It’d been almost two weeks and neither had really made an attempt to talk. What was there to say? And with such confusion in between them, Isaac couldn’t help but look over towards the girl he’d given apart of himself to and smile. His usual smirk and grin gone in the face of someone he honestly cared for deeply. The look did not fall blind, Shiloh, with some almost supernatural sense, turned to catch the smile and, after a moment of watching the rare sight returned it with one of her own. A soft gentle look and only upon the calling of his name, though not by her lips, did she look away.
“Isaac!” Scarlett beckoned with a pout, her face drawn in minor annoyance at the blonde boy. “Stop spacing out and pitch the ball!”
“Alright!” Isaac called back, his attention stolen as always by the blonde beauty that was Scarlett Olson-Martin. And with a single glance back towards Shiloh, Isaac did as he was told. There would be time to fix things later. They would make time. Right?
Isaac couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement. The poor boy trying so hard to steal Shiloh’s attention was failing, miserably at that, and even as Isaac leaned against the the doorway of the room couldn’t help shaking his head as his friend’s attention gravitated towards his arrival.
With a return smile to the one Shiloh greeted him with, Isaac refocused his gaze upon the boy who had turned pink in the face with frustration and, out right laughing when Shiloh gave the poor soul a look that very much read ‘get lost’ Isaac couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity for the boy. Shiloh Dubois-Montague was many things, but an easy pick up was not one of them.
“Just shut up and listen.” Isaac frowned, the girl before him shaking her head ready to argue as always. And Isaac listened, all the the while pulling out his guitar and, once he’d finished simply gave her a look that stole her words.
It was rare for him to sing, let alone to in front of anyway, and for him to sing to her—”You are,” the blonde boy sang softly to the girl across from him. He never broke his gaze once he’d captured hers and with the smallest of smiles continued to sing to her. Sing to Shiloh. “So beautiful to me.”
It’s their strange chemistry that raises the brow of any who know them. The completely volatile mixture of stubborn independence and naive jubilation that brings them together and pulls at the tightly woven ties that bind them.
Two kids. Best friends. Family. And yet, something more.
Partners in crime, some would say, and as time changes the title to fit them they remain the same. Simply Shiloh and Isaac.
“You gunna oggle me all night or ask me to dance?”
Alright, I just had to do this one. XD;; Damn Alex and her angsty prompts!
