right kind of madness

spend more time with my friends, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'. plus, I met someone else, we havin' better discussions. I know they say I move on too fast, but this one gon' last. • • • • • • • • • one taught me love, one taught me patience, and one taught me pain. now, I'm so amazing. say I've loved and I've lost, but that's not what I see. ❖ PENNED BY: NAT

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          “Oh come on, Guerrero; you can do a lot better than that,” Zac smirked at her forced smile, picking up a menu off the bar and studying the details. “I’m not really all that hungry, but I’ll take a basket of fries for us to share. Ya see, I was just walking by and I remembered…” he uttered towards the menu before his gaze finally drew up to meet hers. “We never finished our game, and I don’t think that’s okay. What do you think?” he inquired, setting down the menu and pulling his hands up to rest under his chin as he held her gaze. After what happened with Zee at his party and the breakup that ensued shortly after, there was nothing inside of him that was holding back his interest in the brunette beauty before him. She was fun - and now… he wanted to have a little fun. “What you got going on later tonight?”

          “I can, but I don’t want to,” she easily responded, brushing some hair behind her shoulders as she tapped her pen against the notepad. It wasn’t like she was in a hurry and all of her tables were fine at the moment but the fact that he was here had Naia feeling some type of way. “Basket of fries coming right up,” the brunette didn’t even write down his order, she simply leaned in slightly, taking a closer look at the smug look he often wore without care. She could see why it was so easy to be charmed by him, to get lost in his smile and dreamy eyes. “We both know that’s not a good idea, Zac.”

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          “What will it be?” Naia asked as she reached the table occupied by a couple that had walked in only a few minutes before. The last thing she wanted was to spend her summer waitressing tables at her parent's restaurant, but she needed sewing materials and instead of just giving her the money her parents insisted she’d work for the cash. Being in no position to argue, Naia did as she was told and just hoped time would fly by and she wouldn’t even notice — just like how she hadn't noticed him occupying one of the seats by the bar on her way to the kitchen. An automatic sigh escaped Naia’s lips as she made her way over to him, putting on her best-rehersed smile before bringing out her notepad. “What can I get you?”

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          The texts, the phone calls, the urging through her friends to please call him back - none of it was good enough. The thought of hearing his voice, hearing him call her babe and all the empty promises and words and bullshit that seemed to spew out of his mouth so easily; it all just made her sick to her stomach. It was like a sick joke when she heard the first and second pebbles hit her bedroom window, his loud voice jolting her straight out of bed and downstairs in fear that it would wake her inebriated father from his boozy slumber. “What the fuck are you doing?!” she whispered, wild-eyed as she grabbed his shirt and pushed him toward the side of the house. “Are you trying to lose teeth today? Because I’m not.” If Isaac wasn’t as shitfaced as he clearly looked and smelled, he would know just how much trouble Taylor would be in if her dad did wake up. And it would be a lot more than just a chiding or a slap on the wrist. “What - did you just crawl out of a whiskey barrel? You look like shit, Isaac.”

          Although his vision was slightly blurred he could see exactly how pissed off Taylor was the second she grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him aside. “Baby,” the boy breathed out, trying to keep himself from chuckling loudly. “You look so beautiful when you’re angry,” his words slurred as he brought the bottle closer and took a long sip before holding it out for her. “Have a drink with me, let’s talk, please. I can’t take you ignoring me like this anymore.” He reached out for her hand in an attempt to hold it in his, hoping that she didn’t pull away — even though the anger was practically spewing from her pores at this point. “I just want you to forgive me for being a fucking idiot, baby.”

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           The party at Zac’s was quite the whirlwind indeed, from a split second difference between almost being kissed by Isabelle Jacobs and being upchucked on by Isabelle Jacobs… to Taylor and Isaac and Zac and Vee’s total fucking meltdowns. Needless to say, the group dynamic was a bit strange - perhaps nonexistent would be the better term - since it seemed like everyone except Grey and Riley had tension with someone else. So when Izzy appeared on the bench beside him as he poured sweat from the last hour of skateboarding, sure he was surprised… but he was also admittedly quite pleased. “Hey, beautiful,” he greeted, unscrewing his water bottle before downing nearly half, his eyes squinting in the sunshine as sweat prickled at the corners. “What?” He was just as perplexed by her words as he was by the box that now sat in front of him. “Izzy, we’re good. No need for an apology or a gift, okay?” 

