran into the carpeted living room. I stayed as still and quiet as possible. His footsteps were slowly walking around. I backed up so that I was in the corner of the room, and wedged myself in between the couch and the wall. His footsteps stopped, and then I heard his feet pad into the tiled kitchen. I popped my head up to see if anyone was watching. When I knew the coast was clear I stood up and climb over the couch and quietly ran for the stairs. I silently rushed up the stairs and ran back to his room, and wedged myself into his closet. I sat down in the corner, moving the clothes on the hangers so I was covered up a bit more, and move various things on the floor in front of me.
I sat in silence for a few minutes. I decided to stop the video, didn't think I should kill my battery and waste all my storage.
I waited.
And waited.
Waited some more.
Twenty minutes later, I sat there playing a game on my phone when finally the closet door opened. He didn't see me right away, so I took the extra time to shove my phone in my pocket. He shoved some clothes to the side yelling, "I've found you!"
I jumped up, dodged his arm, and ran out of the closet toward the door. I almost made it when an arm wrapped my waist and threw me onto the bed. He sat on me, as I struggled to get away.
"I caught you, little ninja," he smirked. I kept trying to push him off.
"Isaac, you and... Why are you sitting on her like she's a chair?" Sarah came into the room, and was distracted from her previous statement at our predicament.
"Because just the bed wouldn't suffice?" he said, more like a question.
"Get off of her and tell me what really happened," she said.
"Alright, alright," he said standing up. "Well, um..." He started turning red.
I jumped in, after I sat up. "I had gone to the bathroom to change and when I returned he was flexing his one arm in the mirror and I recorded it."
"Yeah, and then she ran off and I couldn't find and when I did I threw her on here and sat on her so that she couldn't run away again," he butted in.
Sarah had an amused smile, "may I see the video?"
"No!"
"Yes!"
I stood up and unlocked my phone and went to photos, and approached her, and pressed play. She burst out laughing, as did I and Isaac turned beet red. After I took off in the video I stopped it, and we calmed down.
"Alright you two I suggest you sleep. It's been quite the day."
We said our goodnights to her, and she descended the stairs.
I looked at Isaac, and he wrapped his arm around me, and I leaned into his chest.
"I know. You don't sleep well in new places. I have an Idea come on," he let his hand run down my arm and to my hand. He took my hand and lead me across the hall into the guest room.
He sat on the bed and told me to lay down under the covers. I did as he said, and he placed my head on his leg. He softly rubbed my forehead and ran his fingers through my hair, like I did for him when he was sick. He grabbed my phone, immediately knowing the password, and went to my music.
"Which one's your sleeping playlist?" he asked, scrolling through my many playlists. One for every occasion, different ones different friends created from the music I have so they don't have to listen to stuff they don't know or like, upbeat, sad, musicals, and so many more.
"Mainly Triple Z, but shuffle 5 Seconds of Whatever," I replied.  
He scrolled up and pressed shuffle. You're Gonna Go Far Kid by The Offspring began playing.
"Relaxing," he said with a chuckle. I simply shrugged my shoulders with a smile.
We sat there quietly with the music softly playing on the bedside table. He continued rubbing my head, periodically looking down me to see if I was sleeping, and when he saw that I wasn't out yet he'd kiss my head softly. I just laid there eyes roaming around the room, making the occasional eye contact with him. It was peaceful, and as each song played my blinks became longer and longer until I couldn't keep them open anymore. It wasn't long until I was out.