Pink Skies

PART 06

PART 06

            It’s especially freezing today, the snow coming down as fast and as hard as rain I’m used to. I sit at the top of the trunk, curled over my journal that rests on my knees, my breath hitting the paper with my pen’s ink.

            Something suddenly smacks my back, hard, and startled, I nearly drop my book. Shoving it in my coat’s inside pocket, I turn around to see Isaac at the top of the same hill he had been too afraid to slide down just a few days ago. His lips are turned up in a crooked smile, eyes somehow lighter than usual, hat pulled down over his ears. His bare hands are packing snow together in a ball and yelping, I bounce down from the trunk and move the farthest I can from him while staying in the circle. The creek is right behind me and I watch as he gets down on his butt and slides down the hill, snow fanning out on either side of him. Getting up again he walks towards me slowly, an almost malicious grin twisting his lips now.

            “Oh, my god,” I say, eyes wide and Isaac laughs just a little bit. His nose is pink and crinkled. This boy will be the death of me.

            “Don’t you think that it’s kind of strange,” he says, eyes turning into two gray slits, mouth still a scarily wicked smile, “how we spend so much time in the snow, but haven’t had any snowball fights yet?”

            Literally the death of me.

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            “Well, that was a bad idea.”

Isaac looks down at his blue hands, eyebrows risen. I smirk. His back is completely white and his hat had been lost somewhere in the middle and now his hair sticks every which way. It really is quite sexy. Everything about him is sexy goddammit.

            Shaking my head, I smirk. “It was your idea.”

            “Really?” he asks, wide-eyed, tone dripping with sarcasm. I wave him off and he rubs his hands together rapidly, breathing into them. “Whatever, it was fun while it lasted. Do you feel like drawing? Because I honestly don’t feel like taking pictures right now. Even if I did, not like I’d be able to because I kinda need my hands to function my camera.” He stares at his hands again, expression mildly concerned.

            “You wanna come over?” I blurt out and slap myself in my mind. What the hell, Vinnie.

            His eyes widen just barely before returning back to their normal size. “Why?”

            Groaning internally, I shrug. “Just, y’know. Like hot chocolate and stuff. My mom shouldn’t be home, I think.”

            “I see.”

            “It’s not like that!” I yell and he laughs. His laugh is beautiful.

            “Sure.”

            “I mean it!”

            “Sure, as in sure, I’ll come over,” he smirks and I roll my eyes, turning away to cross the creek.

            “Whatever. Hurry up or I’m leaving you.”

            “Why in such a foul mood?” He asks innocently and I look over my shoulder to shoot him a look. Isaac chuckles and my heart threatens to beat out of my chest.

            My house is on an incredibly steep hill and my lungs hurt by the time we reach the top, due to the fact that not only is it less than freezing, but also that I am so incredibly out of shape. “Do you think that you’ll come here—or there—even when it’s not snowing?” Isaac asks me.

            “I do go there when it’s not freezing,” I raise my brows at him and he sticks his tongue out. “Why, how about you?”

            His eyes burn into mine and only when he looks away can I breathe. Shaking my head, I step forward and unlock my door, pushing it open. “Well, now I am. I need to see what season looks best on you.” He grins and I groan, finding that I’ve lost the ability to breathe yet again, in the span of just less than a minute.

            “Stop that!”

Isaac turns around, surprised. We stand in the entrance of my home. I pull my gloves off in jerky motions and I can tell that he’s trying hard not to laugh, even though he also looks a bit terrified at my mood swing.

            “Stop what?” he asks, eyes wide, voice filled with laughter threatening to fall out.

            “You know what you do,” I narrow my eyes at him and his smile appears again.

            “Not really, no.”

            “You do that thing with your eyes? And you make your nose all pink? Isaac, you are such a flirt!”

            His smile spreads slow and hooks up on the right into a smirk. “Am I?”

            Huffing, I walk into the kitchen, bringing down two mugs. “We have green tea, peppermint hot chocolate, and coffee. What do you want?”

            “You.”

             “You need to stop that,” I try to say, but instead it just comes out as a choke. 

// :{)

isaac is probably one of my favorite male protagonists that i have ever written about. 

dedicated to @xXMopelXx for all her writing and especially boundless ties and just !!!

thanks for reading ily.

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- nova. //