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Post by Isaac Ryder on May 28, 2012 19:36:19 GMT -5
Isaac had been searching for him ever since the Yule Ball with no success. Of course, he had heard plenty of rumors about little Stefan and how he and his boyfriend had just broken up. Of course Isaac was devastated to hear that, so he was now on the hunt to find his little lamb and offer comfort. Well, as much comfort as a wolf can give a lamb… He continued to search and search until he found him one night, huddled over a stack of books in the library. I should have thought to look here sooner… Isaac scolded himself; after all, the boy he had been looking for was a Ravenclaw. Isaac sidled up to his lamb with his best wolfy grin before remembering that Stefan seemed fairly frightened of him the last time they had met. So, he changed the grin to a small smile and sat across from him. “Hey there,” he spoke, careful to keep his voice soft so he didn’t scare the other man. “What are you studying so hard for, huh?” Oh yeah, he had him right in his clutches…
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Post by Stefan Capper on Jul 3, 2012 0:16:44 GMT -5
Stefan didn’t think anybody had ever warned him just how horrible life could get in the span of two months. He had quite literally gone from having everything, to having nothing in the blink of an eye, before he could fully process what was happening around him. First, it had been his parents—he had been in shock before, throughout the entirety of January, and most of February. He realized this now, when he wondered back to what the hell he had actually done with his life during that time and realized he couldn’t even remember, other than feeling like Lyle was being sucked away from him by some greater power he couldn’t name. But now that that shock was over, now that he had convinced himself that his parents were really gone—that he was living with Emmeline now, and they weren’t coming back, all of the shock had been drained out of him, to be replaced with unbearable, awful, stomach-churning and heart clenching pain. His parents were in his mind wherever he went—from the scarf that his mum got for him last Christmas, to that book his dad had always told him to read and he never had, to his mum’s favorite chocolate, and his dad’s favorite song; they seemed to be everywhere. A constant reminder of what he’d had, and hadn’t realized how much he had, until they were lost to him.
It couldn’t exactly be said that Stefan had never been much of a crier, but whatever he had cried before in his life was nothing compared to the tears he found himself shedding nowadays. Every day seemed like torture; waking up to bright sunlight and that moment of ‘where am I?’ before reality sunk back in and the pain consumed him again, and he didn’t much feel like getting up for breakfast anymore. Classes were excruciating, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d hung out with one of his friends and done something fun lately. He found himself sobbing quietly into his pillow every night, clutching his sheets closer and wishing he didn’t feel as lonely as he did at that moment. It was as if every moment that he had been mean to his parents, upset them, disobeyed them, every time he’d lied to them was suddenly fresh in his mind, gnawing at him from the inside and burying him in long-forgotten guilt over silly mistakes. Silly mistakes that seemed to mean so much now, weigh so much now that they couldn’t be amended. It was like the entire world had turned against him, and he couldn’t even seem to find happiness in the things that usually made him happy; drawing, sculpting, working on his spell project, going for a walk in the snowy weather, Lyle—
And then there was that, of course.
Lyle.
It was strange to think about him and force himself to remember that he wasn’t his anymore. Not his boyfriend, not his best friend, not the only person he felt completely and utterly safe in his arms. He just wasn’t there anymore. Not since the attack at St. Mungo’s, and his parents’ deaths—everything had changed since then. Not only for the worst, but for the very, utmost worst. And when all Stefan had wanted—feeling so lost and desperate and terrified of what would become of his life now that the two people he loved most in the world were gone—was someone to hold him, cradle him in his arms, press soft kisses to his hair and sing softly to him while telling him it was all going to be okay, Lyle hadn’t—he hadn’t been able to do that for him. Not as a friend, not as someone who had gone through awful things as well before, who might have just been able to understand his pain, not as a boyfriend. He just hadn’t. Couldn’t. Stefan had felt so guilty over it, day after day, wanting to ask him for a hug, for a kiss, for any kind of comfort, and knowing, like Imogen had said, that Lyle wasn’t in the best place right now—it wasn’t even what Imogen had said! He hadn’t expected Lyle to ‘drop everything’ for him, just something. Anything. Show him that he wasn’t alone here; that he was in it with someone else; someone who loved him. And he knew, theoretically, that of course he had other friends. He had Imogen, his best friend since forever, and even though they weren’t very touchy-feely with each other, he knew he could count on her for anything, that she’d listen, that she’d talk to him, honestly and bluntly, and yet taking care of him in the same way she had when they’d talked about a month ago. But he wanted Lyle. He wanted his boyfriend there for him. Kissing felt so nice, so warm, and gentle, and—it wasn’t that much to ask for!
