Pink Skies

PART 05

PART 05

            “You know,” says Mom, “I’d really like to meet this boy that you willingly freeze for every morning. Also, your constant sniffling is driving everyone in the house crazy.”

            “What?” I look up, mildly panicked.

            “Invite him over. You can work in here, I swear I won’t bother you. I just don’t want my only daughter dying of pneumonia.”

            “Mom,” I roll my eyes and she frowns.

            “What?”

            “No.”

            “What-ever.”

Mom walks out of the kitchen and soon after, I walk out of the house.

                                                                  °°°

            I find Isaac dislocated from his usual seat on the trunk. He is splayed out on his back in the middle of the circle, next to the cherry tree, camera to his eye, tilted up to the flaking sky. His hair is startlingly black against the snow, like ink on paper. I watch him from across the creek for a few seconds, watch as every so often he removes the camera away from his eye and curses, wiping the lens with the bottom of his shirt from under his coat.

            He notices me a few seconds later, grin appearing instantaneously, like a camera flash. “Vincent,” he says in a form of greeting.

            “Hey.” I cross the trunk cautiously and walk towards him to stand next to his head, looking down at him. Isaac doesn’t move, and nor does his grin. “What the hell are you doing?”

            “I’m trying to get a shot of the snow, but every time I focus on a flake it moves away and goddammit it’s snowing too fast.” Frowning slightly, but not really because Isaac can’t really frown, he sits up and runs a hand through his hair. It brushes his eyelashes and the back of his head is covered in the same bits of sky that had been on the ground. Without realizing what I’m doing, I reach forward and brush off the bits of snow, and his smile grows. I blush but don’t remove my hand until I’ve gotten rid of all the pieces and too late do I hear the click. He has the camera in his lap, pointed at me from under my chin, and he doesn’t even know what the shot looks like because he’s not looking through the viewfinder. Isaac brings the camera up to look at the picture and I sit back on my heals, squatting next to him. I rub my hands up and down my arms and he clicks a button, smile lighting up his face yet again. “I love auto focus,” he sighs almost, looking back at me. I lean forward to steal a glance but he moves the screen away from me too fast and I nearly fall into his lap. I scowl at him and he laughs, holding the camera to his chest, away from any prying eyes.

            “Why not,” I whine, “please?”

            “No. It’ll ruin it all.”

            “How?”

            “Because my bet is that when you see yourself you’ll yell at me to delete it. You have to see the entire thing as a collection, as a series. Then you get to see what you look like to me.” Isaac winks and I nearly pass out. 

// dedicated to kate bc her writing is so brilliant i want to cry. 

i don't know what i'm writing or where the hell i'm going with this story and i don't even know how it's going to end and i just really freaking hope i figure it out wish me luck. 

the song is a live performance of bright by echosmith bc this was the song i was listening to as i started writing this story and has been a song i listen to every time i sit down to write this story since it's just sO FUCKING HARD FOR ME TO KEEP ISAAC'S CHARACTER CONSTANT YOU HAVE NO IDEA YO. 

vote? comment?

peace out trout. 

- nova. //