One x One discussion

Isabel chuckled and sighed. "You could've told me... I actually waited... I know its really stupid.." She blushed and chuckled, shaking her head. She dropped the topic, as she saw he was getting impatient. He was NEVER impatient with her! This hurt. She swallowed hard, and buckled up, tapping her foot. "I'm nervous. What if I seem boring? I'm not as social as you. Or interesting." She teased and played with her red curls. The only interesting thing guys found about her, was her red hair. She put hair behind her ear, tapping her foot a little more. She turned the radio, and sang along softly to Maroon 5, singing beautifully. She leaned her head on the window, and played with her fingers, closing her eyes and getting ino singing the song.

((Uhm, First, I'm sorry Coc, for the interuption and second, I can't carry on. I always try and reply and it doesn't go through... I went to your profile, and it said this memeber does not exist or something. So I thought you blocked me...)

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"If you wanted to know you should have asked. There's no secrets between us, right?" Finn was done talking about this. He couldn't believe that she actually waited for him. The thought made him feel uneasy. So he stopped thinking about it and backed out of the driveway, heading down the street. "Oh, you're incredibly interesting. Lack of social skills does not mean you're boring. You have a great personality, Isabel. Not many people can say that about themselves. Including me." He rolled his window down as the heat overpowered his car. Then Finn listened to her sing along. He didn't remember her having such an amazing voice. But there were a lot of things that he didn't remember about her. Which was kind of disappointing. He wanted to remember but since moving here he couldn't.

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Isabel rolled her eyes. "Yeah. Cause my love for vintage music is interesting. And I am in love with Teletubies. No SIXTEEN your old girl should like Teletubies at that age!" She chuckled as he did and shook her head. "I regret wearing this sweater." She whispered and took the sweater off, reaching to the back and putting it in the boot. She sat back in her seat and saw they pulled up to a HUGE house. No suprise. Finn was loaded. So obviously Becca had to be. He probably goes to private school. She was never as rich as him. She got out the car, pulling her top down, but it just went a bit down, so her flat stomach was showing. She giggled when Finn picked her up then put her down again. "Stop that." She smiled and hit his chest lightly. She waited as she knocked on the door, running her fingers through her red curls.

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Finn laughed. "Well, maybe you're slightly strange. But your love of Teletubies makes you... unique, I guess." He drove on in silence, glancing at her when she took her sweater off. "Hey, no stripping in the car," Finn joked as they pulled up to Becca's house. He grinned when he saw Isabel's awestruck look. "What, you've never seen a nice house before?" He knocked and waited for Becca to open the door. She did a few seconds later, smiling at Finn and Bel. "Hey Finn! Oh, and you must be Isabel. Finn talks about you all the time." Finn rolled his eyes and stepped inside her house. She had rearranged all the furniture since he had last been over. "What's up with all the redecorating?" Becca shrugged, plopping down onto a chair. "I like it better like this. It's cozy." She eyed Isabel and Finn. "Sit down, guys! I don't want things to be awkward between us." Finn sat, pulling Bel down next to him. "So Isabel," Becca said when they were all seated, "What made you decide to come visit this idiot?" She tousled his hair.

Isabel smiled, and blushed when he pulled her down. "He's my best friend. I've missed him lots." She said and glanced at Finn, smiling. She bit down on her lip lightly, and turned to Becca again. "How'd you two meet?" She asked trying to make a conversation. She felt Finn's hand on her thigh, and felty her skin go hot. She felt like she couldn't breathe. She looked up at Becca who was giggling and smirking. Sbe blushed and tucked some hair behind her ear, trying to focus. This always happened when they were with other people, and he did things like kiss her cheek, and so on.

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Finn opened his mouth to speak but Becca started talking before he could. "Now that is an interesting story. We were both at a strip club-" Finn immediately interrupted her. "We were not, Becca. I would appreciate it if you would tell her the right story." Becca grinned. "Okay, okay, we didn't meet at a strip club. I was walking home from work one day and Finn nearly ran me over with his car. I'm pretty sure he was partially drunk, but he denies it to this day. That is how we actually met. What was it, three years ago?" Finn nodded, leaning into Isabel. "And we've been friends ever since," Becca said, finishing up the story. "What about you guys?" She looked at them expectantly.

