ANDREW x ISSY: 👊, "I love you. I just needed you to know.", Send 💢 for my muse to crawl in bed with yours after a nightmare . �
👊 for what my muse would say upon hearing yours has been arrested.
“Andrew?!” Issy cried, pushing through the crowd in an attempt to get to the front, blinking against the harsh colour of the light on top of the police car. She looked all around herself, desperately trying to see the man she needed the most right now. Issy wrapped her arms around her small frame, catching the eye of the girls who used to be her ‘friends’. They sneered and Issy recoiled a little when they laughed at her. “What?” She questioned quietly, suddenly feeling naked without Drew to protect her in the heavy crowd.
“It’s him,” one of them giggled. “Your boyfriend. He’s the one they’re taking,” she said, nodding to the front. Issy’s stomach turned to ice and she looked over at them, praying one of them would crack and tell her it was just a cruel joke, but both girls just stared at her.
Suddenly overcome with rage Issy pushed her way through the crowds with a new confidence lit from with her. “Drew!” She screamed over the chattering students. “Drew!” She cried, shoving people out the way desperately. She finally got to the wall of cops stopping the students from going any further, and she let out a sob when she saw the boy she loved in cuffs. “Drew!” She shrieked again, pushing up on her tiptoes in the vain hope that he might be able to see her in the sea of faces. Issy stopped, glancing along the row of men preventing her from getting through, and then hunched down to crawl between one of the cops’ legs.
Making a break for it, Issy sprinted over to Andrew and knelt down in front of him as he sat on one of the benches. “Drew,” she cried gently, raking her hands through his hair, aware that their time together would be short. “You can’t– I can’t do this without you. I can’t live without you,” she sobbed, feeling hands wrap around her arms to pull her up and away from him. “Drew!” She screamed. “Come home!”
“I love you. I just needed you to know.”
Issy automatically frowned and looked up at Drew. “I love you too,” she whispered softly. “But that sounded way too much like a goodbye,” she pointed out. Isabella gently reached up to cup his jaw in her hand and press a kiss to his chin. “And if you go anywhere, I will find you,” she assured him.
Send 💢 for my muse to crawl in bed with yours after a nightmare.
A soft groan leaked from Issy’s lips as she rolled over, feeling the sweat beading on her forehead. Her eyes flickered open and she curled up in a ball, trying to pull the sheets tighter around her. This always happened when she lost a roommate; her aching heart in want of parents showed her everything bad that could happen if she got adopted. This particular night, the faceless adults had locked her in a smoker and Issy had lost her nails trying to claw her way out before the smoke got to her.
She laid flat on her back, but her eyes didn’t move from the empty bed next to hers. She knew she wasn’t going to get back to sleep now. Carefully, Issy got out of her bed and tiptoed out of her room, knowing which creaking floorboards to avoid after years of making this trip. She opened the door quietly, lifting it on its squealing hinges so it stayed silent, and then darted down the hallway. She opened the door and then closed it behind her, pressing herself against it to calm her breathing a little before she dove under Drew’s sheets and snuggled up to him with a soft smile on her face.
“Mh,” he grunted as she woke him up a little. “Bad dream?” He whispered. Issy buried her face against his chest, breathed him in, and then nodded. “Do you want to talk about it?” He asked. Issy smiled at how thick his voice sounded and then she shook her head. “Just hold me,” she whispered in response.
SEND � TO FIND OUT ABOUT MY MUSE’S PHONE
What ringtone my muse has set for yours: i feel like he probably set it to I Will Always Love You or something as a joke and then she never changed it
What contact photo my muse has set for yours:
What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: that he needs to reply faster but thats just becos issy is needy af
How quickly my muse responds to your texts: immediately, she has him on loud
How often our muses text: okay so they’re pretty much together all the time becos theyre at school and then theyre at the house together so probably not all that much?? altho issy probably texts him through all her classes
How often our muses call: when he’s worried about her/when she can’t find him at the end of the day/at lunch/during free periods (so pretty often i guess)
Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: lmao NEVER
Last text sent from my muse to yours:
[TEXT TO hell boy]: can we go to that chinese on the corner at lunch??
[TEXT TO hell boy]: can’t stop thinking about duck pancakes
