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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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Whether sensing this uneasiness or whether reading something else from his expression, Isaac reached down and took his hand in his. The act caught Augustus completely off-guard, heat spreading up his arm and enfolding him like his hand in Isaac’s grasp. He looked at him in surprise, but the brunet wouldn’t meet his eyes, his gaze instead trained on the winding trail before them.
“Maybe you do help,” Isaac said as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. “Maybe you help your parents just by being there and caring.”
“You think so?” Augustus asked somewhat absently.
“Yeah. I do.”
They continued walking hand in hand, shade gradually becoming scarcer as they left most of the massive oaks behind them. A squirrel was scurrying about among the brush, presumably looking for a place to bury the acorn it was carrying in its mouth.
Augustus tried again to catch Isaac’s gaze, and this time was successful as the brunet finally glanced his way. He smiled shyly, squeezing Isaac’s hand, and then positively beamed when Isaac squeezed back. Augustus felt like maybe he should say something then, something meaningful and sweetly profound, but nothing he could think of quite felt right. How was it that there could be so many thousands of words in existence, and yet none of them seemed to accurately describe what he wanted to convey now?
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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It wasn’t until the eventual rumblings of their stomachs that they felt compelled to return to shore, grabbing beach towels from their bags and laying them out on the sunniest patch of grass they could find. The two flopped onto them in relief and then pulled out sandwiches, chips, and lukewarm cans of Coke which they shared between themselves as they gradually dried.
There they chatted until they could no longer ignore the aging day, glancing at the orange skies and reluctantly gathering their things. Augustus pulled on his shirt and stepped into his sneakers as the brunet did the same beside him, but neither of them were in a hurry, content to stay together here in their quiet corner of the world.
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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Isaac and Augustus retrieved their backpacks from their lockers and together, leisurely made their way to their respective classes. As they walked they chatted easily about how their mornings went, lamenting the amount of homework they had, and then laughing at the stupid ideas they had about how to get out of it, which ranged from feigning illiteracy to claiming that their little sibling’s chameleon had consumed it (an admittedly plausible excuse for Augustus—though Tobias would kill him if he allowed Spectrum to eat paper).
“Mm, you know, I really like these cookies. What kind are they anyway?” Augustus curiously asked after finishing his second.
“Dulce de leche with chocolate chips,” Isaac answered. He surprised Gus then by abruptly bumping his shoulder and directing him around the corner and into a secluded dead end where the door to the maintenance closet stood.
Augustus was about to inquire what he was doing when Isaac wrapped his arms around him and pressed him into the wall, his face hidden in Gus’ shoulder and his body pinning him in place. The act made every inch of Gus’ skin feel as though it had ignited, his heart thrumming so noticeably that for a split, irrational second he thought the sound of it would give them away.
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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Elena came to settle at the brunet’s side, her confused gaze flickering from Gus’ overly bright eyes to Isaac’s face, which was suddenly an odd, ashen color instead of the warm shade of sandalwood it usually was. “¿Estás bien? ¿Qué pasó?” she asked worriedly, looping her arm with Isaac’s. Are you okay? What happened?
Isaac opened his mouth, to respond to Elena or to respond to him Augustus wasn’t sure, but he shook his head regardless to stop him.
“You should probably comfort her. She sounds upset,” Augustus whispered, and then turned around a second time and bolted out the door.
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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“Augustus?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re important to me too,” Isaac told him out of the blue, his face serious. He took a steadying breath and then added in a low voice, “Eres y siempre serás, la persona más importante en mi vida.”
Augustus peered at him, his face feeling hot despite the icy temperature of the water. He was fairly certain he’d captured the gist of what he’d said, but before he could confirm his understanding Isaac dove underwater.
“What are you…?” he began to wonder aloud, and then yelped when Isaac grabbed his ankle, taking a breath at the last moment before he was pulled under the surface too.
This, of course, warranted retaliatory action, and so it began with the two attacking and vying for revenge on the other; holding competitions to see who could reach the bottom of the lake first; and then catching their breaths in the shallows before they’d race out to the center again. The hours melted by in this way; all thoughts of the water being too cold vanishing right along with them.
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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If they could stay like this…so close. They were so close to one another. How had that happened? Was it his fault? Had he unconsciously stepped forward to narrow the space between them? If so, when? Gus’ heart was beating so erratically that he was certain he had to be imagining the sharply syncopated rhythm and god, they were so close. 
