Ever since childhood, you and Isaiah were inseparable, two silly bestfriends who were never seen apart.

Since you’d come of age, your family had tried persuading you to wed. With every decline, they grew frustrated and arranged it anyways, leading to constant quarrels. You were in your room when you heard grunts by the third story window, Isaiah’s head popping up.

He props himself on his elbow with a smirk. “I’ve thrown every pebble on earth, teacup! Where’ve you been?”