𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘

ISAAK: i have water

andrew desai was no friend of isaak’s but he definitely wasn’t a stranger. he was a very recognizable guy that isaak was pretty sure he sold weed to a couple of times. he doesn’t pay enough attention to faces when he sells, but he knows he’s seen that face before. somewhere. and now they’re both here in this record store with andrew behind the counter. it was empty for the most part so isaak was confident in asking “ what’s good? ” / @vndrcws

there was one thing isaak loved most in the world and it was riding his bike. as childish as it sounded, he loved the feeling of the wind against his skin as he speeded down the sidewalks and the yelling of strangers went perfectly with the music he always kept on almost maximum volume. he hopped out of the doors and went straight for the bike rack when he saw someone leaning up against his bike. he wasn’t very good at conversation, but he needed to get to his bike. “ that’s mine, ” he said simply pointing to the bike. / @elzxa

it was an odd question-- one he wasn’t usually asked because there was always the lingering smell of weed that following him wherever he went. perhaps his hoodie somehow ended up in the washer and had that freshly cleaned smell. isaak wasn’t even entirely sure how to answer until the other spoke about nicotine. “ no. ” it wasn’t technically a lie. he did smoke, yes, but not cigarettes. “ not into vaping, either. ”

isaak sat down in a bar seat and closed his eyes. sometimes he just needed to get out of his apartment, and his regular bike ride wasn’t always enough. he scanned the selection in front of him, debating whether or not he’d actually try and order something. he was over twenty-one, sure, but he had no form of identification to prove so. however, his attention switched to the man beside him and answering his question. “ not sure, ” he said with a shrug. isaak hardly paid attention to the faces in his building and only had a few memorized.

“ ...yes? ” he wasn’t sure what she didn’t understand. “ my phone... you seen it? ” isaak hated talking to people, especially those he didn’t know. to avoid eye contact his eyes scanned the room looking for what he was asking about. his business was on that phone-- julian would kill him if he lost it. he had enough money to buy a new one, sure, but he was trying his best to save up so he could move on to the next town.

if there was one thing isaak was good at, it was knowing when eyes were on him. he was always watching his back to ensure he never got caught and this helped him throughout the rest of his life. right now, he definitely felt a pair of green eyes watching him like a hawk. he turned to meet the eyes and raised his eyebrows. “ you good? ” / @typewritvrs

“ shit. ” it wasn’t like isaak to misplace things. he didn’t really have many things to misplace. but his phone was his whole life, and probably the most expensive thing he owned besides the apartment-- and even then, he was renting it. his first immediate thought was the leasing office. he often spent time there because they had free snacks sometimes. he ran in and immediately spotted a girl across the room. “ phone? ” / @fxkophelia

despite being twenty-two years old, isaak still had other people buying his alcohol for him. he would buy his own if he had any sort of identification, but that was hard to get when you didn’t have a permanent address. he could work towards getting one now, but he didn’t think he needed one. he could just ask someone to pick him up some beers when they went to the store and he would pay them back later. so now, he had a few packs of beer and a surprise bottle of vodka and wesley on the only piece of furniture in his living room-- the couch. usually, he’s good at getting rid of people, but he was surprised the other even showed up at all. he was hoping the offer of alcohol would eventually explain why he was here or even get him to want to leave. “ so, uh, what do you want? to drink? ” / @wesleyrayder

he still had no idea how she figured out his last name. it was hard enough to get him to cough up his first name, so the fact that she even knew the last of it was irritating enough. giving up too much information made it easier to find out anything about him. “ same old, same old, ” he answered with a shrug. it wasn’t much of an answer and he knew that. “ you? ”

isaak sighed as his eyes met andi’s, and he was quick to turn in the opposite direction. “ i really don’t feel like talking right now. ” he never felt like talking, especially when it came to this girl. this was probably the most he had ever said to her. “ i’m sure there’s someone else you can happily bother with your interrogation skills. ” / @ofandis

as someone who was never invited to parties as a child ( rather, allowed to go to parties ) and someone who never went to any school dances before dropping out at fourteen, isaak had absolutely no idea what the woman next to him was talking about. “ the what? ”