Pink Skies

PART 10

PART 10

            Dad is home and Mom is happy. He had been in New York for the past month visiting his sister and now we sit at the kitchen table the morning after he had arrived. I sip on the chocolate Mom enjoys making so much for us as he talks about the trip. And then Seth speaks up and I nearly punch him out of his chair. Or so I like to think.

            “Hey, Vinnie, aren’t you supposed to go meet Isaac now, or something?”

            I glare at him as Dad raises his eyebrows. “Who’s Isaac?”

            “Her boooyfriend.”

Dad’s eyebrows can apparently rise even higher, and they do.

            “Literally, how old are you?” I narrow my eyes at Seth, who smirks.

            “I’m literally sixteen.”

Standing up, I put my my mug in the sink with a clatter and pull my coat and hat on before walking out of the kitchen. “You are not clever,” I shoot over my shoulder and Seth very subtly flips me off behind his back.

             “Don’t have too much fun, honey,” says Mom. “I’m too young to be a grandmo—”

I shut the door.

°°°

            “You know,” says Isaac, “I think I’m gonna make you my permanent subject.” When I look up, the shutter goes off.

            “Really.”

            “Really.”

His eyes are extra gray today, somehow, like the sky, and I don’t, I can’t look away, and nor does he. Finally forcing myself to look down, I find that I had accidentally scribbled all over Isaac’s face.

            “I hate you,” I say, not meaning any of the three words, and his grin widens.

            “Really.”

            “Really.”

            “Why?”

            Because you’re so perfect, I say in my mind, but apparently I had spoken aloud as well, something that seemed to happen only to the female protagonists I read about until now, because Isaac’s face’s brightness level is suddenly at 100%.

             “So much for opposites attract, yeah?” he says and I want to bury my face in the snow to cool it down. I swear to God, he knows what he’s doing to me. 

// everybody's like "writing helps me forget" and i'm like yo i've been writing and i am still very fucking aware that i have an exam in eVERY FUCKING CLASS THIS WEEK AND IT'S NOT EVEN FINALS WEEK YET. 

for all those that have it this week, i'm praying for you. 

and for those who have already had their finals, u kno wut. 

anyway ily thanks for reading xoxoxooxoxoxooxoxoxoxoxoxo

- nova. //