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@isaiahsmh
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dayatahri:
daya: can u just not call me dude daya: … or buddy daya: yes wtf.. what kind of question is that even..
isaiah: why? isaiah: ur still my best friend it’s not weird bro isaiah: funny story isaiah: i thought u would say no so i made other plans
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dayatahri:
daya: god… sure ur not jealous, nooo daya: why are you like this? daya: i don’t even know what to say anymore daya: and i’m kinda just eh..? daya: is this a fucking joke isaiah????
isaiah: dude...what did i say to piss u off now isaiah: calm down buddy isaiah: are we still on for later or nah
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dayatahri:
daya: i never said you were wrong daya: it’s jealousy that makes you feel and act this way daya: but there’s really no reason for you to be jealous. i love you. and only you. daya: y’know… if it really makes you that mad i’ll just stop hanging out w him daya: yeah. crazy about each other….
isaiah: what are you talking about isaiah: i don’t get jealous isaiah: no. do what u want. i don’t own you. isaiah: my bad. i’m crazy about u and ur kinda just eh
dayatahri:
her brown eyes rolled back in annoyance, unable to take him seriously. in typical daya nature, she refused to let him have the last word, willing to argue on the topic until she’d eventually win — even if there wasn’t anything to win. she just liked to have the last word, especially in a situation where she wasn’t the only one at fault. of course, she was sure that if she had only tried hard enough to get in contact with him, that there would have been a way but the fact that he had left without telling her and changed his phone number right after made it seem as though he didn’t want for her to be able to get in contact with him, so she wouldn’t just let that one slide and ignore his jab at her. “i mean, who knows. maybe it’ll slip my mind again and you won’t hear from me. maybe it won’t and i’ll call to let you know.” she paused, squinting as she scanned him up and down. “that is if you don’t decide to change your number again.” she shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly, a small part of her itching to get a reaction out of him. daya would be lying if she said that she wasn’t tempted to just pack her bags, take naomi and leave now that he was back. it surely wouldn’t be the right thing to do but there was no way in hell that they would ever get back together, daya just simply didn’t see the possibility of that happening, not after he had told her that she no longer was the love of his life, so the mere thought of him sooner or later finding someone else to spend his days with — or maybe he’d found someone already — made her want to leave and never look back. but for the sake of their daughter daya couldn’t do it. she knew that naomi wanted nothing more than to have her dad in her life, so what kind of mother would daya be if she just took that away from her little girl? a horrible one, and that was something the brunette had sworn to herself she would never become.
there was nothing she wanted more than to feel his comforting arms around her, to feel the touch of his hair with her fingertips and to have his lips pressed firmly against hers in a reassuring kiss as a way of saying that maybe things would turn out be alright in the end; that there still was a chance for them to end up together eventually. yes, she wanted nothing more than to kiss him, make him regret that he’d left four years ago but instead she stood frozen in place, not daring to take a step back because she didn’t want to bring back the distance between them just yet — this was where she belonged, where she’d belong for the rest of her life; close to him. daya didn’t trust herself to speak. her lingering anger with him for leaving mingled with worry that he would take a step back if she decided to speak, and fear that the feeling of his hand trailing up her arm was only a figment of her imagination that left, despite it only being a light touch, a shiver to run down her spine. he made her feel some kind of way that she couldn’t even begin to put into words; a kind of way that no guy she had been with after he had left had ever managed to make her feel — they’d all just been a waste of her time — and even after four years he still had that affect on her and it made her want to scream out in frustration because would she ever be able to move on from him if he still had that much of a hold on her? to put it simple, no she wouldn’t. she knitted her brows, the words coming from him causing the slightest hint of a grin to light up her features but it almost disappeared as fast as it had appeared. “four years and you haven’t changed one bit. i should’ve figured that you still wouldn’t be able to stay serious for more than a few seconds." daya finally took half a step back, just enough so she’d be able to look up at him. her eyes fell to his lips, to the slight shadow of scruff on his sharp jawline and to his neck before they were back to staring at his lips. how bad could one last kiss possibly be?