Close enough that Augustus could hear Isaac’s breath hitch as he slowly leaned toward him; close enough that he could count the dark lashes resting on Isaac’s cheeks as his eyes fell shut. 
Isaac was gold and he was beautiful and he was so close.
Every butterfly, every bird, every buoyant bubble Augustus had ever felt around Isaac flooded his system all at once as he lifted his head to kiss him....
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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This time Isaac lightly laughed and Augustus was surprised to see that the tips of his ears and the apples of his richly tawny cheeks had turned a subtle, but unmistakably rosy hue. He wasn’t sure if he had ever noticed Isaac blush before. It was incredibly cute and overwhelmed Augustus with the sudden desire to push this perfect boy into the grass and kiss him until they could no longer feel their lips.
Isaac exhaled sharply and then asked a bit louder than necessary, “So, what was it then? That you needed a distraction from?”
Augustus furrowed his brow in confusion, his mind reluctant to pull away from the direction it’d been wandering, but after a second he recalled what they’d been talking about. “Oh. Well uh, do you remember how I said I have an older half-sister?”
“Yeah,” the brunet said, looking more relaxed now that the topic had changed. “Joanne, right?”
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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“Distraction?” Isaac repeated quizzically, his hand falling back to his side. “From what?”
“It’s kind of a long story.”
“We’re kind of a long ways a way.”
“I thought you said it was only a little further!” Augustus protested.
“I was trying to be encouraging,” Isaac replied matter-of-factly.
The two exchanged glances and then broke into laughter, startling a nearby rabbit who immediately darted into the underbrush.
It was remarkable how often they did that—laughed, that is. Smiled. It struck Gus how dull his life would have been had he traded that number with Elena; how profoundly empty it would have been had the brunet not stepped into his world.
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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“I couldn’t resist,” Isaac mumbled, his hand coming up to hold the back of Gus’ head. “You’re so damn cute.”
“I’m not complaining,” Augustus said a little breathlessly, and then slid his arms around Isaac to hug him so close that he thought he could hear the brunet’s bounding heartbeat. He honestly half expected Isaac to realize how risky this was and pull away, but he didn’t, not at all.
Instead, Isaac shyly nuzzled Gus’ neck and then lifted his head and did something he had never done before; he kissed Augustus softly on the cheek. 
A sensation like hundreds of little birds being released into the skies flooded Gus’ system, a gasp of surprise escaping his parted lips. He thought he might have been floating—maybe even dreaming, but that was impossible because his cheek was still burning where Isaac had kissed him.
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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“Hey there,” Gus said casually, and then smiled even wider when he turned and sure enough, found himself looking into a pair of familiar golden eyes.
“Hey,” Isaac said with a smile of his own.
“Cookie?” The brunet held up his palm, which had a small stack of what he recognized to be Elena’s baked goods sitting upon it.
“Oh, sure, thanks.” Augustus happily took one of the cookies and then nibbled on it as the two followed the tail end of the crowd out of the lunchroom.
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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There was a sudden, loud metallic thud followed by a jubilant whoop and scattered laughter. 
Confused and a little startled, Augustus turned his head in the direction of the clamor, where the crowd’s attention was focused on a girl next to the lockers with a familiar mass of tightly curled hair. Her slender arms were thrown around the neck of a guy she had pinned against the lockers and she was kissing him as if her life depended on it.
Augustus didn’t need to see the guy’s face to feel his stomach turn, but when the couple came up for air and Isaac’s golden eyes caught his, he felt his heart shatter like a crystal figurine tumbling off a high shelf and exploding into dust.
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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....but right before their lips touched Isaac took a step back, nearly tripping over his own feet.
“Is that a pond slider?” he blurted out, pointing across the bank.
Augustus gaped at him, feeling as though he’d been whammed in the stomach by a gigantic, swinging pendulum. “W-what?”
“A pond slider—the turtle we were trying to track down with Tobias last week. That’s it, isn’t it? With the red spot behind its eye?”
“I…I don’t see it,” Augustus faintly answered, barely able to focus his attention; barely able to think at all as the realization of what just happened made every molecule in his body cringe. It was like beetles scuttling across his skin; worms writhing in his stomach; the combined weight of them making him feel two inches tall. So embarrassing, so fucking embarrassing. He wanted to be engulfed by the earth and never emerge.
“It must have gotten away,” Isaac stated uneasily. “I could have sworn I’d seen it.”
