Choices We Make

02.

"Are you going somewhere?" Harry asked pointed at the two suitcases near the front doors.

Tousled curls, a frown pressed harshly against the usual soft features and a hazed glint clouding the smoulder caramel coloured eyes. He scratched the growing beard, wondering eyes narrowed at Isabella who sat lazily sprawled on the couch.

"Not today," she said dismissively. "Now shush, I'm watching."

Harry answered with a grunt.

Isabella always made sure no one interrupted her binge-watching her guilty pleasure or whenever she's seeking comfort show — the L word. Who wouldn't watch tv-show filled with so many pretty ladies?

The young woman heard a rustling sound from the kitchen and soon fridge doors slamming shut. There wasn't much food left — Isabella made sure.

But to her surprise, Harry placed on the kitchen island what separates the kitchen from the living room a jar of peanut butter and loaf of bread.

"Aren't you tired of it? What... tenth, the twelfth time you're rewatching it?" Harry wondered quizzically.

A pinch of blush crossed itself through the pale skin of Isabella's make-up bare face. She muttered under the nose, pausing show. "Don't know, don't care. I love... plot."

That made Harry snort. "Right, plot. Olivia told me what the plot means. You're perverted teenage boy inside the grown-ass woman body. Be ashamed."

"Can say the same about your porn stash. I saw... yikes, my innocence is gone."

Harry's mouth parted, upper lip twitched into discomfort filled grimace. "Those are in my drawer! How... you know what? Don't answer. I don't wanna know."

"It's alright, I was looking for lube."

"You're nasty, you know that?" He jabbed, but it was all playful.

Harry and Isabella would've been roommates if they had a problem with each other activities. One of the best perks in living with Harry is to have complete, free judgment zone where she can be herself.

"Yup, nothing new. Can't blame a girl in need. I'll return, don't worry..." She trailed off.

Her feet were tossed from the dark brown coffee table as Harry placed a plate with a couple of peanut butter and jam sandwiches. He also didn't miss a chance to glare at frowning girl.

He never liked it when she puts feet on the desk.

"Hm," Harry sat down beside her. "But seriously, are you going somewhere?"

While playing with a tv remote, Isabella answered. "Home. Only for a weekend... my sister is getting married and my presence is needed there."

Harry knew the news as Isabella couldn't keep from spilling anything.

"Oh, good luck then. You'll need it... I mean, no offence, but your mom can be overwhelming."

Isabella laughed. "I know, I grew up with that woman."

Although she changed through the years. Ever since moving to Oregon and starting life as a free woman, she became less overbaring.

Silenced settled between the two of them. It was a few days since a call of Sabrina. Now it was Thursday and Isabella had packed her stuff for tomorrow's journey. A flight back to Oregon wasn't long gone, but with work, she cannot have a privilege postpone packing to the last minute.

They stayed silent, watching a first season of the show, Isabella's eyes not leaving large tv screen not even for a second. Even Harry seem to pick up interest as she abandoned the thick book and now stared at the image of Shane.