a fist clenched and unclenched at his side, her words stinging him a bit more than isaiah cared to admit. “don’t fucking say that.” it wasn’t as though he didn’t deserve anything she decided to throw at him and in fact, he deserved more. isaiah figured she would at least pound her fists into her chest, leaving bruises against skin that shielded a broken heart he wouldn’t dare share with anyone. “don’t fucking joke about that.” he knew there was most likely nothing in anyone’s thoughts — including his own — that argued against the belief that he wouldn’t be a shitty dad for naomi and even he had to think about it for a while before convincing himself he wasn’t such a bad guy but god did it hurt to hear this is what daya thought of him. from their conversations of a possible future to discussing how much adoration they held for one another in that same moment, isaiah would have never thought this is what they would result in. four years ago he wouldn’t have imagined being in the same room with daya and not be able to hold her, touch her, or kiss her without a lack of fear of there being some sort of consequence yet here they were. realistically only a few inches away but in isaiah’s mind it felt as though they weren’t even in the same universe.
as soon as she took a step back, isaiah was on it and stepped forward to lessen whatever distance created. she had been so close and he didn’t want her to be any further away because four years of waking up and realizing he lost her was more than enough to haunt him for the remainder of his life. was it foolish of him to believe she remained the love of his life? to this day he didn’t want anybody else and he had known that since before they were together. four years ago he wouldn’t have thought he’d be here holding himself from kissing daya and he definitely wouldn’t have to think twice about it yet here he was, thinking twice about everything. his first thought was to not place his hand on her side because that’s not something you just do with anybody, right? so instead, isaiah placed the hand that loitered along her arm flat against her lower back, slightly pulling her towards him. “i can be serious. i’ll be anything you want me to be.” he tilted his head, his voice a low whisper as eyes trailed over every aspect of her face he memorized years ago and new details he would have already had ingrained to his mind had he not stepped on the plane that night. kissing her didn’t seem like a bad idea and in this moment it was all he wanted to do but there was something holding him back. was it naomi? was it daya? was it him? a combination of all three was the appropriate answer. naomi didn’t deserve a set of fucked up parents and this encounter was most definitely not going to fix anything. daya deserved to move on and find happiness so kissing her while he knew she was still in love with him wouldn’t aid in that matter and him? he didn’t deserve her love; not after leaving her and not after lying about his own feelings. there were more reasons for him to not kiss her than in favor of but isaiah still felt himself lean in to connect their lips but their mouth didn’t make contact; instead he placed a small kiss on the corner of her mouth because at least that was something.
dayatahri:
the words that left isaiah’s mouth caused a laugh to emerge up her throat, attempting to swallow it back down, she forced a more serious look on her features instead as her bottom lip pushed forward into a pout, arms loosely crossing in front of her chest and she shifted her position, tucking her legs under her body. “yeah, right.. because i’m that much of a threat to you that you would need any kind of protection from me.” she mumbled, sticking her tongue out in a teasing manner. god, there wasn’t a single atom in her body that didn’t love isaiah, that didn’t crave him or didn’t want to have him around her at all times — it was almost as if she’d wasted most of her life until he had come along, feeling as though her only purpose was it to love him with every fibre of her being for the rest of her life. he had her hook, line and sinker. she was whipped and considered herself to be one of the luckiest girls ever, because surprisingly, he was just as whipped; something daya had never thought would ever happen back when they had still only been friends. but truth to be told, daya wouldn’t want to change a single thing about how it had all turned out.
