PART 07
Today is Friday, Isaac’s birthday. I doubt he even remembers telling me, therefore not expecting anything. But I want to get him one just in case he is, never mind the fact that I want to get him one because I want to. Problem is, I have no idea what to get him, and even if I do, I doubt I’ll be able to afford it. So I go with Plan B: something he’d need (other than anything related to cameras because that shit expensive). Problem number two is, I don’t know what he needs.
°°°
I end up walking to the forest with the stupidest present stuffed in a bag hanging from my hand. Isaac grins when he sees me, as per usual, and when his eyes land on the present, they light up even more, if possible.
“You remembered,” he says and I don’t say anything, just shrug.
“’Course,” I give him a half smile, holding the bag out towards him. Looking at it for a second, he accepts it and peers in.
“Gloves,” he states, laughing just a little bit before looking up at me. I frown.
“I was worried about your hands.”
“You were worried about me, you mean,” he smirks and I roll my eyes. “That’s cute.”
“No you won’t. Not on my birthday.”
Ignoring him, I step closer to take the gloves from his hands, pulling one on. “Look,” I say, flipping the mitten half over my fingers, obscuring them, then removing it again. “Two in one!”
“Wow…I haven’t seen these since the third grade,” he grins and I scowl.
Isaac’s grin grows. “Thanks, Vincent.” Then, he pulls one onto his hand, wiggling his fingers at me. “We match,” He grins the most gorgeous smile ever.
Can’t. Breathe.
// guys helP I CAN'T STOP LISTENING TO FOB'S (FAIRLY) NEW MUSIC OHMGYAGHLAHLDSGHOADHGOHA;WOHG; AHL;AHHGHRGHGSHGHSDHGHGLDDGHLSDGHLSDGHKLSDGHLSGHLSDGHKLSDGHLSDGHLSDGHKLDGKLSDGHKLSDGHLSDGHKLSDGHKLSDGHLSDGHKLHAKL;SHGK;HK;DGHKL;DGHKL;DHK;SSDHK;GHKL;GHKL;DGHKL;GHK;LGHKL;DHGKL;DHKL;DGGHKL;GHKL;D;AHKL3O0IYTODFKNG ;AERKJLGHA;EORIGH;AOIWEGH;AWEG
DON'T YOU KNOW THAT THE KID (ME) ISN'T ALRIGHT
DID YOU SEE WHAT I DID THERE
BC IF NOT GO LISTEN TO THE KIDS AREN'T ALRIGHT
AND IRRESISTIBLE
AND BASICALLY ALL OF FOB'S MUSIC
ALL THE ALBUMS
AND FUCKSHITDAMMIT I CAN'T BREATHE.
(see what i did there too lmao i'm such a riot)
thanks for reading babe.
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