Could have sworn…could have sworn…
“Isaac,” Augustus began to whisper, but then was cut off by the sound of the brunet’s phone ringing from his bag. It was a familiar ringtone, one that made both teens wince because it meant that Isaac’s parents were calling, and if they were calling instead of sending a text, then he was in trouble for having stayed out too late.
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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“Right,” Augustus said, glancing up at the finally thinning canopy of leaves and then back down at the sunlit path. “Well, her manager left an automated message saying she won’t be making it for the holidays again and it’s…I don’t know, changed the mood of the whole house. It’s all tense. My grandpa’s disappointed, my dad’s sad, my mom’s hurt, and Gemma’s pissed to hell at them all because she thinks they shouldn’t give a shit since ‘clearly Joanne doesn’t give a shit about us.’”
Isaac let out a low whistle, to which Gus said, “Yeah, I know. She’s nearly lost her temper on them about a dozen times, but I mean—I get it. She’s frustrated because she hates seeing them put so much time and energy into worrying about someone who hasn’t acknowledged our existence in years. But of course they are—they’re concerned. And then meanwhile Tobias keeps going out and wandering who knows where because all the tension makes him uncomfortable and he doesn’t know how to react anyway since he barely knows Joanne.”
“Though, he does at least know her a lot better than Thomas,” Augustus mused. “He hasn’t even met her because she hasn’t visited since he was born.”
“Damn,” Isaac remarked. “And to think the most conflict my family has seen lately is during Monopoly nights.”
Augustus smiled. “Honestly? That sounds great right about now.”
“I imagine so.”
The two fell momentarily quiet as they walked before Isaac knitted his brow and curiously asked, “What about you?”
“Huh?”
“You mentioned everyone’s reactions except yours. How do you feel about all this?”
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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Augustus wanted to return the gesture, or better yet take it further, but it was then that Isaac did take a step back, looking suddenly nervous.
It took Augustus a moment to regain hold of his senses, but when he did he remarked in a lightly teasing manner, “Hmm, so you can make out with girls no problem, but kissing me on the cheek nearly gives you a heart attack?”
Isaac let out a quiet laugh at his expense, averting his gaze and reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “It’s different.”
“How so?”
“Because it means something,” he answered softly.
Augustus felt his heart give and he reached out to at least take a hold of Isaac’s hand, but it was then that the bell trilled once again, causing both of them to jump.
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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Standing, Augustus debated whether or not he should be nice and trade the card with the curly-haired girl, but he’d scarcely walked two steps when he nearly crashed right into someone. He halted in his steps, about to apologize, but before he could say anything the guy he’d nearly bowled over casually asked, “Number seven?” and then held up his card between two fingers.
Augustus’ eyes focused on the card first, where a bold ‘7’ was printed upon its surface. “Uh, yeah, I—” he began to say, and then to his utter dismay instantly felt his entire body flush when his gaze shifted to the boy’s face.
A pair of bright, impossibly golden eyes surveyed him inquiringly; a small smirk turning up the corner of his lips, which looked temptingly kissable. 
Upon having this thought, Augustus promptly dropped his gaze again, his face burning and the vague desire to vault out the window increasing with every second that he couldn’t quite manage to get his voice back. He didn’t even know one could actually react this way upon seeing another person. It seemed a reaction specially crafted for storybooks and movies, yet here he was with sweaty palms and pink cheeks.
Suddenly, it made sense why those girls were so interested in the number seven.
Fuck.
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lilyshadowwriter · 3 years
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A look of relief crossed Isaac’s features, but Gus couldn’t stand to look at it for even a second as he turned to go back inside. He heard the brunet pick up his backpack and soon enough the two were standing awkwardly in his air-conditioned living room.
Augustus was in the middle of debating whether offering him a water bottle would be idiotic considering the circumstances, but right as he about to ask Isaac blurted out, “I didn’t kiss Elena. She kissed me. I didn’t even want her to and she knows it!”
A dark cloud descended on Augustus’ mood upon hearing these words, his eyes narrowing and his arms folding firmly across his chest. “If that’s the case then using your tongue to fend her off probably wasn’t the most useful strategy you could have employed,” he sourly replied, all thoughts of hospitality gone from his mind.
Isaac grimaced, averting his gaze. “I couldn’t…push her off, exactly. It would have been—I mean…everyone around and—” He glanced at Augustus and then looked away again. “I can’t have them saying—have them…figuring out….”
“Figuring out what, Isaac? You’re not making any sense.”
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