          The sweat dripping from his forehead would’ve been deemed gross if it had been anyone else, but somehow, for some reason, Grey had never looked more appealing then he did right now — sweat and all. The brunette caught herself staring as he downed the contents of his water bottle but as soon as the greeting mixed with a compliment was uttered from his lips she felt her stomach tighten and something resembling birds trying to fly their way out. They couldn’t possibly be the familiar butterflies she felt around Zac, this was Greyson after all. “Please, just take it. I feel really bad and I’d feel even worse if you didn’t accept it. I think you’ll really like it.”

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          Downing half of his father’s favorite tequila didn’t seem to make anything much better, it was still Friday night and Isaac still felt like shit. His phone had been blowing up all day in indication that there were plenty of parties going on tonight, not that he cared, he wasn’t going. Holding the half-empty bottle in one hand he reached down and grabbed a few small rocks, launching them towards the familiar window in hopes that it would make enough noise — and that Taylor was home. When the first few didn’t seem to earn a reaction he gathered some more, this time he swung them harder. “Taylor!” he screamed out, not exactly caring who heard but he needed her to come out. “Taylor just come out please, I’m sorry I’m a fucking asshole. Please!”

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          “Hey,” Isabelle awkwardly waved as she spotted Grey occupying one of the park benches. With Riley’s help, she knew exactly where to find him at this time. “So glad I caught you,” she spoke softly, swiftly occupying the empty space beside him. Izzy couldn’t fully meet his gaze, God she was so embarrassed, their last interaction had consisted of not only being sick all over his shoes but the burden of also having to take her home. It was completely out of character for Isabell Jacobs to behave in such a way. “I wanted to apologize about the other day,” she sighed, placing a box in front of him. It was neatly wrapped and a big red bow adorned the top. “It’s just a small gift to say thank you — and sorry,” she assured, hoping the shoes she had picked out were to his liking. 

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Andie 💬 Isaac

Andie: Please please don't say anything to Luke.

Andie: I still haven't told him.

Andie: I haven't told anyone yet actually.

Isaac: I won't. I promise.

Isaac: but i still think going on that whole trip is a bad idea, you should be going to the doctor instead.

Isaac: you're going to have to tell him eventually

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          From the moment she found out she was with child, it was as if life came to a swift halt for the girl who was born with a golden spoon in her mouth, big plans to carry out, and an entire world that seemed hers for the taking. Anxieties manifested into blank stares and faraway thoughts, all hidden behind the usual sweet smile that she had been trained to hold steady - it was the Yates way. Things didn’t bother Dani Yates, at least not as far as anyone else was privy to. Taught from a young age to keep things buried deep inside, never allowed to show emotion or throw a tantrum, she had been conditioned to suffer in silence, to never let herself be vulnerable with anyone who could bring shame upon her family. And even now as another being poked and kicked her from the inside, as she lay in bed with a man who tried despite not wanting this just as much as she, Dani still felt utterly alone.

          With palms smoothing over her stomach, she kept her gaze planted on the opposite wall. “I spoke to an adoption agency last week,” she deadpanned, a tear pricking the corner of one eye. “I can’t do this alone, Isaac.” 

          Isaac’s world had never been perfect, it might’ve always seemed like so at the beginning and to everyone outside of the Jacobs household. However, after the twins fifth birthday, it all went downhill. Their father’s business took off, following in his grandfather’s footsteps and there was no stopping the whirlwind that came with so much overnight success. He was never home, leaving their mother alone with two kids who were driving her to madness. Eventually, the nannies started showing up and they never saw much of their parents again, not until the day where everything appeared suddenly okay. A family dinner. It was nice, Isaac flawlessly remembers the bright look on his sister’s face that night, he was sure her eyes had never sparkled the same after. Instead of the pleasant family time the children had been desperately craving, their parents announced their divorce. Surely enough, their lives abruptly changed in a matter of weeks.

          “You’re not alone,” the boy assured, the last thing he wanted to be was his father. He had fucked up, that was clear but he wouldn’t leave Dani alone in this mess. That would make him exactly like the man he spent so many years quietly loathing. “What did the agency say? How does that even work?” It was only a matter of time before their secret was known to the world, their parents, his sister — Taylor. “We can do this,” he secured in an unsteady tone.

