Page 10 of Finding Isaac (Foggy Basin Season Two)

Tig

Isaac: Where the fuck are you?

Tig: Just getting the pizza, I’ll be there soon. Is there anything else you want?

Isaac: I can think of a few things ??

Tig: I’ll be right there.

I picked up some soda and bottles of the lemonade he’d brought for lunch because I wasn’t sure I wanted to drink beer and work tomorrow.

One of the joys of not being twenty anymore that I tried not to dwell on.

After loading everything into my truck I drove the short distance to his house.

That was something I did sort of miss about living here, nothing was too far away.

But as a teenager it was suffocating and made me want to leave as soon as I was able to get out.

It felt like everyone knew everything I did, or if they didn’t, they thought they did.

Isaac’s house was one of the small homes that all looked the same and were owned by the same landlord.

They were all kept nice and most of the people that lived in them had lived here when I was in high school.

The street was quiet as I pulled up to his house and after adjusting the pizzas and drinks in my arms, I hurried up to the door.

As I was standing there trying to figure out how to knock, the door flew open.

“Get in here, I’m starving,” Isaac said as he simultaneously grabbed the pizzas and kissed me. “What did you get?” He set the boxes down on the counter, opened the box and rubbed his hands together like an evil villain that was planning on taking everything.

“Save some for me,” I said, drawing a laugh from him. He took a slice out and after taking a bite, held it out for me.

“This is so good, thank you,” he said before kissing me again.

“Thank you. Did you figure out what we’re watching?”

“Yes, well I have a few for you to choose from.” He took out two plates and put three slices of pizza on each before pouring us both a glass of lemonade. We carried everything to the living room and sat on the couch using the coffee table to eat from. “Now, are you in the mood for scary or funny?”

I took a bite of pizza and thought about it for a moment. “How about something scary and then something funny?”

“Perfect,” Isaac said and turned on the flatscreen. “I saw this advertised and thought it might be good.” He played the trailer to a movie about a group of people who go looking for their friend and end up trapped in a haunted hotel where they die every night but come back to life the next day.

“It’s like Groundhog Day ,” I said.

“What’s that?” Isaac asked.

“It’s an old movie. We can watch it next if you want.”

“Sure, I’m up for anything,” he said before making sure I saw him look me up and down.

“Oh, I know you are,” I said, not even taking the time to deny it. He’d made his feelings very clear, but I appreciated he respected what I wanted too. No matter how hard it was turning out to be.

He grinned and leaned in for a kiss before starting the movie which turned out to be a murder fest with lots of weird monsters sprinkled in.

It wasn’t great, but it was entertaining, and we laughed at some of the scenes that were meant to be scary but really weren’t.

By the time it was over we’d eaten both pizzas and were relaxed against each other on the couch.

“Okay, well that was—I don’t know what that was,” Isaac said and blew out a deep breath.

“It was weird.” I chuckled. “Let’s watch Groundhog Day .” After finding it he snuggled in close to me and we watched as the same theme was used in a totally different way.

“Who is this guy?”

“Who?” I asked.

“The guy that keeps repeating the day.”

“Oh, that’s Bill Murray, he used to be on Saturday Night Live years ago,” I explained.

“Wow, was that during the age of antenna?” Isaac said and shook with the laughter he tried to hide.

“Well, when I lived here it was,” I said, and he burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, I was kidding. It did take forever to get Wi-Fi though.” He smiled at me, and I reconsidered everything I’d said earlier and pulled him onto my lap.

“You’re making it really hard for me to take the time to know you a little better.” My voice was rough with desire for him, but at that moment, I couldn’t make myself care. I leaned in to kiss him and just before our lips met, he spoke.

“Good,” he murmured and kissed me. His tongue found mine and he gripped the back of my head, and I forgot all about the movie. There was nothing but him.