It hurt, too, to think that he was being selfish with this. He’d done what Imogen had suggested—he’d told Lyle how much he loved him, how okay it was for him to be upset, how he’d always be there for him through thick and thin, and that no matter what, he still cared about him so, so much, he was still in love with him. Figuring out what they both needed, was what she’d said, and he—he’d tried. He’d tried to talk to Lyle about it, see what he wanted from him, how they could work things out together. But Lyle had been distant, withdrawn, and even though he’d said he loved him—he knew he loved him, so much—he hadn’t—it was like he hadn’t wanted to sort things out. To work things out between them, like Imogen had said. Find out what was best for each other together, he’d—he’d said he wanted to take a break. Be together but not together and that just—it felt fake. Stefan swallowed hard, a lump rising in his throat like whenever he thought about it, and wondered how he was ever going to go through another Valentine’s Day—it was his birthday, even—the same way again, after the way this year had turned out. He sighed and rubbed at his face hard. Lyle had chosen nothing—Stefan had told him he couldn’t just be semi-dating him, couldn’t let himself have a part of him that wasn’t even really there when he’d just lost two major parts of him, and indirectly it was all or nothing and Lyle—he’d chosen nothing.
So here he sat, in the end. He was tired, his limbs were heavy, and all he wanted to do was forget about Transfiguration for one night. Or many nights. Just give up on school, give up on everything, and go back to the comfort of his bed in his nice dorm room where he could bury himself in sheets and pillows and cry. Crying was so easy. So simple. Letting out a breath, Stefan glanced up at the date on his parchment—he didn’t even know what day it was anymore—who was he kidding? Like he hadn’t been counting down the hours since it happened. It was unbelievable, how easy it was to lose a person. How wrong he’d been in thinking that only death was powerful enough to rip someone he loved right out of his life—no, apparently him and Lyle had found a way to do just that. And now he felt empty. Empty, and lonely, and sad. Stefan turned the page of the gigantic—why was it so big—Transfiguration book and skimmed down the lines, trying to find something useful for this topic, when a voice startled him a little, soft as it was, and he dropped his quill, splotching his parchment as he looked up at the guy sitting across from him on the table. “Isaac,” he breathed out, chest constricting tightly at the memory of the last time he’d been around him, and what had happened afterwards.
Lyle had gotten upset. And he’d comforted him. Again.
Maybe it was selfish, stupid, even mean, really, but all Stefan could think about was how he just wanted some of that comfort he’d so freely given back—not because he felt like he deserved it, or because he expected something back for what he’d done to help him, but because he honestly, desperately needed it. He cleared his throat a little. “Um,
[/color]” he said quietly, rubbing at the side of his neck as he looked around at the books in front of him and sighed, picking up his quill. “ Transfiguration. My OWLS are coming up in a couple of months,[/color]” he told him, pressing his lips together and looking up at him. It was awful, really, that he wondered if Isaac would have wanted to kiss him if he asked. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Isaac Ryder on Aug 21, 2012 18:38:22 GMT -5
Before Isaac had disturbed the smaller boy, the Ravenclaw had looked to be in deep thought. Almost sulking, really. And although Isaac was curious, he didn't really want to ask what was on the younger boys' mind. Mostly because he figured it had to do with his ex-boyfriend and the horrible break-up they had gone through. (Granted, Isaac only heard it was horrible through the rumor mill, he hadn't actually heard about it from Stefan himself). In fact, he had almost looked like he was about to cry. When Isaac realized this, a weird feeling churned in the pit of his stomach and he had to resist the sudden urge to hit something- or someone.
