Pink Skies

PART 13

 PART 13        

            The snow is nearly gone now and it has left nothing but the kind of chill that nips at your nose and ears and makes you sneeze. I know that school will open again tomorrow, there is almost no chance that it will snow again. But while I know exactly what is going to happen with the snow—or lack thereof—and with school, I have no idea what’s going to happen with Isaac. I finished his picture after thirty plus attempts, and I am tempted to erase a few lines here and there to have an excuse to see him again. Thing is, I draw in pen.

            Wrapping the scarf tighter around my neck, I slip into my boots and step out into the cold day. The sun is bright in a dull way, clouds still around it. Without any snow for colors to reflect off of, the sky is back to the Oregon gray from the pink that had been the prettiest thing I had ever seen until I saw Isaac. Slipping my hands into my pockets I walk to the forest and when I get there Isaac is treading back and forth, from the cherry tree to the still-frozen creek, thinning the ground under his booted feet. He sifts through something in his hands, head ducking down to peer at them closely, the same way I had found him looking at his camera the first day. When he hears me step on a branch he whips around, eyes almost as wild as his hair and grin combined.

            “I’ve finished,” he announces. I tilt my head slightly to the side and walk closer, and he lifts the things in his hand higher into the air. Now I can see that they are photographs, a stack of them, printed on that fancy, expensive stock paper.

            “Can I see them?” I ask, a little bit afraid.

            “No, I brought them here so you couldn’t see.”

            “Oh.” I make my eyes wide and his eyes crinkle.

Laughing, Isaac shakes his head, gesturing for me to come closer. Stepping next to him, I force myself to steady my eyes on the picture instead of him. But it’s so difficult because his hair is everywhere and my hands form fists so tightly that my knuckles turn white, so they don’t reach up and fix his hair. And dear God, he smells of aftershave and forest and boy and ink, and I have a sudden urge to bury my nose in his neck. And even though I’m forcing myself to look away, I realize I’m not when he turns the slightest bit to look back at me.

            “The pictures are in my hands,” he says but his voice is softer, faltering, and when he smirks, it’s unsure. His eyes flit down to my lips and my eyes widen, hands running down my jeans to rid of the sweat that had clammed up my palms despite the cold. “Why aren’t you looking at the pictures?” He asks in the same raspy voice and I die just a little bit. Jesus Christ, this boy.

            Because I’d rather look at you.

            “Why aren’t you looking at the pictures?” I ask back, but unlike Isaac’s sexy rasp, it comes out breathy and barely audible. His lips tilt up just a little, and just like that he’s back to his sure self.

            “Because,” he clears his throat, “I’d rather look at you in real life.”

It’s not that I’ve forgotten to breathe, it’s that I just can’t. Not with him looking like that and looking at me like that and saying those words. Isaac’s tongue flicks out and runs over his bottom lip before looking down at the photographs in his hand. When Isaac looks back down at me, I lean up and I can feel his sweet breath on my lips and then he is turning his head away and my lips graze his jaw and I have never been so confused or flushed in my entire life.

            “I have a girlfriend,” says Isaac and probably something else, but I can’t know for sure, because now all I can hear is a ringing in my ears.

// what the FUCK DID I JUST WRITE OHMYGOD YOU GUYS I DON’T KNOW WHY HE DID THAT I DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS GOING TO DO THAT I’M SO ANGRY WITH MYSELF AND ISAAC AND OHMYGODOODODOOODJGODJODGODGDG WHAT THE FUCK NOVA.

ISAAC WHAT THE HELL THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CUTE STORY UGHHGA.

anyway. yesterday i asked if you guys wanted a cast and almost all of you said yes, so there’s the cast to the side. amandla stenberg is vinnie and maciej grubich is isaac and jfc you guys he's so fucking pretty D':. and yes, amandla stenberg as in rue from the hunger games it is so freaking weird that she's 16 now?? i was actually thinking of casting zoe kravitz (christina from divergent) but she's 26 and macliej is 19 and that's a bit weird tbh and idk it kinda bugs me when the actors are like 2093457 years older than their characters and something tells me that you guys don't care for this explanation but who cares bc here you go. 

my chest is literally heaving right now, i’m so mad with my words.

thanks for reading tho pls don’t kill me ily

- nova. //