'We've been best friend's ever since.' 'Best friends.' 'BEST. FRIENDs' Isabel thought Finn and her were best friends? Finn is hers... Well.. Not anymore. She pursed her lips and tucked her red curls behind her ear, but it just flopped back onto her fresh face. She looked up at her and smiled, her heart racing, Don't cry, babe. Be strong. "Uh..." She cleared her throat, smiling. "Uh, we were 6. Everyone thought I was pretty wierd for having red hair. They called me tomato head, and.." She glanced at Finn, then at Becca. "Finny told me he liked my hair. And he liked that it was frizzy. He told me he doesn't like tomato's, but if I was one, he'd eat me." She smiled and chewed on her lip, She was about to say 'We've been best friend's ever since,' but she felt like she would be lying. So she ended the story off with a small chuckle. Isabel felt her stomach twist in knocts, her skin felt hot, she got dizzy. And this time? It didn't fee good. None of it did.

"He would eat you?" Becca burst out laughing. "I could never picture him saying anything like that. Do you still hate tomatoes, Finn?" Finn thought for a second and nodded. "They taste bad. But if Isabel was a tomato she would be delicious." Becca laughed again, standing up. "I'll be right back." And she disappeared from the room and headed up the stairs. Finn immediately turned to Bel. "Isabel, are you feeling all right?" Finn muttered into her ear, concern written clearly on his face. If she was indeed feeling sick then they would leave. He grabbed her hand in his. "We can leave, I don't mind. I can talk to Becca some other time." He wanted her to enjoy her visit here and not hang around someone she barely knew if she was starting to get sick.

Isabel glanced at him and fell back on the couch, rubbing her head, "Yeah. Just a little headache. You guys are best friend's..." She whispered and shook her head. "I'm not... I'm not feeling good." She whispered and shook her head, standing up. She held her head, and clutched onto her hair a bit, walking out of the house. 'Best friend's ever since.'... She was being replaced. He didn't know, but Isabel had been having a hard time making friends ever since he left! She has 2 friends. Other than that? He's all she's got. She knows its pathetic. Being 16 and barely have friends. She got into the car, and just wanted to leave. She felt like she was interupting everything. Making things difficult for Finn. She didn't feel like his best friend anymore...

Finn wanted to follow her out and ask what her problem was but he had to wait until Becca came back downstairs. "What the hell? Where did she go?" Finn pointed outside and headed for the door. "She's not feeling well. I'm going to take her home." Becca pouted but knew there was no stopping him. "Fine. Text me later, okay?" He nodded and walked outside, getting into the car without looking at Isabel. "Are you really not feeling well or is this about what Becca said before? Because it's not true, all right? Maybe I'm her best friend but she isn't mine. YOU are." He sighed, driving down the street as fast as legally possible. "I know you are jealous of her, Isabel. Please don't deny it. But believe me when I say that Becca and I are just friends. Nothing more. And speaking of which, did you expect me to move all the way over here and not make any new friends? Because you're sure acting like it."

Isabel stared at him, her mouth open. She closed her mouth and hugged herself, "Finn... I want nothing else but happiness for you! I understand that you have friends, kay? I know. I can't help but feel like I'm being replaced. Your always snapping at me, when I tell you something. Your, different. Finn, of course I'm jealous of Becca! She's everything I'm not! Funny, easy going, Pretty. I'm trying to take it all in. But its a lot. Smoking. Sleeping with girls. Becca? I can't. Its a lot. I'm ALONE, Finn. I'm a fucking loser. And sad all the time. Your here, in the UK, the only person I know I can trust to open up too. And were fighting?" She mumbled and hugged herself. "I've just missed you, so much, Finn. And now that I'm finally with you, your not what I expected. I feel like I'm intruding. Like... I don't belong." She mumbled and felt the car stop at the house. She got out, and took her sweater, running into the house. She walked to her room, putting her hair in a bun, holding her head when she sat on the bed, frustrated.

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"I'm trying to help you, Isabel! I've been complimenting you and trying to make you feel comfortable while you're here! I want you to have a good time, but the only thing you've done so far is gotten jealous and acted all depressed." He shook his head, annoyed. "Smoking and sleeping around don't affect you in any way, do they? They have nothing to do with you. So why the hell do you care if I'm different?" Finn sighed when she ran into the house. They both needed some time to cool down so he remained in his car for a few extra minutes, trying to collect himself. When he felt his anger disappear he slowly got out of the car and walked inside, throwing his keys on the counter. Then he headed upstairs to Isabel's room to apologize. "Bel? I'm sorry for getting mad... I've missed you too. And yes, I have changed. But that doesn't make me like you any less."

((Sorry it's short! Also, I'm probably going to end up leaving this group. There were too many notifications so I turned them off but now I have to manually check to see if you responded. :/ If you want to continue this rp in messages we can, but I'm sick of having to search through all of the discussions to find this roleplay. :/))