Pink Skies

PART 09

PART 09

            Isaac is so perfect that I can’t draw him. Hard as I try, I just can’t. Either the shape of his eyes aren’t similar in the least, or his nose ruins the whole thing, or his hair doesn’t fall into his eyes the right way.

            I am sat at the base of the trunk, and Isaac had spotted something a while back and gone wherever the hell he thought it disappeared to, with his camera. I had barely payed any attention to him because I was so concentrated on the paper in front of me, but it was getting so frustrating. Groaning in exasperation, I run a hand through my hair, forgetting about the hat on it, causing it to fall to the snow-ridden ground.

            Click.

            “You okay?” his voice asks then, edged with laughter. He walks across the frozen creek, camera held in an elevated, oustretched hand, so that if he were to fall, the camera wouldn’t hit anything. That freaking camera. He’s always holding it, always protecting it, always putting it first. I want to be that fucking camera.

            “Fine,” I mumble, crouching over to pick the hat up and position it on my head again. When Isaac leans over to glance at my book I snap it shut and move it out of his line of vision. Smiling, he raises his brows. “Show me yours, and I’ll show you mine,” I say and he laughs.

            “Not yet.”

            I stare at him, watching his face, how it changes, how he has so many smiles and how he switches between them so smoothly, as if he’s had years of practice. He doesn’t break eye contact with me and I feel myself flushing. Tucking stray black hairs behind my ear, I frown. “I just can’t get your face right,” I say and he smirks.

            “Don’t see how, you spend so much time looking at it.”

            “When did you get so cocky?” I peer at him, trying my best not to laugh, and he shrugs.

            “I didn’t. I was just trying it out. Turns out, it’s not my forte.” Isaac then lays down on the ground, in the sky’s shavings, and proceeds to make a snow angel. I draw him in my head, where I can seem to get him right every time, and he is all sharp edges but soft at the same time, as if I drew him with short, staccato lines first, and then blended them all together with my thumb.

            God, you’re cute.

             Carefully, he gets up so as not to disturb the angel. Nose pink, he smiles at me, a huge smile with all his teeth and all the light in the world. Seth always asks me that if I were to die in the next instant, what would be the last thing I say, and to whom. I never had an answer until now. Because as I look at him now, smiling that perfect smile and holding that camera to his chest and blinking away snowflakes that are sticking to him nonetheless because everything wants to be close to him, I find that if I were to die in the next instant, I wouldn’t say anything; I would just kiss Isaac. 

// same vinnie. same.

thanks for reading i love you so much it hurts and u have a super cute butt have a good day/night/evening jfc i am nOT READY FOR FINALS

- nova. //