#deathamongus

Isaac was sitting on the front steps of the old Hale house, lost in thought. He'd had a fight with Scott and he'd come out there to calm down and think things through before he spoke to his friend again. It hadn't been a big fight, but enough to rile them up and that was not good, especially since he'd grown to care about Scott and didn't want a stupid fight to ruin the first real friendship he'd had in years. His train of thought was interrupted when he heard footsteps nearby and he looked up, surprised that someone else was there. "Hey," he said, tilting his head to the side.