I Want Him Back // Isaac Lahey
Warnings: angst, sadness, swearing, not edited
A/N: I hope you like this! Should I write more Isaac? I luv that smol bean
It was weird seeing Isaac so confident, all of sudden. Only a few weeks ago, he was the shy, anxious kid that sat with you at lunch and would always blush when you started talking to him.
But now he was walking around in a leather jacket, head held up high, all his bruises healed and smiling like he was the king of the world.
You really didn’t like this new Isaac. He didn’t sit with you today and when you wanted to greet him at his locker, he shoved you out of the way and talked with Erica and Boyd instead.
Even if it sounded selfish, you wanted your Isaac back. The one that wouldn’t tell you about his home life, because he was embarrassed, the one that loved when you played with his hair. The one you would meet in the middle of the night, after his farther was being an ass again.
You wanted the Isaac back you fell in love with.
You couldn’t sleep that night, so instead of tossing and turning until you fell asleep again, you put on a jacket and shoes and went into the preserve.
You knew exactly where you’re going. The one special place, that you could find in your sleep. So often you were sitting here with Isaac, just talking, watching the stars or comforting him.
It was a weird feeling sitting here without him. You missed the curly haired boy a lot. And, to be honest, you had no clue why, or how, he changed. For you, he was perfect.
The last time you sat here was a two weeks ago. It was one of Isaac’s bad nights and he needed your comfort right now.
You were laying back on the grass, one arm underneath your head, the other hand in Isaac’s hair, slowly letting your fingers glide through his curls.
None of you talked, just looking at the sky. The boys head was laying on your stomach, one hand on your leg, he squeezed your tight for comfort, to make sure you were really there.
You haven’t talked to him since you got here. After he sent you a text you just came without asking, cause that what friends do for each other.
Isaac was being weird, you two haven’t talked in days and normally you two were inseparable, besides the times his father forced him to work.
He was shutting himself off, not texting as much with you anymore, no talking in school nor hanging out together at the cemetery. But instead you saw him talking with Erica and later on with Boyd.
But you didn’t bring it up now. You just wanted to spent some quality time with your best friend.
Sighing you pushed Isaac’s head from your stomach onto your lap, so you could sit up. Slowly you were pulling your hands out of his hair, now just looking down at his relaxed face.
Letting your fingers glide over his cheek, you saw a smile spread on his lips. You really didn’t want to bring it up, but it was bothering you that he was cutting you off.
So you whispered into the night, not sure if he would hear you “Isaac?” But he heard and answered with a grunt. “Why are you shutting yourself off?”, you didn’t dare to speak louder than a whisper, already afraid of his answer.
Maybe it was something you did? Maybe you changed without noticing. Maybe it was too obvious that you fell for him and he was uncomfortable because he didn’t feel the same?
You were brought out of your thoughts, when the weight of Isaac’s head on you lap was suddenly gone. Looking up, you saw him sitting in front of you, eyes focused on the sky instead of you when he started talking.
“I didn’t want to shut myself off, you were my first ever friend”, he told you quietly. “But why did you?” He still didn’t look at you but instead just spoke up again. “I can’t tell you that Y/N” “But why? Isaac please tell me! If it’s something I did I am sorry, I c-” “Y/N, it’s not because of something you did. Please just accept my decision”, he interrupted you.
Slowly the curly haired boy stood up and walked away. Shocked you sprung up and grabbed his forearm. “Isaac! Please don’t do that”, you were pretty sure he could hear that you were about to cry. You could hear him mumble a soft sorry, before he tried to leave again.
Without a second thought you spun him around and pressed your lips to his in a chaste kiss. When you backed away, you saw his mortified expression. Slowly you let go of his arm and mumbled a last “Please” but the only thing you heard from Isaac were his fat receding steps.
The tears were slowly falling down your face, your ugly sobbing the only sound heard. You had your head on your knees, your arms slung around them. Why were you so stupid and kissed him? Maybe if you didn’t you would have had a chance to get him back.
But now you were nothing for him, you weren’t worth his time. How should you live on without your best friend?
But how should you know that he was standing near you, your sobs paining him more that his father ever could.