isaac.

  Isaac laughed and scratched his own nose. “You can poke my nose as much as you want.” He shrugged and shoved his hands in his pockets. He raised an eyebrow at the boy. “Is there a reason you’re so baffled by my acceptance?” He wondered. After all, Isaac believed it was clear that he was interested.

“Fine.  Open season on nose poking.  Remember.  You started this war,” he laughed lifting one foot to rest on the wall he leaned against.  “Sorry.  I was hoping it wasn’t that obvious.” Blaine shot an embarrassed grin up at the other boy.  “Uhm. Let’s say it has nothing to do with you and more with the seriously bad stroke of luck I seem to not be able to turn around.  Maybe today’s the day where things go on the upswing?  If I got a date with you?  That has to be the case.”