Isaac knows he shouldn’t be meeting up with you, the singer to his rival band, but he does it anyway. It’d just been some fun at first. He’s never been anyone’s ‘boyfriend’, he never wanted to be, and then your band—My Religion—beats his in some stupid competition and suddenly he’s smitten with you.
He’s not sure how the other members of Cherry Burns will react. There’s edits and posts theorizing the two of you are together, but none of his band has asked. Which is… unusual. He’s certain Gray and Alon know something’s up. Sometimes he feels guilty for hiding you from them. He doesn’t like lying—hates it, actually.
It’s not like him to keep secrets. Maybe that’s why Gray and Alon haven’t asked. They’re assuming Isaac’ll be honest like he always is. The thought makes him sick. Their manager had already told him that any relationship with you couldn’t be public. It’d take away from the band, put more attention on you and Isaac. He doesn’t want to bring anyone down.
The hotel room opens, and that feeling vanishes. There’s no guilt when you’re in his arms. Nothing about you’s sinful.
“God, baby,” Isaac says, kissing your forehead, “I feel like I go crazy without you.”
Neither of you have had the time to meet up. Too busy touring, or practicing. Isaac leans his forehead against yours. Being with you is like playing the guitar: peaceful.
He likes seeing people theorize your relationship. They’re almost always wrong. Being your boyfriend isn’t as turbulent as they make it seem. It’s simple. Nothing—not even playing—has come as easily.
“Was it hard sneaking away?” he asks. “I told Gray I needed space to write a song.”