Isaac Lahey | Summer Memories
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a/n: it’s horrible I know but I don’t have that many ideas lately
The familiar burning sensation running down my throat welcoming me to the endless night that was ahead of me. A glass of my Gordon’s space on my hand and my newest friends around me were the only company I would have for the rest of the night.
“Baby, this is what you came for. Lightning , strikes everytime she moves….” Rihanna sang and so did we. The songs endless. The bodies of careless teenagers slapping against each other. Some making out, some dancing, some other even just sitting and talking while taking in the burning taste of their drinks. Hands running up and and down each other, exploring the unfamiliar bodies of the person in front of them. The perfect careless night for some careless actions.
But let’s not rush things, friends. My name is Y/N Y/L/N. I am just a/an (age) girl from Beacon Hills. For once after a long time I desided to let a little bit loose, visiting Sinema with my friends every night for the rest of the summer.
The music was loud, songs such as “This is what you came for” were blasting through the speakers of the club. Me and my friends were singing out loud, trying to sound louder than the music but we couldn’t -Yeap, I would really won’t be able to talk for a couple days. Each and every one of us grinding on each other never caring what people think. We had fun and we would show that off.
As the time was passing I started feeling a pair of eyes piercing my back so I turned around to see a boy around my age checking me out. I smiled a bit and then turned back to my friends continiue dancing and sipping at the burning liquir on my hand.
That was basically the beginning of my summer. You know, the first Saturday of my vacation. The first day of that little challenge I put my self into. To create memories. And I am gonna do just that. I’m gonna have a great time after a full 2 years of my depression leading me to hell. Guess Clowley won’t have my company yet. Sorry , King.
For the past couple of months my life has been turned apside down, all after the death of my best friend and the exposure of my mundane self to the supernatural world. Ever since Scott turned into a werewolf, he and Stiles tried to hide it from me. But a couple months back, after Stiles started acting weird, I was told that he was possesed from an ancient kitsune spirit. All the information about what was hidding in the darkness of our little town (and not only) got me very alerted, tiring me out.
So, here I found myself with a glass of whiskey on my hand and my friends around me. It was the first day of summer and we finally decided to celebrate it. The music of the night club brusting through the huge speakers, careless teenagers grinding against each other. That’s when I saw someone I never thought I’d see again. It was Isaac, the boy I loved since I was a little kid. He used to be one of my best friends but suddenly after he was turned he distanced from me.
The boy’s stare never left my body, his beautiful eyes piercing through my soul as I tried to ignore it. But I couldn’t. I noticed how with every sip of my drink he was just a tiny bit closer to me, all until he was right in front of me. His body was hovering over mine as his big hands found their way to my waist. “I miss you” his words cut through my skin, making shivers run down my spine. I melted in every little touch of his delicate arms, in every little ring of his voice. “I need you” he said, his lips right next to my ear. “I love you” before he moved back and carefully placed his lips over mine. “Let’s make some summer memories,” he said before my eyes flutter open, nodding vigorously, as the smile in his face grew bigger. “I love you.”