Hi guys. Sorry I haven’t updated like I promised, my dog randomly got very sick last night sooooo i’ve been dealing with that, lol. I’ll hopefully post a chapter either tonight or tomorrow (:
Ah, you read my tags. Hmm, i don’t know. You need to wait and see i guess (:
Ahh, i don’t know. I’m trying to figure this chapter out, lol.
I’M WRITING CHAPTER TWELVE RIGHT NOW.
Ahhhh, don’t cry! But i know right, they’re so cutw, uhhh.
↱ IZZY’S POV
“Well what’d you except me to fucking do Izzy?” Tyler snapped and turned to finally give me his full attention. Fuck, I didn’t want this to happen but I could already see the fight that was going to happen inside my head. “I don’t know, I mean, you are the one who kissed me.” “Yeah, what a fucking mistake that was.”
↱ TYELR’S POV
“Yeah, what a fucking mistake that was.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. I watched as the emotion fell from Izzy’s face. She couldn’t believe I said that and honestly neither could I. Should I have said it? No. But at the moment I don’t really give a fuck to be completely honest. She doesn’t have to do this, she knows why we kissed but she’s too afraid to admit anything. “That’s why I acted like nothing happened Tyler… because it was obviously a big fucking mistake. Nothing more.” She pulled herself out of the pool and left before I could even respond. Which I’m sort of glad she did. I could have said something incredible stupid once more.
FUCK, this is making me so mad. I could feel my blood boil and my breath thicken as the minutes went by. Why was she fucking doing this? Well she doesn’t think I’m just going to leave now, right? Because I’m not, my brain wouldn’t let me. I had to keep this argument going. I’d drive me crazy to just sit around another week and act like nothing fucking happened.
After finding a towel and drying myself off I found Izzy pacing around her room. “Can you just stop with all the bullshit Izzy?" "What bullshit?" She snapped turning to face me. Fuck, I’d never seen her like this before and she’d never seen me like this before either. I guess we were both learning a bit about each other tonight. "This bullshit, right here. Why can’t you just fucking admit that you might have some feelings towards me?" "I don’t," she mumbled turning away from me. Once again may I point out how bad at lying she is. "No, you just don’t have the fucking balls to say anything. Don’t act like we just kissed for fucking fun or some shit." My voice was rising as the conversation continued. To say she was pissing me off would be an understatement. I just don’t get it, any of this. Dealing with shy girl is not one of my specialties, which was obviously being proven tonight. "Is it because you got raped? Is that it? Is that why you’re flirting one moment and then blowing me off the next?!”
↱ IZZY’S POV
This conversation was going nowhere, just as I predicted. Tyler was jut being Tyler and couldn’t just let the argument go, oh no, he had to follow me up stairs and start again. Silence was slowly filling the room but I knew he wasn’t done. I could just see it in his face. All his happiness was now filled with anger. “Is it because you got raped? Is that it? Is that why you’re flirting one moment and then blowing me off the next?!” My heart, brain and breathing all stopped when he spoke once more. How could be even say that to me? Like I wanted to tell him about Austin, he basically bugged the hell out of me until I told him. “Leave,” I muttered turning away from him. My brain was slowly but surely shutting down.
I could feel him slowly walk closer and closer to me; causing chills to run down my back. “No.” He said firmly. “Yes, go! How could you even say that? I mean my bad that I got raped, my fucking bad. Sorry it’s cramping your style.” By this point I had turned around to face him. I was getting just as angry as him but I knew he could stay strong a lot longer than I ever could. I already felt the tears coming on but I held them back, crying was defiantly not needed right now. “Here you go again with more bullshit. I did not fucking say that Izzy, I swear you’re bat shit crazy sometimes.”
Great, no he thinks I’m crazy. It’s crazy to think that Tyler would even have the nerve to call anyone else crazy but himself, I guess I was just being proven wrong. “How the hell am I the crazy one right now Tyler? You’re the one that’s—” “Who’s the cutter here?”