The way Stefan gasped slightly before softly saying Isaac's name was very cute. So cute, in fact, that Isaac would've have smirked at him with evil thoughts in his mind if the younger boy hadn't looked so... well, so sad. Taking a sharp breath, Isaac let it out slowly, remembering the game he was playing with his prey. Isaac was the wolf, and Stefan the lamb- he couldn't afford to let his guard down when he was just getting started. Letting out a breathy chuckle, Isaac pointed to the incredibly thick textbook in between them. "Well, I can see that love. What I meant to say was," Here Isaac paused for effect, locking eyes with the boy. "Why are you studying so hard and not having fun with me?" He added in a tiny smirk and licked his lips unconsciously, keeping eye contact the entire time.
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Post by Stefan Capper on Aug 21, 2012 20:10:17 GMT -5
Blinking a little, Stefan held his gaze while Isaac pointed to his book. It really was a very thick book. And it was so complicated and Transfiguration really wasn't his strongest subject, and he wished he didn't have to take these exams. But he did, of course, so he had not choice but to study for them if he didn't want to fail and get kicked out of Hogwarts or something. His eyebrows furrowed a little at Isaac's question, and his eyes dropped subconsciously to his mouth when he licked his lips, then quickly looked away, feeling his neck heat up again. He really wasn't in the mood to have to deal with this. Stefan looked away, back to his book, and started fiddling with the corner of one of the pages while his mind raced for something to do.
"Because my OWLS are coming up,” he repeated, rather redundantly if he was asked. The thing was, Isaac was all... sexy. Like, constantly making allusions to all of that stuff, and saying things to him like he was attractive or something and as flattering as he had to admit that it was, all it made him think of right now was the fact that he didn't have anybody to tell him that anymore. At least, not someone he wanted to hear it from. Besides, Isaac had come up to him with flattery in the first place, not attempting to make friends, and maybe Stefan wasn't very savvy with these things, especially considering boys liking other boys, but he was pretty sure he didn't have friendship in mind when he spoke to him. And thinking of him in any other way was just confusing right now.
It also brought back painful memories of Lyle getting jealous over it. Another spark of spite made him want to give him a reason to be jealous. Then he remembered it wasn't either of their places to get jealous anymore, and that stung all the worse. "Besides, I don't think our ideas of fun are the same," he added quietly after a moment, flicking his eyes up to him before returning to his textbook. "And I'm not—going to—I'm just not interested in anything that's not—
[/color]" he stammered a little, flustered, his neck very hot again, and let out a breath, frustrated at himself, before looking back up at him. " We can be friends. I told you this already, remember?[/color]" Stefan stared right back at him. " At the ball. And that means no suggestions of...other stuff, and no calling me...anything and just...being normal friends.[/color]" Maybe he was making a little too big of a deal about something that might've not been what he was imagining, but it wasn't his fault that Isaac's presence made him kind of jumpy, okay? [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Isaac Ryder on Aug 21, 2012 22:47:44 GMT -5
What...? Isaac blinked, staring at the boy and trying to determine whether he had some sort of handicap that made him hard of hearing. Stefan had just repeated exactly what he had stated before. The fact that the boy had also looked away from Isaac made him think that he was nervous around him and that just wouldn't do. You see, if Isaac was going to get into this boys' pants- which was ultimately the goal- he would have to move slower with him, something Isaac was not used to. Usually, women and men threw themselves at Isaac's feet because he was so sexy and mysterious- which is why Isaac threw them right back to where they came from. They weren't a challenge, and Stefan... well, he definitely seemed to be one. This is what made the younger boy so appealing.
As Isaac opened his mouth to shoot off another witty retort, Stefan surprised him by cutting him off- saying that their ideas of fun were different. You have no idea lambchop, thought the wolf, grinning from ear to ear on the inside. However on the outside, Isaac frowned enough to look like he was deep in thought. After Stefan finished his speech about not being interested in him and blah blah blah blah blah, Isaac tried to hold his gaze once again. "All I meant was that you could be out having fun with your friends on a night like this, yet you choose to be inside studying when you very obviously are not into what you are doing. And don't try to tell me you are because I can see the boredom in your fantastic eyes." He sank back into his chair, choosing a more casual approach to try and un-intimidate his baby deer.
"Look, maybe I thought that there could be something between us before. But when you told me that we could only be friends, I understood- and I still do. So you don't like the nicknames? Fine. I'll try to call you Stefan on a more regular basis." Lies. I'm lying through my teeth, lambiekins. "Normal friends hang out and have fun together, right? We've not hung out once since the Ball, and I am offended, Mister Capper. I had to personally seek you out for you to acknowledge my presence. Friends don't do that, right?"
