"we're having an intervention."
"i don't need an intervention, clary."
"atlas, yes. you do. your style is like my grandpas," isabeau scoffs until her eyes land on a pile of atlas's shoes by the cabin door. the small brunettes eyes light up as she runs to the worn out shoes. "oh my gods! my dad has those shoes!"
"mine too!" clary chimes in gasping. atlas scoffs and crosses his arms defensively looking at the girls marvel about the old pair of shoes. he looks to the side trying to hide the embarrassment starting to form. "i like my style, thank you very much." atlas claims, grabbing the shoes out of isabeau's hands.
"listen atlas, we're not saying your style is ugly," clary says carefully choosing her words. "but we're saying it's-"
"ugly," isabeau interjects, picking at her nail looking bored. atlas stares with his mouth hung open at the two, clearly offended. "it's not even that bad."
"remember the camp dance?" clary asks with a raised brow.
"yeah? what about it?"
"you wore a hoodie."
"oh my gods i remember that," isabeau says with a wrinkled expression. clary looks from isabeau to atlas crossing her arms. a smug expression of "I told you so" is evident in her face as atlas stares back awkwardly. atlas starts to internally cringe remembering how his twin brother had taken clary to the dance awhile back. before she knew he was gay, of course.
"I didn't even have a date," atlas shoots, shrugging. isabeau rolls her eyes at him, "then why did you even go?"
atlas narrows his eyes at her as he mocks her voice dramatically. in a matter of seconds the two were going back and forth until clary jumped in. "okay, okay, guys."
Isabeau crosses her arms still staring daggers at the boy, "I was only telling the truth." Clary sighs defeatedly, ignoring her comment. she touches atlas's arm pulling him to sit down to the bunk beside her. atlas reddens. "lets go shopping! c'mon it'll be fun! we can get you-"
as clary rambles about the idea of a shopping trip, isabeau has the biggest smirk on her face as she stares at atlas. he hears her voice in his head, "first time with clary on a bed, huh?"
atlas face begins to redden to a brighter shade as clary still continues about shopping in which atlas has zoned out on. his only focus is on isabeau as she mockingly makes kissing faces at him, mouthing, "I love you clary..." yet, clary is oblivious to her mockery and to atlas's clear embarrassment and frustration.
atlas glares at isabeau while clary looks at him with a smile on her face, "plus, you'd totally have girls flinging themselves at you left and right."
"yep, but not the one beside him," isabeau snickers in atlas's head. then it escalated.
with swift motion, atlas grabs the pillow behind him and throws it directly into isabeau's face. it was as though time had been slowed between the three of them and the exact moment of the pillow throwing. as the pillow slid off of isabeau's face her expression became dark mixed with shock. atlas had his mouth hung open in regret and his eyes widened in growing fear. clary on the other hand stared at the two with her eyes furrowed in confusion. "atlas, what was that for?"
then hell broke loose.
before atlas could respond to clary, a pillow was shoved into atlas's face as isabeau repeatedly hit him with a pillow. every time atlas opened his eyes a pillow was thrown into his face. over and over again. as atlas was being crushed in the face multiple times, clary was attempting to pull isabeau off of him. "Izzie! get off of him!" this wasn't the first time they had gotten into a fight like this.
after what seemed like decades of being hit, clary finally achieved pulling Isabeau off of him. atlas's hair was a mess, sticking up in different directions and his face expressing horror. isabeau was breathing heavily as clary secured her grip on her tiny wrist. there was a silence in the air.
clary grabbed the pillow from the girl's grasp, looking in-between the two like they were children. isabeau and atlas stared at clary awaiting a scolding from her, but there was not one. instead, atlas received a pillow to the face once again.
a chuckle escaped clary's mouth as she looked at him with a smirk. atlas shook his head with a grin forming around his features, "oh no you didn't."
before clary could banter back, atlas charged at her with a pillow, "PILLOW FIGHT!" isabeau grabbed one from the other bunks as she joined in. the three erupted into a pillow fight with laughter and screams swarming the air. this would go on for several minutes.
this moment would be one of atlas's favorite memories he'd think about when he was betraying his home.