↱ TYELR’S POV
“Who’s the cutter here?” My mind was racing a million miles per second and I honestly couldn’t even keep up with the dumb shit I was saying. When the words left my mouth I instantly knew I shouldn’t have said that. Fuck, even when I’m pissed I can tell when I’ve pushed things too far. I could see it coming, as a tear slowly fell from her face as she looked down to the ground. Why is she doing this to me? I don’t want to make her fucking cry but she’s driving me fucking crazy. “Leave,” she mumbled for the second time. I didn’t listen the first time she told me so I don’t really know why she was expecting me to this time. “No, we’re having this fucking conversation Izzy, right now.” “Fine, what the fuck do you want to know Tyler?” She still couldn’t look up at me and I can hear more tears falling from her eyes. Damn, she makes being mad at her really fucking hard. “I want to know if there’s something here, between you and me, me and you… or if I’m just making this shit up in my head!”
“Maybe there is Tyler! I don’t know, I don’t know what to say." Isabelle finally made eye contact with me again and I already knew I wasn’t going to last in this fight much longer. I can’t do this; I can’t do any of this. I can’t let some fucking awesome girl run all over me again. "Whatever," I said breaking away from the eye contact and started making my way down the stairs. It’s like she just didn’t get it, she didn’t understand why I might have thought she fucking liked me or whatever. Maybe I’m going crazy or maybe she is too shy to say anything but I can’t do this anymore. I’d either end up hurting her more, like the fucking idiot I am or messing up the rest of our fucking friendship…. if we even still had one.
↱ IZZY’S POV
“Whatever,” Tyler mumbled before turning away from me and leaving the room. Fuck, this is not what I wanted to happen. My brain was going so fast that I didn’t even know what I should do or say. One part of me was telling me the smart thing to do; let him leave and be done with this whole thing. But the other part of me was telling me that I should say something, before he leaves, I should just say something tonight. Even though I hadn’t even though of what I should actually say yet.
Why the fuck was he doing this to me? It was like something inside of me wouldn’t just let me tell him the obvious, that yes; I do have a thing for him. Fuck, I can’t let him leave. Knowing anything about Tyler he’d probably ignore me for a mouth before he even looked at me again. “Just fucking do something,” I said to myself before running down the hall and out the front door. Yes, I caught Ty before he was in his car. Maybe something would actually work out for me tonight.
“Tyler, Tyler, stop! Please," I stopped in front of him but he purposely ignored me and just continued to look away. "What?" He mumbled with little effort what so ever. "You’re right… you’re just like, right. I don’t know, I do, I do like you, okay… and I’m being a fucking idiot about this whole thing but please, Tyler, don’t just leave me." I sighed in relief and some fear after I finished rambling to Tyler. Even when I tried to tell him what was going on inside my head it sounded like a big mess. He didn’t say anything; he just looked down at me. Fuck, maybe I couldn’t fix this whole thing.
↱ TYELR’S POV
“You’re right… you’re just like, right. I don’t know, I do, I do like you, okay… and I’m being a fucking idiot about this whole thing but please, Tyler, don’t just leave me.” Am I hearing Izzy correctly right now? Is she actually telling me what the fuck is going on inside her head? I won’t lie, a big part of me thought I was going to go home pissed tonight but I instantly felt some happiness return to my system when she finished speaking.
This is basic, cliché relationship moment but I’m surprisingly happy that it was happening. I didn’t know how to even fucking respond at first. The night and argument had gone by so fast that my brain was still trying to process the whole thing.
Then somehow we ended up kissing… I mean for real kissing this time. I made the first move, as always. Our lips collided at first and my hands quickly found their way to her waist; pulling her closer. Her lips tasted like vanilla and her hair smelled like rain. If that shit actually existed, then you could say I was in heaven right now. Her hands slowly found their way around my neck and we kissed for what seemed like hours. I could feel myself going further then I should as our tongues started to blend together and my hands crept lower and lower down her body.
Izzy released from the kiss gently and her face instantly flushed. Of course, me being my dumb self, I could help but laugh. “Damn ma.” I said as we both laughed for a few minutes, which was also like heaven after that fight we just had. I couldn’t help but feel like the biggest jerk in L.A. after I started to think about the fight more and more. “I’m so Isabelle, for that stupid shit I said. No, I’m stupid; I shouldn’t have said that… I didn’t mean it, which I hope you already knew. But still, I’m sorry.” Her noise crinkled lightly when she heard her full name and she just giggled at me. “It’s okay; you can get a warning this time… but remember, three strikes and you’re out.” She clicked her mouth together and winked at me, causing us to laugh even more then we already were. There was something seriously wrong with her sometime but I seriously loved it. “Ahh, fuck, I know, I’m sorry,” I mumbled pulling her in for a hug.
hopefully i’ll be able to post it in an hour or so.