Isaac Lahey x Y/n McCall · Y/n story by @theodoreswife

Thursday night. The McCall house. Dinner plates scraped clean, and the only sound was the clatter of a fork against ceramic.

Scott McCall

wiping his mouth Mom, this was great.

Melissa McCall

smiling, but her eyes flicker to the hallway You boys done? Isaac, you barely touched your green beans.

Isaac Lahey

staring at the opposite wall, but his gaze is locked on Y/n Oh. Yeah. Just, uh, not hungry.

Melissa McCall

standing, collecting plates Right. Well, Y/n, can you help me clear?

Isaac’s hands stay frozen on the table edge. He doesn’t move when Scott pushes his chair back. He doesn’t blink.

Scott McCall

grabbing Isaac’s shoulder Dude. You coming, or what?

Isaac Lahey

snaps out of it, stands too fast, almost knocking his chair over Yeah. Coming. walks past Y/n, close enough to smell her shampoo