“that really doesn’t sound right and you know, i really wouldn’t want to be associated with anyone but you anyways.” she watched him, hues flickering to follow his movements as he scooted closer to him, a smile curling her lips upwards once his lips came in contact with her shoulder. “she.. tolerates you.” she mumbled, petite fingers giving his hand a gentle squeeze, hazel hues flickering to take in every detail about his features; the way his eyes crinkled and left little dents in his cheeks whenever he spoke, she couldn’t help but stare at him, admiring his good looks. she felt bad at the mention of allie, so beyond confused as to why her friends hated him; them being together. there was nothing daya hated more than being away from him, she adored having him in her company, his skin on hers, lips on lips. he was like an addiction that she couldn’t fight, sweating whenever he wasn’t around, she craved him, had never loved anyone so much in her young life. “but who cares what anyone else thinks. i love you, that’s all that matters.” daya loved him and no one would ever be able to convince her otherwise or tell her that he wasn’t good enough for her simply because they used to fight about things no one else would fight about; it was what made them them. her attention was drawn back to him in a matter of seconds, the thoughts that had consumed her moments ago floading to the back of her mind. "has anyone ever told you that you’re a real idiot sometimes?” daya hummed jokingly, lips parting to let out a soft giggle at the words that had just left his mouth seconds ago as she shuffled closer to him until there was no longer any more space left between them. “well, i wouldn’t be smiling anymore if you really broke a bone. that’d be awful and i’d only worry about you.“ the brunette murmured, resting her head on his chest.
she wasn’t a threat so to say — definitely not — but daya did wield some sort of power over isaiah he didn’t know how to describe and everything he did was more than likely done with her on his mind. when buying a new shirt, he would find himself thinking if it appeared to be something she would like and the cologne he wore was whatever one she preferred. there wasn’t a single thing that came to mind in which isaiah didn’t consider daya in because yes, it was his life but she was also his life. “can you not be so fucking cute?” he spoke through a sigh as he found himself swooning over every little thing she did. even when they fought and all isaiah wanted to do was rip his hair out, a piece of him still found himself weak in the knees over this girl. she was everything he didn’t know he wanted — didn’t know he needed — and each day was another adventure that only further pushed him to fall deeper in love. isaiah didn’t care too much for love before especially considering he had never been exposed to any of it with the relationship between his mother and father but being with daya proved otherwise regardless of what people said.
his smile perked up the slightest when she said that; it was something he already knew but simply hearing the words and being reminded of her feelings created a feeling of ease within his mind. he wasn’t surprised at her answer regarding the question about allie; tolerate was probably daya going easy on him because isaiah wasn’t sure any friend of daya’s who genuinely liked anything about him. he tried to be civil with them because they were his girlfriend’s friends and who could love a girl more than her best friends? in this situation, isaiah, but he wasn’t going to go around saying that and risk an even bigger drift between him and the girls. “i love you too. more and more every day it seems like.” at her words, isaiah practically melted onto the mattress; she really was everything to him so hearing her say things like that and genuinely meaning them only further established what he already knew: he had found his soulmate. “nope. i think you’re the only one brave enough to say it. everyone else is too scared. well, except blake but he’s an ass.” his arm was lifted up off the bed, immediately wrapping itself around her as she placed herself on his torso. chances were she could hear his heartbeat both skip a beat and speed up at different intervals and it was just another effect she had on isaiah. never had anyone made him feel the way she did and isaiah knew no one else would ever be able to. what they felt for one another was surreal and finding this kind of love at such a young age of course caused people to question them but the fact that neither of them saw a problem with it would always be enough. “what? you wouldn’t want to play doctor?” his tone was teasing as his lips made contact with her forehead, smiling against it.
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dayatahri:
daya: of course i am. i’m always right daya: then tell me… why do we keep fighting? daya: and you really think i’ll just buy your lies? daya: i know you a little too well to just let it slide now daya: bc if we don’t talk abt it now i know you’ll bring it up to talk abt it again some other time
isaiah: idk what you want me to say isaiah: it’s not like i’m wrong? isaiah: fine we’ll fucking talk about it isaiah: i think it’s bullshit you can make me feel this way and whatever the fuck i’m feeling makes me act this way isaiah: and we fight so much bc we’re fucking crazy
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dayatahri:
daya: well apparently it does daya: otherwise we wouldn’t be fighting all the time daya: mhmm… maybe daya: yeah sure… you’re over it.. that’s why you keep talking about it
isaiah: wow isaiah: i get off on us fighting. you’re completely right. isaiah: fine we won’t talk about it anymore isaiah: what up
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dayatahri:
daya: oh my god… daya: just because you’re one doesn’t mean all other guys are too daya: you know what? i don’t fucking care. be pissed off all you want, if it makes you happy daya: fuck no.. i wouldn’t be chill with it ok daya: but i didn’t even do shit. he was just staring at me
isaiah: sorry what? isaiah: i’m a pig. can’t read. isaiah: yeaaah bc fighting with my girlfriend is going to make me real happy isaiah: ok….so u get why i’m pissy about it??? isaiah: and i’m sure he was just staring. it’s fine i’m over it really
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dayatahri:
daya: his name is hunter and no he’s never tried to hit it daya: or do you srsly think i’d still be hanging out with him if he did? daya: no i can’t. be heart eyes instead of pissed off daya: bc there’s no reason for you to be pissed off to begin with
isaiah: he might be working towards it isaiah: you never know with guys daya we’re fucking pigs isaiah: i’m both. one more than the other but i won’t say which isaiah: so if i did the same shit with another girl you’d be chill?
