As they began the second game, Chuck shook his head before he let a snobby scoff escape his lips. “I wish they would at least offer some kind of challenge. Am I right?” He asked looked to his partners before his expression changed. “Ah, never mind. I suppose for people of your level… this would be a challenge.” He said towards Jackson with a condescending smirk before he observed the objects on the table. “One of you should go first, since if I lead the game it’ll only be embarrassing. Plus, we want to win, don’t we? I mean we probably will win. I’m on the team, which makes automatically we become the best team.. since no one can be better than me at anything.” He pointed out. It wasn’t entirely clear if he was reminding himself or letting them know. “So, you go first.” He said pointing to Jackson before turning to Isaac and Elliot. “And then you guys. And then I’ll go last. To make the lasting impression.” He said with a chuckle. “If you guys fuck up and don’t come up with something great… well I’m at my wits end with this stupid open house so I might punch one of you.” He said, a smile on his face but his jaw was clearly clenched.
Raising his brows a bit when Chuck spoke, Jackson’s instinct was to just follow along; agree that there wasn’t much of a challenge to any of these activities, try his best to fall under the teen’s radar for just a while longer, just until the open house hours ended. However, just before he had the chance, Chuck continued and Jackson’s expression fell flat again. Jackson swayed his gaze toward Isaac, shooting him a look that almost head ‘see what I mean?’ as the fourteen year old proceeded to murmur to himself about how great he was. This had to be some kind of joke. Jackson almost felt bad for asking Isaac and Elliot to bear the teen with him when they had already enough of the handful with the twins.
He hesitated uncomfortably when Chuck finally pointed to him; half-wondering how he could manage to be so physically intimidated by a boy so much younger than him. Complying should have come easily, but Chuck, of course, had to take it upon himself to end his declaration in the threat. “Alight, Chuck… yeah… no one needs to get punched today…” Jackson insisted timidly as he finally walked past the small group and to the table of objects. Inhaling, Jackson chose the shoe, taking a moment to pretend to be punching buttons on it before lifting it to his ear. Sure, it was probably nowhere near the level that Chuck ‘expected’ him to be performing at, but Jackson was just about ready to try and get this day over with. @elliotgdi @theisaacking
Isaac's grin only widened at Alek's sleepiness and her reluctance to get out of bed. He could hardly blame her, given the fact that hour was so early that the sun hadn't even begun to rise, but then his plans depended pretty heavily upon that fact, and he couldn't exactly relent and let her sleep longer. "No not yet. But I bet if you come out to play it'll give her more reason to want to come out too." He replied with a small chuckle and a nod of his head, reaching his hand to the one she had placed on his cheek and holding it there like the precious thing that it was. After a few seconds of savoring in the feeling of her touch, he let go of her hand, and got up off the bed, clapping his hands together. "Come on my Alekzandria, you don't want to keep her waiting, and make her spend Valentine's Day all alone now do you?" He prompted, his grin pulling further across his lips even as he crossed his arms over his chest, looking down at her expectantly. "Plus, if you're going to be playing with her all morning, then you're going to need to eat a good breakfast you know... Like a plate of waffles, perhaps" He added, hinting of course, that breakfast was the first stop on his plans for the day.
A breathy and pleasant hum eased from her lips with the feeling of Isaac placing his hand over hers, her grin growing even still. When Isaac pulled away and got back to his feet, Alek's hand fell back to her side on the mattress, her lashes fluttering as her eyes finally opened to see him when he did. "No, of course not." She interjected with a warm giggle, lifting both of her hands to brush the hair off of either sides of her face. She kept her eyes on him when he continued, and she beamed with the mention of waffles, her recent warm giggle quickly shifting to a fluttered giddiness as she excitedly kicked her legs beneath her covers. Alek released a long and dramatic sounding sigh, though was hardly playing it up. There was a certain exhilaration washing through her with the excitement for the day, excited to know what Isaac had planned for the earlier half of their day. Wasting no more time, she leaped out from under her covers, and stood up onto her mattress. She peered down at Isaac and took only a couple seconds to clap her hands together eagerly, before pressing her palms together and lifting her hands to the side of her face. "Tell me what to wear." She mused cutely and pulling her lip into her mouth as she gestured for him to choose something from her closet; feeling like a little doll awaiting her appropriate attire for whatever he had planned for her that morning.
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Waking up to the sound of Isaac’s sweet voice, Alek stirred a bit, a delicate grin beginning to pull at her lips even before her eyes were willing to open. “Mhmm,” she hummed sweetly in response to his words, unable to fully wake just yet. That morning would mark Alek’s first day celebrating Valentine’s Day in a formal sense, having never been in an official relationship during the holiday before, and because of this, her nerves and excitement swarmed her for perhaps days leading up to the occasion. It had taken her a lot longer to fall asleep than usual the previous night, having been both too excited for the following day and also having tried her best to finish organizing her half of the plans. Blindly, Alek reached a hand up to find Isaac’s face, carefully placing her fingers against his collarbone and neck and gradually placing it higher, against his jaw, until finally she found his cheek, her delicate grin pulling a bit more across her lips. “You’re so nice.” She murmured sleepily. “Is she out to play yet?”
The moment that Isaac's eyes opened in the wee hours of the morning of February 14th, he wasted no time in shedding the sheets and leaving his bed behind him. After flicking on his bedroom light, a necessary step due to the fact that the sky outside was still dark, he moved around the room with an excitable energy as he got himself ready for the day ahead, each and every step he took having some bounce in it. He had been looking forward to this day for weeks, and now that it was finally here, he could barely contain his excitement. As he checked his reflection in the mirror one final time before leaving the room, he grinned before letting out a small giddy laugh, which prompted him to shake his head at himself whilst still grinning as he turned away from his reflection and headed out the door.
It seemed almost strange to him that the school could be so quiet whilst he himself was feeling so giddily excited to the point where he could hardly contain it. He knew, of course, that in a few hours time, everyone would wake up, and then some of that Valentine's Day excitement would become palpable in the air, but he wouldn't be around for that. As he arrived at his destination, he had to exercise a great deal of self control to keep himself from bursting through the door and loudly declaring it to be Valentine's Day, instead quietly letting himself into Alek's room and placing a soft kiss against her forehead as he gently stirred her, his face stuck in a grin. "Rise and shine sunflower. You don't want to miss the sun's rays on Valentine's Day." He said softly, with a light chuckle.
