broken

perfection

“w-what?” I stuttered out. “y-you can’t c-come over”

my eyes were out of their sockets when he said the words. i stood there frozen in my place knowing what to do or what to say. i’m not even quite sure why i told him that he cannot come.  it may be because he is coming to my house, but i doubt that that is the reason i told him not to. it just came out.

“i can and i will.” i could hear car horns blaring through the phone speaker. he’s already on his way here.

i sighed realizing that there is no way back now.  i laid my back on the very comfortable mattress of my bed as i listened to the silence over the phone. but then a thought came to my mind. “how do you even know where I live?” I asked Isaac.

“the same way i got your phone number.”

“which is how?”

“the hospital’s data base”

right. i forgot that he is close to the founder of the hospital, which means he can do practically whatever he wants, which is also includes leaving earlier than usual.

neither of us talked for what seemed like a couple of minutes. i heard a car pulling up in our driveway and Isaac decided to talk. “okay, i’m coming up now,” i then heard the door of a car getting slammed from the phone and my window.

“the front door is open” i told him because i’m too lazy to go all the way and open the door for him.

“won’t need it.” I opened my mouth to ask him what he meant but he hung up. i sighed and let my phone fall on my belly and stared at the door waiting for the blue-eyed angel to step inside and smile showing his perfectly-lined, pearly teeth.

but that never happened. and instead, he entered through the window and rolled on the ground not-so-gracefully.

i looked down at him from on top of the bed after i was done laughing an tried my hardest not to smile. "are you okay down there?"

he rolled to his side and looked at me, resting his head on his hand. "yeah, it's quite fancy" he smiled that smile i've been wanting to see all day.

i smiled. "oh really?" i asked. "mind if i join you then?"

he patted the carpeted floor beside him, "not at all" and i did the most stupid thing i have ever done. i rolled on the bed, closed my eyes and let myself fall to the ground. but the contact wasn't as hard as i imagined, and for some reason Isaac humph'd. i opened one eye and peeked to see why the contact wasn't bad and why the hell did Isaac made the weird sound.

okay so, apparently, i fell on Isaac. and instead of apologizing or saying anything, i burst out laughing and rested my head on his shoulder doing so.

he was silent at fist but then his body shook with laughter. there was two teenagers on the floor, laughing their asses out for no apparent reason, anyone can mistake us as escapees from a mental institution.

Isaac managed to squeeze some words out between our laughter, and i managed to hear him over myself. i will manage to hear him over the sound of a house getting demolished.

"you're so fat," he wheezed out and continued laughing with heavy breathing. he was now laughing alone. i stood up and went back to sit on the bed, looking at my hands on my lap. 

he didn't need to say that, i already knew it. hearing the words from him hurt. it hurt more than knowing it myself, just because he's the one who's saying the words. it's stupid, really, that it mattered him saying the words than the whole world.

"i know," his laughter drained and my voice cracked. stupid vocal chords. "you really didn't have to rub it in my face." i blinked away my tears. what is bloody wrong with me?

Isaac sat straight and rubbed his face with his hand, mentally hitting the wall. he mumbled "Jesus, why so stupid?" he then stood up and started walking towards me. i was still not daring to look at him and instead focusing on my fingers and trying to blink away the tears and swallow the bill in my throat.

when he was right in front of me that i was seeing his shoes, he fell to his knees. i tried my hardest not to look at his face. "look at me," he plead. i ignored him and was determined to look anywhere else but my pans were ruined when he he lifted my chin up to look at him. it was times like this that i get lost in his blue eyes.

"listen to me," his voice was determind to deliver a message. "you. are. not. fat." he pushed at the word "not". "i was bloody joking. if you were fat, i would probably have a couple of broken ribs from you falling on me or something," he said. "but look at me? I'm not even hurting a bit. You're thin, really thin." oh fucking great, he thinks i'm really thin. always flawed, i am. my eyes started to water again and this time, i was sure i wouldn't be able to fight the tears.

"The good kind of thin. You're perfect, Abby. You are perfect." i snorted, but it sounded like a suffering pig from my tear stained voice. "i am not. nothing near it even." 

"how is perfect then?" Isaac asked. that was a stupid question, didn't expect it from a medical major.

"perfect is high cheek bones, curvy body, you know the rest" i told him. 

"no i don't" he replied. "i don't because that is not how i see perfection. i see it in one way, and one way only. in one particular person. and that person is sitting right in front of me right now, and i want her to know that she is the only thing that i cosider perfect in the whole entire world."

guys i think that when i re-write this it'll be in third person's pov what you say?

sorry for the sucky filler i said it was going to be important but then i thought two more chapters and i'll do it