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          If there was one word that could accurately describe the relationship that existed between Isaac and Taylor, it was: complicated, and even that was an understatement. She probably should have been surprised by him calling her “babe” as if he had never left, but she wasn’t. She didn’t know why she wasn’t, or why she so easily melted when he said she was his. “I’m so mad at you,” she breathed, quite obviously softened by his choice of words but not allowing herself to go there just yet. “You’ll see me tomorrow. Goodnight, Isaac.” 

            “I know,” he breathed in return, knowing she would be even more pissed at him once she realized the reason why he never called. “Goodnight, Taylor.” Even after their call was disconnected the phone remained by his ear for just a few seconds, the thought of calling her back and telling her the whole truth lingering over him but the sounds of a voice coming from the apartment immediately washed those thoughts away. “Coming,” Isaac answered as he slipped the phone in his pocket and made his way back inside.

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          “Oh, but I can,” she returned with a beaming smile, not willing to let an ounce of her own anxieties crack through the surface and instead formulated a cool, confident exterior. Dipping below the water so that her mouth was submerged, she tried her best to form a believable thought. “Mm, playing for a division 1 school like that is a lot of pressure, Luke; you don’t get it.” It was true, and something Andie had given quite a bit of thought to over the last year, but in the end that’s really not what deterred her. She knew she could handle it; she had the skill to back it, the smarts and drive to keep up with her schoolwork. “Besides… I don’t know what I want to be, you know? Why waste my time trying to figure it out 1500 miles away from my dad? It just seems, I don’t know. Foolish.” And again, another thought she’d pondered, one that was swiftly rejected by her father just as she knew it would be by Luke. “Come on, would having me around really be so bad?” she asked, her tone teetering on flirtatious as her lips pulled into a playful smirk, moving closer to him as an act of distraction. 

          She’d told him the truth, but now she wanted a way out, a way to make the moment lighter. Her feet drew her closer and closer to Luke until he was within grasp, a low “Hm?” leaving her lips before allowing a lingering silence to hang the mere inches between them. Sure, this was all a distraction, until of course she was so close that it wouldn’t take much effort at all to plant her lips against his. But in keeping up with the charade, she allowed her desire to help build up suspense… and within moments she was jumping on his shoulders in an attempt to playfully dunk him under the water. 

          Lucas heard the words, the excuses, and ramblings of his best friend, yet not even for a second did the words she was saying sound slightly believable to the boy. He knew Andie, far too well to consider that any of the pretenses she was feeding him were actually legitimate. She was holding back, using fear of incompetence he knew she didn’t have and her father as some sort of way to make him accept that she was staying in town. “Bullshit,” Lucas simply stated, not buying whatever it was that she was selling. “Having you around could never be bad for me, Dee. But, we’re not talking about me here, this is about you and the future you’ve always wanted. The one that you’ve worked hard for, you deserve it.”

          The intensity of their conversation seemed to wash away with the sudden proximity of their bodies, the way she was looking at him now held Luke’s gaze and it was impossible to look away from her. He was mesmerized. “Fuck,” Lucas whispered, terrified that lines were going to be crossed, but how could he not lean into her stare? It felt like Andie was calling him with just her eyes, for a few seconds they were silent and nothing felt heavier than the sound of everyone around them screaming and laughing. “You’re beautiful —,” the words just barely out of his lips, as he leaned in only to be caught off guard by the blonde jumping on him. He went from the heat rising through his body one second, to the coldness of the water around him the next. Once he managed to wrap his arms around her and steady himself above water, Luke met her gaze once more. This time she wasn’t going anywhere, as his hands firmly gripped both of her arms, keeping her close to him. “You are really beautiful, Andie.” He didn’t move at first, allowing his words to linger in the air for just a few seconds before his eyes were shut and he was leaning into her, crashing his hungry lips against her soft pink ones, there was no going back from this but for the very first time, Lucas didn’t care. 

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          “Mmm, I dunno. You’re interesting to me? I know all of them; contrary to what y’all see, I even know how deep Taylor’s brain goes, and yeah it’s just as scary as you think it would be,” he muttered towards the others with a snicker, head lolling back and forth before returning his attention to Izzy. “But you… We’ve known each other for years, and yet you’re kinda an enigma. We’ve never hung out alone, and I’m not taking that personally or anything don’t get me wrong. Just… wanna know you is all. That cool?” Honesty flowed out of Greyson like oxygen; he was always willing to throw caution to the wind if it meant getting straight to the point. When disappointment was such a huge part of day-to-day reality, the chance for more of it just didn’t seem as daunting at a certain point. 

