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"Motherfff..."

Isaac figures this has to be some kind of retribution or revenge or something that the universe is conspiring against him because he's been avoiding Beacon Hills to try not to cope with the weird shit and instead, it happens to him here, again. After the last time he'd spent a few weeks as a girl, he's pretty sure it's the one thing that makes him distrust the hotel and maybe the one thing that makes him think that hiding out here isn't as safe as he wants to think it is and yeah, maybe he should go home.

Right now, though, he's coping with the fact that he'd jogged inside from his run, walked through the front door, of all places, and suddenly his clothes are too big again and the hair is all over his face and one quick glance down shows him yup, he's got a rack again.

Isaac tips his head to the ceiling, frustration singing through him as he wonders why the hell he can't just get a normal sign from the universe, like a signed note or something. Hell, even a voicemail would've been nice, but instead he's got to deal with this.

Letting out a frustrated breath, Isaac hikes his way to the nearest sofa and sits down so he can bend over to retie the sneakers that are suddenly way too big for his feet. He'd wandered in and out of the front door, but nothing. At this point, he's wondering if maybe the only thing that will let him go back to normal is going back to Beacon Hills.

He needs to find the door first and right now, he needs to fix his shoes and get a ridiculous amount of hair out of his face. He blows strands of it out of his eyes with the force of sheer frustration, blinking rapidly when his vision clears and he finds that he's so not alone.

"Uh, hey?" Isaac offers, peering down and slapping a hand to his chest when his tank top is way more revealing than it was when he left for his run. Cheeks flushed red, he lets out another vivid curse under his breath and slumps back against the padded couch. "I'm not trying to flash you, I swear."

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Isaac smirks as he settles back against the couch with legs apart and feeling pretty good about his looks. "I make a pretty guy, too," is his reply, seeing as he doesn't exactly lack confidence about that. Still, it's pretty hard to deal with suddenly more curls and he swats them slightly away from his face. "Second time this has happened to me," he bitches. "It's like I'm not allowed to hide out here or this place freaks."

"You do," she agreed, even if he wasn't quite her type - as a boy or a girl. Then her head cocked at his words. "That's the second time you've mentioned hiding. Is there something back home you're staying away from? Something to do with the memory stealing bad guy lair?"

"Just imagine a bunch of bad stuff," Isaac advises, because if he gets into the details, his life starts to sound really complicated and pathetic. "And throw it all in a blender with some bad guys, worse guys, and weird monsters, and that's pretty much my life." Though, now that most of Beacon Hills is turning up here, Isaac has to wonder if going back to Beacon Hills hadn't been on the books for a while.

Bella thought about it for a moment, then nodded. "I see your point. Faced with that, I wouldn't be in any hurry to go back to it. But do you really think it's the hotel? Or just the weird doors that turn up when you least expect them. I mean, I've pulled open the Rome door about ten times now and it's probably the one place I don't dare go."

"I've been to Rome," Isaac says, which isn't the real one he doesn't think, just the old one. "I'm pretty sure it's a door here, though. I mean, it always happens when I go through a door, but the front door? That's a new one," he says, fumbling with the curls as they fall in his eyes again. "Do you have a hair tie or something? This is ridiculous," he huffs.

"It's going to have me thinking twice before I step through anything with a threshold from now on," Bella nodded but even as she thought it, she knew that there was a strong chance this place would find a way.

"I don't, but I know how to braid," Bella said with a wave towards her own long hair. "That'll keep it from getting into your face all the time."

"That's probably gonna feel weirder," Isaac deadpans, because he's not sure he wants to be walking around with a braid in case he goes back to normal and it carries over. He pushes to his feet, swaying when the center of balance is off. "Maybe we should just find the door? If I can switch back, that'd be awesome."

"All right," Bella shrugged, "but I think you'd look even prettier with braids." The smile she gave Isaac was perfect innocence, which meant she was teasing him unmercifully.

"If you want to stop by my room on the grand door expedition, I can get you a hair tie there."

