SOTC: ghost of you - 5 seconds of summer
// dear diary and naked bodies \\
Tori let out an aggravated sigh as she looked over the cuts on her cheek from the previous actions that Isaac had inflected on her throughout the day. The two had pretty much healed, but the deep scratch that sat once between the two now healed ones, stayed open, much to her dismay. Tori groaned, taking a damp wash cloth and pressing it to the slowly healing wound. She pondered if she should apply Polysporn........I mean, do vampires even have to do that? She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts, tossing the cloth in the hamper by the door. Tori shut the lights off in the bathroom, entering her dimly lit bedroom. Much to her surprise, she found a curly haired teenage boy sitting anxiously on the end of her bed.
"Isaac?" She questioned, "What are you doing here?"
Isaac jumped up quickly, one hand tugging down the front of his gray long sleeve, which didn't need to be adjusted, so Tori assumed it was a nervous habit. "I felt, you know, terrible. About your face, I lost control earlier today and I'm so sorry."
Tori waved him off. "It'll heal." She took Isaac's previous spot on her bed, crossing her legs to appear almost child like. Tori's hand patted the spot on the purple quilt beside her, inviting Isaac who stood above her to take a seat.
"It's still not healing? I guess it cut deep...." Isaac trailed off, his eyes wondering around the bedroom. Tori followed his blue eyes as he took in everything around him, his mouth hung open slightly. His tounge darted out to lightly wet his bottom lip, which was just......rude. Her eyes watched his next actions closely, the brows irises following him as he sat softly bedside her. "I'm sorry." He muttered.....again. "With all this shit going on with virgins and crap like that, you don't need more stuff on your plate."
"Are you scared?"
His eyes wandered over her face. "No." Isaac slowly reached up and out towards Tori's face; specifically her scratched cheek. His fingers softly grazed over the wound, and he tried to concentrate. Tried to take away her pain. A very minimal amount of pain was transferred, making Isaac's veins appear that cold black for a split second before they returned to their natural shades. His eyes slowly crept back up towards her own, and he kept his hand softly on her face, curling all his fingers so he was cupping her cheek. "Are you?"
Tori scoffed, turning her head in disgust, "of course, Isaac! I'm terrified, I'm a virgin and if you haven't noticed there's a serial killer running sound beacon hills sacrificing them for whatever reason, and who knows how strong they are, or if they know who I am, and of they know how to kill me." Her arms dropped to her sides in defeat, falling backward onto her bed. Isaac followed suit, a small smirk on his face... Giggle even falling past his lips. This made Tori furrow her eyebrows, rolling her head towards the curly headed boy beside her, "what now." He tried to suppress his grin, running a hand over his face, "sorry, noes not the time but, you're telling me... you and Stiles never got down and dirty." Tori rolled her eyes, "I thought he was your epic love." Tori chuckled half heartedly, "yeah, well, guess I wasn't his," Tori muttered, fiddling with her long fingers, "and besides Stiles and I did other...stuff, but never, well, that." Isaac smiled, "just because he was your epic love, doesn't mean you won't have another epic love, Tori." They locked eyes and she took a deep breath in. His eyes looked so beautiful under the warm lights of her bedroom, a nice deep shade blue of blue, very different from Stiles. She cursed herself for even thinking of him with Isaac in her bed. Isaac gritted his teeth together, sighing before he spoke, "I want to kiss you." He said it with guilt, a frown taking over his face. Tori's face fell and she huffed, moving her face closer to his, "I know," but, "but not right now."
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The air was steady at the local park down from the Whittemore residence. A rather windy day, but the rays of sunshine beating down on the town of Beacon Hills made it all the merrier. The soft brush of leaves blowing across the bumpy street and Tori's converse scrapping the sidewalk were the only sounds to be heard, along with the occasional car driving past. Her shoes sunk into the rocks as she made her way over to the swings, watching carefully as a small boy and his mother finish packing up there small picnic and assumed to be heading home. Tori finally had a quiet place to pull open her journal and let her emotions be poured onto the blank lines. With a content sigh, she touched the pen to the paper.
Diary,
I couldn't sleep last night. No matter how hard I tried, my eyes wouldn't shut so I could fall into a peaceful rest. And for once, It wasn't fear that was keeping me up. Well, I guess that will always be apart of It. Fear. After everything, that fear can't go away. Not even when I'm 30, possibly married and maybe a kid or two, the sick feeling in my stomach will continue to attack me for the inside out when I hear a noise in the dark. But, Fear is not what is bothering me. It's the simple four letter word that keeps every girl up at night waiting for a call or text. Boys.
My mum says I'm too young to worry about love and relationships, but every time I see his face while he walks down the hall or when a talks, I can't help the overwhelming feeling that Stiles brings me. But then there's him. The other boy. And when I see him, I get scared. I get scared that I'm falling for him, when I know I shouldn't, even go as far to say that I can't. Isaac Lahey brings me the type of love where I want to pull him out of class and make out with him in the janitors closet, with the excitement on getting caught at any moments. And Stiles, he's the boy you wanna marry. The funny, cute and caring boy who will always put you first.
And I know that I can't love them both and I know that it's wrong but I....when I chose one, I loose the other. And I know it's dumb, and there is so many other horrible things I should be focusing on, but, how can I when they are the only ones around me.
