TWELVE
i have one leg, not arthritis
Saturday, March 15th
Isaiah was bad at lying, so he managed to admit to himself that he didn't watch the movie, but watched August instead. And all August said at the end of it was: "See? Not that scary."
And all Isaiah could think was: I don't even know the name of the main character. But he forced a smile and said, "Not scary."
August grinned and stood up, Isaiah trailing behind him, mind reeling. I'm so fucked. He'd never had a crush before, so what the fuck was he supposed to do with this newfound knowledge? Knowledge he didn't want. Not one bit. He wished he'd had crushes on people before, because maybe it'd be easier than it was now.
Was this how Steve felt? Confused, flustered, and lost? Because that's how Isaiah felt. And the fact that he could smell August's cologne the whole time made it so much worse. He smelled good, too. It wasn't fair. Did he have a single unlikeable quality? Or was he just that perfect?
His mind drifted to when they first met. No, he thought in distaste. Not perfect. His attitude had been awful. He wondered what made it change toward him. The hopeful side of his mind hoped that maybe, he liked him too. And then the pessimistic side of him said, shut up. He's just being nice. He sees you as a friend.
He released a quiet, frustrated sigh. For a brief moment he wished he never met August. Until the blond turned around and shoved him in the arm, an eyebrow raised. "Liar. It was scary, huh? You look pale."
The only thing he could get out was, "I'm black." August snorted loudly, snickering to himself. Isaiah felt his cheeks warm up.
"You can still look a little pale," August teased, then reached out to pinch Isaiah's cheek. An action that caused his whole body to flame up, and he couldn't decide what he wanted to do more: hide or lean into his touch.
He didn't do either. Instead, he stood there like an idiot, with his lips parted and his eyes wide. "Right," he choked out. August gave him a concerned look.
"Dude, are you sick or something?" Isaiah didn't know being called dude could hurt that much. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He cleared his throat. "No." Then quickly backtracked. "Wait. Yes. A cold."
August's face was neutral. Isaiah couldn't tell if he believed him or not. He took it as a good sign when he said, "Why'd you come out then? If you feel bad."
Isaiah shrugged. "I wanted to hang out with you guys."
"Ashton said you used to never go out with them," August stated after a few moments of silence. "Why?"
"Uh, baseball. And just school in general," Isaiah admitted, shrugging again. He did that, it seemed, when he was nervous. "That stuff."
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Teenfikce[This story will become free on DECEMBER 13TH, 2024] Isaiah always had his focus set on school and baseball, but when he meets August, he suddenly begins questioning more than just his lack of a social life. ...
