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open to : mascs .

“ look , it's fine ― i don't need an apology , or anything . it's been so long ... i'm over it . ”

◝ ' open to mascs / fems : please read my info underneath the ' read more ' in my pinned post before replying .

❝ how can you say you love me . . . ? you don't even know me , not really . ❞

Izzy was narrowly escaping the rowdiness erupting from the Kincaid house, slightly drunk and in a dreamlike haze as screams and shouts of glee still audible from even outside the home. The air was cool and balmy as it whipped his skin, flying at what felt like a rapid pace on his skateboard, and for a moment, Isaac wondered if he were the only person on campus, hell, in the world. After all, there were times Yates did feel like the whole world. Every face became familiar in a matter of months, if not from a class, then from an unnecessarily frivolous and colorful extravaganza that made the shitty house parties he used to frequent in Los Angeles look like juvenile territory. Izzy shut his eyes for only a moment, blissfully in solitude… Or so he thought. It wasn’t until they snapped back open that what he was sure was a ghost or apparition of some sort appeared right before his eyes, causing him to gasp and launch from his board in a less than graceful manner. “Holy fuck!” His arms flailed before he blinked yet again, now clearly seeing that it was a girl and not some spirit. Grinning sheepishly and regretfully as he retrieved his board, his lips pressed together in a straight line. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized before his brow furrowed. “Wait, do I know you? You look familiar as shit.” @inesbarnett