He feels like he'd look like some kind of hipster woodland sprite and Isaac isn't sure he has the brain capacity to deal with that right now because all his mental power is going towards trying to ignore his tits. "Yeah, that's a good idea," he says. "For all I know, it's any door. Last time this happened, the door to the bowling alley made me a guy again."

"So this never happened to you, huh?" He's starting to feel picked on by doors, of all things.

"Nope, not once," Bella said with a shake of her head, "but I don't go through many doors. My door to the forest, my home, sometimes the library or the gardens. Oh, and I went to prom once with Adam. Apart from that, I stay away. I had something of a bad experience in one. Maybe that's why?"

"Usually I check," he admits. "I wait and I check and if it's safe, I go through, but it was the front door," he complains again, thinking that it's going to keep coming up. "Some things are supposed to be safe." Plus, it's not like there was a neon sign telling him to watch out. He'd just walked through and bam, instant change. "Prom?" he echoes. "There's seriously prom here, too?"

"There is, and it's pretty amazing," Bella agreed with a nod, starting to pull open the doors as they pass them. "Or maybe that's just who you end up going with?"

She smiled, remembering that fabulous night with Adam.

Isaac's pretty sure he's not going to make it to his actual own prom, but that has more to do with Beacon Hills being unable to do a single event without there being a large number of deaths, whether werewolves or darachs or whatever the nemeton is going to bring. "So you and some Adam guy, huh? You're a thing?"

"Yeah, we're a thing," Bella answered with a wide smile. "He's made me the happiest I can remember being..ever. Might not mean a whole lot with the whole memory loss thing, but happy is good, you know?"

"I've been single pretty much my whole life, so hey, being with someone is pretty good," he says with a shrug, not that he knows. Sure, he and Erica had fooled around, but her attention had always drifted more in Boyd's direction than his. "Still, prom?" he echoes. "What's that even like?"

"Oh, you know. A mix of overly cute and utterly tasteless dresses, loud music, guys extremely uncomfortable in formal wear," Bella laughed. "The only thing it was missing was the chaperone telling us we were dancing too close together."

Isaac's, like, one hundred percent sure that if he went to prom, something evil would turn up and ruin it. "At least you have someone like that in your life," Isaac says. "I mean, I'm not exactly looking for it, but it's not like I have it. And sometimes I'm jealous of the people who do, because they seem like they have everything together."

"I don't know how much we have together, with me being pretty much lethal to him if my teeth ever break his skin or I lose control of my strength at any time we're together," Bella said with a shrug, "but we're making it work the best way we know how."

"And prom," is Isaac's reply, still finding it beyond weird to hear all of this in the register of a girl's voice, which is kind of fucking with his head. "I pray to god I don't end up there, too. Like this? There? I might actually have to rethink whether this place is actually out to get me,"

"I wouldn't worry too much," Bella replied, tongue in cheek, "I'm sure someone would ask you to dance."

Isaac snorts, picking up some of his hair as he opens the door to his room, holding his breath with hope as he steps through (nope, nothing). "Looking like this, I'm kind of not wanting to do much dancing. I think I'd have a panic attack," he admits.

"If anything would make you panic it would be how much of your boobs are probably spilling out of the dress. I mean, the guys will enjoy it, but you'll feel like you're one sneeze away from flashing the whole room."

She looked down at her own chest. "Not that I've ever had that problem, but you do hear things."

Isaac opens his mouth to say that he's never had that problem when she keeps talking and then his panic turns to a smirk. "I bet your date liked it, though," he points out, since he's totally a red-blooded male and knows he'd like it, too.

"I'm hardly the kind of girl who flashes and tells," Bella replied with a smile that turned into a laugh.

"No, but apparently I could be." He reaches for his drawer and grabs out the sweater and the sweatpants that he'd shoved away the last time this happened, giving Bella a slightly frantic look. "I mean, I get that we're friend and everything, but I could go for not flashing you right now."