"Normal friendships- although I've had few, I'll admit- are based on interaction and mutual interests. And my interest is in you, Stefan, and why you aren't having any fun. So- hear me out before you say anything- I want to take you out. As friends. Just the two of us. What do you say?" Isaac finished speaking, letting his eyes fall to the textbook in front of them as Stefan had previously done, hoping it would make him seem vulnerable enough to get a yes out of the Ravenclaw.
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Post by Stefan Capper on Aug 21, 2012 23:00:09 GMT -5
Stefan's heart was beating a little faster than usual in nerves at just having said all of that. He wasn't usually someone who said much, let alone confront someone like that. And even though, in comparison to other people's standards, he'd barely even said anything at all, it was still pretty aggressive, or at least purposefully halting, in a way that he wasn't. But he just--he needed Isaac to understand that he didn't want all that stuff. About him being attractive and flirting and all those things. He wasn't ready for that from someone else. He was still too cut up about Lyle to even think about anybody else in a romantic light. And again, he was pretty sure romance wasn't what Isaac had in mind, or else he'd have approached him in a different manner.
So when Isaac corrected himself and said he'd only meant that he was studying instead of out and about, he felt the blush on his neck heat up faster, and his cheeks burn a little with embarrassment at the thought that maybe he'd said all that without actual motive to do so, and he bit his lip hard while peeking at Isaac when he sat back in his chair. When he wasn't towering over him or looking at him with sparkling eyes, he didn't seem that intimidating, and Stefan managed to relax a little, though his cheeks were still a bright pink that he hoped weren't that noticeable in the flickering candlelight of the library. "Okay," he said quietly, happy that Isaac was agreeing to calling him his proper name, and again fiddling with the corner of his textbook nervously, a little speechless now that he was proven wrong. Maybe he was thinking too much about it. Maybe he was expecting to be flirted with by him and that just made him seem so conceited, didn't it?
Maybe Isaac had gotten over whatever it had been before that he had with him.
Lips still pressed together, Stefan looked up at the other boy at his words about hanging out as friends, and though he was still flushed, he nodded easily. It sounded simple enough. He shrugged, then, and flexed his finger self-consciously against the book when Isaac's gaze dropped to it. "Okay,
[/color]" he repeated quietly, offering him a nervous smile. " But it wouldn't be...taking out. You mean just like...hanging out, right? Somewhere.[/color]" He really needed to stop making a fool out of himself with these assumptions. " I mean, yeah, okay. That sounds fun.[/color]" After all, Merlin knows he needed to have some fun these days. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Isaac Ryder on Aug 21, 2012 23:19:30 GMT -5
Isaac watched Stefan's face brighten with what he assumed to be embarrassment at being called out on his 'assumptions' that Isaac was trying to get in his pants. Of course, the younger boy wasn't wrong in his assumptions, but Isaac wasn't about to tell him that- especially not when he was so close to breaking the first barrier. As Isaac watched him out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the other boy's slightly flushed face made the odd sensation happen again in the pit of his stomach. That really needed to stop happening, because he didn't know what it meant and it was annoying him.
Suddenly, Stefan's light blue eyes were on Isaac's face and he couldn't help but look into them as the Ravenclaw spoke. His eyes really are captivating... He thought. Flashing the other boy a small but genuine smile, Isaac replied. "Of course, Stefan. Just hanging out, I swear." He held his breath slightly in anticipation until Stefan finally agreed. "Super! Well, how about we take a walk around the grounds? There's still a little time left before dinner..."
And thus the first barrier was broken.
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Post by Stefan Capper on Aug 21, 2012 23:28:41 GMT -5
Just hanging out.
It was fine. It was great, even. He was supposed to be making new friends, not losing them, after everything that had happened. Isaac was being nice to him. He really needed to stop second-guessing his every move. Like he'd said, he'd got the point that he didn't want any of that stuff right now, and he was fine with being friends. Stefan looked up at Isaac's smile and had to widen his own, genuinely. He looked nice when he smiled. Not intimidating and threatening and overbearing but...friendly. Handsome, even. But that wasn't a road he wanted to tread with a mile-long pole, so instead he ducked his face and cleared his throat.
