Waffle :: Isaac Lahey

SIXTEEN

Rose
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"Isaac what are you doing here?" I heard Scott's voice from the stairs that I had taken an abrupt stop, not wanting to face Scott and the rest of them.

"What are you doing here?" I hear Isaac question, confused on why Scott and his friends had been downstairs in my home

"Because Lydia needs help figuring out what's going on with Rose." I hear Stiles reply,

They had all been oblivious.

"Ask her yourself." Isaac replies, knowing that I was waiting for the right moment-when I was comfortable.

I quietly walk to the end of the steps, facing the door where everyone stood. Lydia and the rest were confused on why I had been so dressed up, but they put two and two together considering the only other one dressed up was Isaac. Not bothering to say anything, I walk past them, standing in front of Isaac. "Let's go." I tell him,

"Let's." He says, taking my hand as I rest my other on the door handle, walking out of the doorway, shutting the door, leaving the others completely confused.
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"I have an idea!" I exclaim, staring at the stars that shimmered in the pitch black sky,

"Care to share?" Isaac questions, holding my hand,

"Let's get drunk." I tell him, "Not so I can get you into your bed and fuck you when drunk, I actually like taking things slower." I admit

"That," he starts, tearing his gaze from the stars, "That is surprising." He says,

"I know," I laugh, "But it's true!" I exclaim, "I have desires, but I'm not going to rush everything just for a fuck. It ruins everything for me." I admit, not wanting him to think I'm a complete whore

"Just so you know, I don't think you're a whore." He says causing me to furrow my eyebrows. How did he know I was thinking that? "I could tell considering how you explained that." He says,

"Oh." I say, smiling. He doesn't think I'm a whore.
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Laughing, I shove the wine in my purse after peeling the tags off of the bottle, making sure that the security cameras couldn't see.

"Hurry up, they're restocking soon, Baby girl." He says, pointing to the worker who was rolling in a cart of boxes. I zip my purse up, turning around and taking his hand in mine, casually walking past the worker that looked too young to give two shits.
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"I'll get the wine glasses." I tell Isaac, opening my bedroom door as I hand him the bottle of wine.

"Rose?" I hear my mothers voice ring through my ears as I grab the wine glasses

"Mom!" I exclaim fairly fake, setting the wine glasses down,

"You're home?" She questions, instantly hugging me tightly,

"Of course, I thought Lydia told you." I told her, giving her a slight smile

"Well, when she came home she looked exhausted. I guess it slipped her mind." She says, taking her glasses off.

"Well I'm going to go, I have someone upstairs." I tell her, taking the wine glasses,

"Are you planning on drinking?" She questions, a bit concerned

"Just remember that I could be pregnant and snorting cocaine. I could be doing worse things, mom!" I exclaim, walking up the steps
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"Okay, I'm ready to drink." I tell him walking back into my bedroom after changing, now wearing short spandex shorts and an oversized t-shirt.

I take a sip of the wine, waiting for him to finally pour some into his glass, "that bottle isn't getting anymore empty until you finally drink it."

"I would rather be looking at you then drinking." He says, biting his lip

"You can do both, babe." I tell him pouring the wine for him

"I can do a lot of things, baby girl." He says looking at my lips, seeing how my lower lip was between my teeth, latching to them as if it was trying to save itself from dying.

"I bet." I say, "but you can show me that at least in a week or two." I tease, smirking.

"I'll mark it on my calendar." He says as I grab the whole bottle of wine and down half of it in a couple seconds.

"Baby girl, you're a handful."
"But I love it."