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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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"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."

Bella giggled and turned her back, giving him...her...privacy. "I promise I won't peak just in case you switch back and me girlish sensibilities are offended or something."

Isaac's still grateful for the promise, being quick about getting on the sports bra (since Isaac doesn't really want to operate actual clasps right now) and sweatpants with a t-shirt. When he's done, he pushes the remainder of the hair out of the way, finding a scrunchie and tying his hair up in a mess that he'll deal with later.

"The worst part about this is that there's people from home around, now," he complains. "I'm never living this down."

"I'm sure they'll be understanding that all this is beyond your control," Bella said and tried to keep a straight face.

Isaac gives her a deadpan look as he knots the hair into a messy bun the way he vaguely remembers his mother wearing it before she'd...well, before she'd gone. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure getting it in my control is my next big ambition in life," Isaac says, feeling weird for the sound of his voice so high and feminine.