#chatisaac

“Isaac?” Logan peered in through his friend’s door frame, wondering where the boy could be. His door was found open, so he knew that someone had to be in there. “Isaac? Fischy?” He called again, hoping his familiar voice would get Isaac to at least come out from wherever he was. Then again, maybe he’d be left standing here with a rather large bouquet of flowers behind his back in his best friend’s doorway looking like a proper idiot. “I brought you something!” He called again, beginning to impatiently tap his foot.