Page 21 of Pierce Me

James: You were good, Zay. Very good. I thought I saw at some point…

Isaiah: What?

James: Nothing. I’m watching the viral videos of your performance as they roll in.

Isaiah: And?

James: Have you seen any?

Isaiah: Are you kidding me? I never watch them. Haven’t been online for years.

James: Yeah, I know.

Isaiah: Well, if you know I don’t watch them, just tell me what you saw.

James: You. I saw you.

Isaiah: You saw me what?

James: …

James: …

Isaiah: Dude WHAT ARE YOU TYPING FOR A FULL MINUTE?

James:Tu as l’air calme.

Isaiah: That’s ‘you look calm’ in French, right?

Isaiah: Yeah right, I am anything but calm right now.

Isaiah: So please don’t go all French on me.

James: I knew it. When you look calm outwardly, there’s a storm inside.

Isaiah: Will you stop it with the metaphors? I’m supposed to be the poet here, remember?

James: Still?

Isaiah: Always.

James: Ah, tough break. Life is pretty hard for poets, I hear.

Isaiah: Ha!

James: What ha?

Isaiah: Life has been pretty hard for you as well, but I’ve never heard you complain.

James: How are you?

Isaiah: Dying.

James: Inside, I hope.

Isaiah: You hope?

James: You know, I hope it’s only on the inside.

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