dayatahri:
“good.. that’s.. good.” daya knew him just a little too well to know that he would never hurt his own daughter on purpose, yet there was still a small part of her worrying about just that and she couldn’t help it. she didn’t want for him to leave the litte girl hanging, to realize that this isn’t what he wants from life. naomi was her whole world — after isaiah had left naomi, understandably, after all she was her daughter, had become the only person to render emotions from daya, drawing her to bring back out the light in her, the love. to anyone else she’d become cold, distant even, she merely liked to leave people guessing about her feelings — and daya wasn’t sure if she’d be able to see her daughter hurting. “well, i’ll just talk to her then in the next few days then, try to explain it the best you can to a four year old and let her know that you’d like to meet her.. gives you some time to prepare for it, as well.” daya had absolutely no idea how to go about any of it, it was confusing and challening to say the least. how did you explain to a child, who’s grown up with only one parent by their side, that all of a sudden another one would step into their life and be there from now on? would she even understand? and how would it make her feel to bounce back and forth between two homes? there were plenty of questions running through the brunette’s mind and she really hoped that all of her fears would turn out to not become a reality.
a scoff parted her lips and she merely chose to ignore the words that came from him. it was a cruel thought that without naomi there wouldn’t be a reason for him to be in her life again, a thought daya was quick to push away. she had tried so hard, so, so hard, to remember all the good times they had spend together, but all she could see whenever she looked at him was indeed only the man that had left. maybe it was because the pain he had caused her when he’d left all these years ago was still as permanent as ever; it hadn’t been easy on her when she’d found out that he had left. she could remember that night as if it’d been yesterday and all of a sudden thoughts of the night he’d left consumed her again. she could remember waking up at her parents place at two in the morning, a searing pain in her chest confirming her worst fears, the sticky dampness on her face burning her skin as a reminder of what she’d lost. loud sobs, hands covering her face as she rolled over, screaming and crying for him, the cracking sounds of his otherwise gravelly voice haunting her and breaking her down further, weeping until there were no more tears left.. isaiah stepping closer to her figure was what eventually forced her to focus her attention back on him — he was dangerously close; too close for her liking. biting at the crimson shade of her lips, she couldn’t stand being this close to him and not being able to touch him, kiss him, pull him closer to her own figure. it was torture, to be so close to someone that every fibre of your body still craved but not being able to touch that someone. “mad? no. you’re really not that special. i went four years without kissing you, i can go another four.” daya raised up on her toes, leaning in the slightest bit so her lips were nearly grazing his, but instead they brushed over his cheek until she came to a halt once she’d reached his ear. “don’t flatter yourself so much.” she breathed out in a perfect sing-song voice. “only makes you seem like an even bigger dick than you already are.”
