FanFiction story! Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Old Friends, New Lives 1

It was weird seeing him after so long. He changed so much. He was standing over a box, unpacking some of his things when I came in. He turned around and gave the most warmest smiles I’ve seen.2

“Long time no see,” Isaac said as he hopped over the box to greet me. We hugged and it felt great to be with one of my friends, one of my real friends. It’s been nearly a year since I’ve seen him, since I’ve seen any of my actual friends. 3

“You have no idea,” I said still in Isaac’s bear hug. He changed so much, it’s like I was hugging a different person. He had definitely worked out, but what I didn’t expect was him to look the same as when we all went to the dance at the end of summer. He looked like one of the Angst Crows got him.4

Finally releasing me from his hold Isaac stepped back and took a good look at me. I guess I’ve changed somewhat since last year. I dressed more like a girl, and I actually did something with my hair, but I still looked like that techy lesbian.5

“You look good,” I said trying to break the silence that was there for so long. Isaac looked down at himself and nodded in agreement, I guess some things will never change.6

“So do you,” Isaac said but I could only laugh. “Liar,” I said. I still basically looked like a dork, but it was a nice lie.7

“Am not!” Isaac said like a kid. He could always make me laugh. “Are to!” I returned the little kid comment with one of my own. “Come on, Nic, you look good. Face it, you’re gonna get guys.”8

“You know, I actually like getting guys, I just happen to like getting girls also.” I’m proud in being bi, but it gets on my nerves when people just assume you go one way.9

“Well, I only like the females,” Isaac started toward the box he was unpacking. “Wanna help?”10

“Not really,” I went over there and the box was filled with a everything needed for a stereo system. No wonder Isaac would wanna unpack this first. 11

Since last summer, when I first met Isaac, we’ve kept touch threw e-mail and IM. We both decided on Reed College, and we just figured it would be better if we just get an apartment and split it 50/50. It would be a lot easier to share a place with someone you know, rather than a complete stranger.12

We didn’t actually have too much stuff. There was the stereo system, which neither of us could live without. I had a stuff for my room, and Isaac had stuff for his, and since he got here first he got the better room. But the only other things we would share was a couch and a T.V., by the time all the boxes were out of the living room, It was empty.13

We sat on the couch, which was a comfy as walking in a pair of stilettoes for 8 hours straight. Isaac seemed different (already said that), but I wanted to ask him why he was different. I wanted to know what had changed him so much that would make him like this. Someone I didn’t seem to know.14

Then it came to me, the divorce. The previous summer, Isaac’s parents divorced, the stupid thing was that he was a t summer camp when this happened. Looks like the parents didn’t want to face their child when they announced it. Though the divorce would explain it all. A lot of my friends (the tech friends) had a stage of rebellion for the first couple of years after their parents split.15

I felt terrible. I loved my parents, and I wonder if I would have rebelled if my parents divorced. I have to be honest, it’s hard for me to put my place in Isaac’s shoes. If this is how Isaac was taking it, I didn’t want to imagine what his little sister was going through. She was young, and to have your parents split, that must be hell. 16

I turned and looked at Isaac. He seemed relaxed and calm. Maybe the move away from his parents was good. Maybe he’ll become himself again, maybe. 17

“How’s Katrina?” I asked in turn to break the silence. Isaac and her started going out the summer we met, and they’ve been together since. I hope, I haven’t talked to Katrina in decades, and Isaac isn’t big with talking about his personal life.18

“I’d be the wrong person to answer that.” Oh, they must of broken up. My god, I am the worst at making small talk. I always say the wrong thing. I would love if someone would just write me a script so I would say just the right thing.19

“So-.”20

“Hey, I’m tired. I’m gonna go sleep. We’ll talk later, Ok, Nic?” I nodded. If I wasn’t feeling bad before, this would make my sunny day a thunderstorm. I just chased away Isaac.