"Outside, you mean?" he asked, looking towards the windows of the library to where it was already dark outside, and frowned before turning back to Isaac, thinking about it for a moment. "Alright,
[/color]" he agreed hesitantly. " Just as long as we don't miss dinner. I'm starving,[/color]" he laughed a little, quietly, still blushing a little before he stood up from his chair to start gathering his things, packing them up in his bag carefully, tucking his Transfiguration textbook in and zipping the bag up before he swung it over his shoulder and shrugged a little at him, pressing his lips together through a nervous smile. " Ready.[/color]" [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Isaac Ryder on Aug 21, 2012 23:46:59 GMT -5
Isaac had to continue looking vulnerable so that Stefan wouldn't feel threatened, but it wasn't exactly hard for him to do at the moment. See, Isaac didn't actually have that many real friends so that prospect of having one- even if it was for a greater purpose- was thrilling to him. But he didn't want Stefan to mess up his plan by being cute and timid, so he would have to remember his ulterior motive. Yes, he would have to remember that.
"Trust me, we won't miss dinner. Eating is my favorite time of the day." Not exactly true. It didn't surpass his daily facial routine or shagging, but it was close enough. As he watched the other boy pack up his things, he commented, "And of course you're starving- look at how skinny you are!" He knew from experience that everyone liked to be called skinny- no matter their gender. Once Stefan was ready, Isaac gave him another small genuine smile and motioned for the younger boy to follow him.
Once they had walked awhile, Isaac sat on top of a boulder by the lake, turned to Stefan and grinned. "I like to come out here when I have a problem to think out. It usually relaxes me to the point that I don't even care about the situation anymore..." He motioned for Stefan to sit down next to him and continued, "I haven't ever shared this with anyone before. Most of the people in my House think I'm stupid so, with that logic, why would I need to think out my problems?" He laughed bitterly, thinking about his classmates.
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Post by Stefan Capper on Aug 22, 2012 0:05:20 GMT -5
Stefan had to laugh a little at that, quietly and face still coloured somewhat; he wasn't used to being very open in front of strangers. And okay, technically Isaac was far from a stranger to him anymore. They'd talked more than enough times, they'd even danced together, though admittedly Stefan had been in somewhat of a high from coming out that night when he'd accepted. Looking back on it he wondered how he dared to do that. He'd never blatantly shown his homosexuality with anybody other than Lyle that way.
No. He wasn't going to think about him right now. Not when he was having a good time. His brow furrowed a little at Isaac's comment, and he glanced down at himself. Was he too skinny? He knew he wasn't fat by a long shot, but skinny made him sound... weak. How could Isaac had ever thought him attractive when he clearly lacked any sort of muscle structure? Biting his lip, Stefan blinked up at him shyly and they talked quietly before reaching the lake, stretching out dark and kind of foreboding before them, and Stefan stood idly by while the other boy sat on a rock nearby. A little sheltered, and a good place to sit, he could see. He suddenly felt awkward, and clung to his bag a little before Isaac told him to join him. Sliding onto the rock next to him, trying not to sit too close without falling off, Stefan glanced over at him thoughtfully. "I'm flattered," he said quietly, looking back towards the lake.
It was strange, he decided, glancing back at Isaac while he spoke like this. To see him this...vulnerable? It didn't fit into the whole personality he'd shaped up for him in his mind. It made him relax. Isaac was human. Just like the rest of them. Stefan wrinkled his nose a little. "I don't think you're stupid,
[/color]" he whispered, shrugging a little and kicking his foot at a small rock nearby. " People can be jerks.[/color]" [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Isaac Ryder on Aug 22, 2012 0:16:27 GMT -5
This was weird, what they were doing. Isaac hadn't been this... open with anyone since- well, since his mother had left. That was when he began to shut everyone out. So why was Stefan different? Oh right, it was because of the ulterior motive (which was so easy to forget, for some reason). Isaac turned his body slightly to make eye contact with the smaller boy before grinning. "Well, thanks. I think you're the first to think that." Nodding slightly, he listened to the other boy's view of people. "Well, they are Slytherins. Can't expect them to be nice and friendly... At least they're honest, though- I'll give them that. Brutally honest, but honest nonetheless."