          “You’re kidding?” he asked in disbelief as he swam closer to the girl who he had been so convinced could probably do anything. “Ya wanna learn? As long as you’re able to tread water, I can get you out there.“

            An involuntary laugh escaped Isabelle’s throat as he spoke about the dark corners of Taylor’s brains, something she had suspected for a long time now so it was rather nice to have some sort of confirmation. She never exactly understood why the blonde spent so much time with her brother, besides enjoying causing trouble the two seemed to have nothing else in common. “Yeah, okay,” she responded quietly. Izzy never had much time to simply hang out and when she did so, it was usually with the other girls and mostly relating to school work. The brunette was far too focused on herself to have deep conversations or to spend time being deciphered by some boy. At least, until now.

            “No, I’m not.” Isabelle returned with a sigh, it wasn’t like her to joke about being incompetent, Grey knew at least that much. His immediate proximity caused the brunette to bring her hands up to her chest again, though she was more than sure he couldn’t see anything she couldn’t help but feel entirely exposed. “Sure, but how? I’m not to keen on the idea of drowning.”

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         A spark of disappointment flashed across Grey’s features as the woman shot him down, his bottom lip puling up into what could be perceived as an amused frown. “Childish sure, and sure this is a fine spot - kinda rocky though; it’s where all the minnows hang out… I remember as a kid my siblings and I would spend hours on our stomachs trying to catch one,” he returned fondly with a laugh - simpler times of course. “But if I’m being honest, and you know I always am. I just wanted a little alone time with ya,” he informed earnestly. While there was a part of him that knew she would most likely object to even that, there was still a part of him that thought she might actually want to… had his best friend not been swimming nearby. Maybe that was just his male ego talking; he couldn’t be positive. “I get it though… I’m no Luke, right?”  

            “Why do you want alone time with me?” Isabelle questioned, slightly confused by the suddenness of his statement. Especially now, when she was half naked in a dark beach full of teenagers. Then, at the mention of Luke’s name, the brunette instantly blushed, she knew exactly why he was naming him but the fact that her feelings might’ve been obvious to Grey, somehow made her feel inadequate. “No, it’s not that,” she stated quietly, moving in just a tad closer. “I can’t swim, okay? That’s why I can’t race or go anywhere other than here. It’s not a you problem, Greyson. It’s me.”

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What’s your excuse? For acting the way we do?

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          “Yes, you are,” Taylor assured in emphatic agreement as her throat started to burn from holding in the sobs that wanted to escape her. She did get what he was saying; perhaps she always knew exactly why he didn’t ever face her and tell her he was leaving her behind. What she couldn’t understand was why he did in the first place. Taylor loved Isaac with every ounce of her ability; she never doubted that he felt similarly for her, so when he evaporated into thin air, it flipped her entire world upside down. Months were spent trying to bandage a wound she was sure would never heal until eventually… she was fine. Broken, but able to get through her days thanks to her friends, thanks to Riley making sure she took care of herself.

          His apology pushed those sobs right out of her throat, her thumb flying up to wipe away the tears that were flooding her eyes. She’d forgive him eventually; she didn’t hate him. “Ugh fuck,” she groaned as her breathing started to hitch. She couldn’t hate him; she wasn’t capable of it. “I really missed you,” Taylor continued to sob as her palm smoothed against her forehead. “Like really, really fucking missed you.”

            His chest heaved quickly the second she started to cry, Isaac wanted nothing more than to be close to her right now. He wanted to wrap his arms around her small frame and show her just how much she meant to him. “I’ve missed you too babe,” he spoke quietly, the guilt expanding through every inch of his body, making him feel like a total piece of shit for not telling her the truth. “You have no idea how much. I’ve needed you every single day since I’ve been here, Tay. I thought you’d be better off If I didn’t call, honestly.” He still felt the same way, there was no need for her to get tangled up in the mess he had made of things, but how could he say that now when she was breaking down miles away from him? 

            “You’re my girl,” he voiced, although he had never gathered the courage to throw the word love at her, that was his preferred way of letting the blonde know how he felt. “Fuck, I wish you were here right now.”