#bareisms

Here you go, sweetheart <33 Awkward farisa dorks are my life :p

17.  “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”

“You have got to be kidding me,” Farlan growls under his breath, his hands grasping the doorknob and shaking it in an attempt to get the door to budge. It didn’t work.

“The door ain’t opening?” Isabel asks behind him, trying to peek over his shoulder.

“No,”

She sighs, stepping away from him only to have her back hit the wall. Of all the closets they could’ve gotten stuck in, it just had to be the smallest. “What are we goin’ to do?”

“I don’t know,” he turns to her, giving up on his attempts to open the door. Sliding down the opposite wall from hers, he sits down on the floor, running a frustrated hand through his hair, “Guess we’ll just have to wait for the janitor to come and get us,”

Isabel looks over at her watch, her green eyes widening when she sees the time, “It’s still too early! He won’t be comin’ till much later,”

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…” he sighs, leaning his head against the wall and closing his eyes. He could feel the tension in the air, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t on his toes.

“So…” she starts saying, pausing for a while.

“About that kiss,” they end up saying in unison, much to their embarassment. He rubs the back of his neck and chuckles awkwardly while she tries to hide her face behind her scarf.

“Yeah, I… I get it if you didn’t mean it,”

“I meant it!” he exclaims, watching her cheeks redden some more.

“Yeah?” she asks, trying to hide the hope from her voice.

“Yeah,” he nods, and they both look away. It’s silent for a couple of minutes, both staring in opposite directions. They glanced at each other once in a while, and when their gazes accidently locked, they blushed even more and looked away once again.

“Today’s nice outside,” he says abruptly, but instantly regrets it. ‘Today’s nice outside’? Way to go, moron, he scolds himself.

“Yeah…” she replies.

el theme que tengo en la cuenta de isa es de esos themes en cajita que ya vienen pre hechos, puedes usar ese uvu solo debes hacerle el fondo, eso es lo más tedioso (?)

Ayyy, gracias ;v; aunque ya conseguí uno que me gustó <3

Yaaaaaaaaas ♥

Thank you lovely

7. “I almost lost you.”

The last thing she remembers is the pain exploding in her head as soon as it hits the rock, her vision becoming blurry. In the background, two figures ran up to her, whom she could barely register as Farlan and Levi, her heavy lids finally giving in. Everything goes black.

She only wakes up the next day, a headache curling its nasty fingers around her brain and squeezing it to the point where it becomes unbearable. A low moan escapes her lips as she sits up on the bed, her hand automatically reaching for the source of the pain. Her hair is free from its usual ponytails, messy around her shoulders, and something is wrapped around her head. A bandage, she assumes.

Her room is unmistakable, if only for the small mess she’d left it in in the day before. She’s actually surprised her big brother hasn’t cleaned it yet. A figure is hunched over her bed, his head resting on his arms and his breathing even, which indicates he’s asleep. His blond locks are also in a disarray, and she doesn’t realize her hand reaches to smooth them out. He begins stirring then, his eyes blinking open. He looks confused for a moment, before his brain registers she’s awake and he jumps up from the bed.

“Isabel,” he exclaims, his hand reaching out to her forehead to feel her temperature. She swats it away.

“I’m fine,” she huffs, and he frowns.

“I’m pretty sure you’re not fine. You’re telling me you’re not in pain?”

“Not at all!” she makes the mistake of shaking her head, which causes the pain to intensify. She winces.

“Not at all,” he parrots, shaking his own head while checking her bandages.

“I’m okay, Farlan,” she insists, swatting his hands away once again.

“Stop being stubborn,”

“But I’m okay-”

“I almost lost you!” he shouts, and her eyes widen. Farlan never shouts. He’s always so poised, the master of social graces, and she’s never seen him loose his composure. At least, not that she remembers. Her heart is fluttering in her chest at his revelation, though, and her stomach seems to have decided all of a sudden to become a pro at cartwheels.  

“Farlan...”

“I almost lost you, okay?” he whispers, avoiding her eyes by busying himself with arranging the sheets, even though they’re as straight as can be. When he finally stops, he turns his back to her, “Just… rest some more,”

She doesn’t know what comes over her, but she grabs his wrist and turns him back to her, pushing him down and placing the softest of kisses in the corner of his mouth. She’s blushing furiously, but so is he, and the moment is completely and utterly perfect.

“You didn’t,” she reassures, his eyes gazing into her own with the kind of love she’d never experienced before in her life. He sighs through his nose, a small smile taking over his lips.

“I know,” he says, kissing her forehead. His lips linger there longer than needed, and she’s not sure how her face hasn’t gone up in flames yet. “Rest up,” he whispers, turning for good and leaving the room, closing the door behind him. Her hand reaches to touch her forehead, the silliest of smiles on her lips, and she almost forgets about her headache.