he couldn’t wrap his mind around the concept of being a father quite yet; isaiah had always wanted kids — more specifically with daya and only with daya — but the pair were admittedly too young to be parents and he’s sure they would’ve started with some sort of pet before even considering having a child yet just as life apparently didn’t agree with any decisions he thought to be best, here they were. parents and not even together. it seemed to isaiah as though they were living in another universe in which their lives followed the story of some horribly written romantic movie plot but he didn’t expect a happy ending for them in the near future. daya made it perfectly clear there wouldn’t be anything between them and whatever history isaiah was desperately trying to push away from his thoughts would most likely haunt the man each and every time he looked at both daya or naomi because regardless of how much adoration he viewed naomi with, isaiah was well aware every smile cast in his direction or every glance directed towards him by the little girl would only remind him of what he had left behind when he got on the plane that night. could he live the rest of his life like this? love had never been his thing so to say but daya changed the game for him; she changed everything he knew about life and god did it pain him to look at her right now. “cool. are you going to call me and let me know when i can meet her or forget to mention that too?” he asked with a raised eyebrow and part of him regretted letting the slight dig at her escape his lips but he was still upset with the fact that he missed four years of naomi’s life, mostly due to his own fault but still.
with her lips nearly hovering against his, isaiah felt his knees buckle and everything he felt beyond four years ago seemingly began to stir in his stomach. once her lips grazed his cheek, isaiah was sure he would cave — possibly turn his face the slightest bit and slam his mouth against hers to ensue a kiss he had been missing for the past few years but the only movement from him was the shutting of his eyes. he would take any contact he could from the woman he loved with his entire being and hell, if she decided to slap him right then and there, he would gladly accept it as sickening as it sounded. “sorry, but you can’t use ‘bigger’ and ‘dick’ in the same sentence and expect me to keep focus, can you?” he attempted to keep a sturdy voice but the shortened distance between them resulted in a slight quiver in his words once he spoke and isaiah had to clench and unclench his fists at his sides in order to keep them situated. it worked for possibly a fraction of a second — his hand trailing up lightly against her arm. how could he ever pretend to be out of love with her when the only feelings isaiah felt in regards towards daya was blatant love? anger existed among his pile of mixed emotions but it was mostly love. talking to other girls was easy; he wouldn’t have to do much and they would be swooning over isaiah almost too soon but daya had always been different and there was no doubt that would remain the same, always. the thought of any other person taking her place disgusted him as the thought seemed so unnatural. would he have to get over it? he didn’t want to — god, no he didn’t want to. ever since he saw her for the first time in years a few days ago, anything seemed better than being apart from daya.
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dayatahri:
daya: i never said that i do daya: you’re right. i wouldn’t daya: or would i? you tell me daya: since you don’t even seem to trust YOUR own girlfriend
isaiah: you can’t tell me harvey’s never tried to hit it?? isaiah: can u send pics of the fucking ground or something isaiah: i’m pissed off not trying to be heart eyes
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dayatahri:
daya: yeah. you drive me fucking crazy daya: maybe i’ll go and do just that now daya: since you’d rather argue
isaiah: and you think you keep me sane all the time? isaiah: no isaiah: you wouldn’t
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dayatahri:
daya: since when do you care about anyone but yourself? daya: go ask your dad, i’m sure that’ll answer your question daya: because it sure as hell isn’t my fault
isaiah: i wasn’t aware anyone but myself mattered isaiah: bringing him into this huh? must’ve made you real mad isaiah: why don’t you go back to swapping spit with hank
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dayatahri:
daya: you’re fucking delusional daya: so what? you think i would’ve kissed him back? daya: you can’t be that much of an idiot..
isaiah: sorry for caring? won’t do that anymore isaiah: you’re dating a fucking dumb ass i guess isaiah: whose fault is that tho 👀
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dayatahri:
daya: you’ve got to be kidding me.. daya: really? daya: you can’t be fucking serious rn daya: do you even listen to yourself?
isaiah: he looked like he was about to fucking kiss you isaiah: your mouth was almost on his isaiah: and i’m just going to be fine with that??
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dayatahri:
daya: or what? daya: what do you mean ‘wtf am i doing’? what does it look like? daya: i’m hanging out with a friend isaiah
isaiah: nothing. i’m chilling isaiah: i’m just saying we started off as friends who hung out isaiah: but ur right. do what you want with henry
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dayatahri:
daya: i thought the view was stunning but hunter thought i was even more stunning daya: jk.. he was probably staring @ the zit on my nose.. or who knows
isaiah: hunter needs to take a hundred steps back isaiah: right fucking now isaiah: daya wtf are you doing