Lazily, Isaac stood to swoop down and pick up the rock Stefan had kicked with the side of his foot. He winked at the other boy before stating, "Watch this." He spun to face the lake and skipped the rock skillfully. It hit the water six times before dropping itself into the icy waters beneath it and Isaac let out a happy cry before turning back to Stefan. "Did you see that? I am the Master of Rock Skipping."
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Post by Stefan Capper on Aug 22, 2012 0:25:39 GMT -5
Briefly, Stefan wondered what exactly Isaac had been through in his life. Because from the way he spoke about things--from the way he was speaking right now, it sounded like not many people didn't think he was stupid? Didn't he have friends? Sure, Stefan wasn't the most social butterfly in the pack, and he was sure a lot of people thought he was kind of an idiot, and he tended to be an easy target for people (especially Slytherins, he thought bitterly) to push around, but he had friends. He had Imogen, he had Gabby, ironically enough, now he had Emme. And Benji, and Ly--May. He didn't think he'd ever felt abandoned, really. The most alone he'd ever felt was... now. He supposed. But maybe he'd been pushing people away, or shutting them out. He didn't know how to deal with what had happened, so he didn't want anybody else dealing with them, either.
But Isaac made it sound like he didn't have friends, and that was equally pitiful and depressing.
Stefan bit his lip, watching as the other boy stood up and frowned, opening his mouth to ask what he was doing when he picked up the rock and tossed it at the lake, letting it skip several times over the surface before it sank, and Stefan watched in amusement. The happy whoop that left Isaac's mouth made him giggle a little, and he pressed the back of his hand up to his own mouth, snickering at the performance before shaking his head. "Beginner's luck?" he offered shyly, smiling up at him and holding out another rock.
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Post by Isaac Ryder on Aug 22, 2012 0:33:44 GMT -5
Isaac held a hand over his heart and furrowed his eyebrows together in mock offense. "Beginner's luck!?" He snatched the rock out of Stefan's hand playfully before spinning around and skipping the rock again. This time it skipped seven times and Isaac turned back to the boy with an eyebrow raised and a smirk on his lips. "I'm sorry, what was that about beginner's luck? I'm not sure I caught it..."
Finding another rock, Isaac held out the smooth, polished stone to Stefan. "Let's see you try it, Mister Capper." For a moment, Isaac realized that he was losing focus on the task at hand, but he couldn't bring himself to try any moves on the younger boy. He was having too much... fun, oddly enough.
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Post by Stefan Capper on Aug 22, 2012 0:39:19 GMT -5
It was so weird to think that, barely half an hour earlier he'd been sitting at the library dreading the minutes that passed and wishing he could just be swallowed up by his bed. The last thing on his mind right now was going to bed, as he laughed at Isaac's mocking face and the way he actually did manage to make the next rock skip across the surface perfectly well again. He barely even noticed the cold. Isaac had a nice smile. He should use it more often, instead of that wolfish smirk he'd come to associate him with. Stefan smiled back brightly when he returned and took the rock in his hand, staring at it for a moment before his face fell, and his mouth dropped in an 'o', eyes wide.
"Oh, no, no, no," he said quickly, trying to push the rock back into the other boy's hands. "I can barely walk straight. I have zero coordination for sports, and this counts. Don't make me. Here, you can have my turn.
[/color]" It didn't even occur to him to feel shy or nervous now, either. It was relaxed. Fun. Light. Something he hadn't had in months and it was so freeing to be able to do it again with someone. Maybe Isaac was just what he needed nowadays. [/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by Isaac Ryder on Aug 22, 2012 0:48:33 GMT -5
Isaac smirked as Stefan pushed the rock back into his hand. "Oh come on, Stefan. I'll bet you'll be brilliant at this just as you are with everything else." When Stefan continued trying to hand him back the rock, Isaac dropped the smirk and tried smiling a small smile instead. Briefly touching Stefan's hand as he took the rock back, Isaac noticed how smooth the other boy's skin was. His breath hitched as he thought about feeling it on his and quickly reminded himself that now was not the time to imagine those things.
"Here," he smiled again, wrapping his large hand around Stefan's. "I'll teach you." In one fluid motion, Isaac flicked his and Stefan's wrists at the right angle, making the rock skip three times before dropping. Isaac looked into Stefan's eyes before stepping back and dropping the other boy's hand. "See, it's not so difficult," he continued, grinning.
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