i am falling for your eyes (isaiah)

[belle ramona williams]

belle was overly excited for tonight. she had been looking for an event to get dressed up for and really pretty for, without having to go to a photoshoot, and tonight was the night. for weeks she had been trying to find the perfect dress to wear, and the other day she had finally found it. it took hours of shopping and pondering in different stores, and when she had come across the dress she knew that it was the one. of course, it wasn't cheap, but she could afford to spend tons of money. after all, she was a model. and she had to look good. she put on her dress and looked in the mirror, smiling at the reflection. it really was her dream dress, and it made up for the prom that she never went to. on her senior prom night her boyfriend had dumped her, leaving her at home crying, and not going to prom. she did not want tonight to end in a disaster like that prom had.

after putting on her dress, belle fixed her hair in some curls, and then put her mask on her face. in her opinion, she looked amazing. walking over to her closet, she put on a pair of heels that she got during a photoshoot one day, which matched her dress and mask perfectly. heading over to the mirror once more, she smiled at the reflection once again. she was very happy with the way that things had turned out. earlier that day she and isaiah had made plans to meet each other there, because they didn't know what was in store for the rest of the night. and things had been rocky between them lately, she wanted to be able to leave if she needed to, and she didn't want to rely on him to get her anywhere, especially if they were fighting. she headed out towards her car, being careful not to fall or rip her dress, which was her biggest fear right now. but she was pretty confident in herself. after all, she had worn some pretty ridiculous outfits on the runway, and she was still here to talk about it now.

when she finally arrived at the ball, she headed down the red carpet that they had there, waving to a few people around her. of course there were paparazzi everywhere. this was a big event and plenty of well known people were there. they were not going to miss their chance of getting a good picture. she walked down the carpet as fast as she could, before heading inside of the building. it looked perfect on the inside. it was true that samantha definitely knew what she was doing when it came to throwing parties. and all of the people that were there all looked perfect. of course, she couldn't tell who half of the people were, but she could tell that they had taken a lot of time planning their outfit and getting ready. it was really nice to see so many people here, and not knowing who half of them were.

belle walked around, taking everything in. this was her first time ever being at a masquerade. she had been to a lot of parties thrown by well known people, but never a masquerade. the whole idea of walking around and most people not knowing who you were was so mysterious, and belle loved it. she wondered if anyone could tell who she was. there were people here she was sure to know, but she could not tell them apart because their faces were halfway covered. although she wanted to know who the people were, it was nice being able to walk around and not have people judge you for your every move. and if they were judging you, they were judging someone they barely knew, or they were judging someone they knew, but didn't know that it was that person that they were judging. all belle knew now was that she was in love with masquerades.

she went over and got herself a glass of punch before walking around some more. she wasn't sure if isaiah was there yet, but she was sure that when he was there, she was going to find him. even with his face covered, it wouldn't be hard to find him. she knew him all too well, with his poofy curls and perfect body. taking a sip of her punch, she looked towards the door. it was just then that isaiah had walked in, and she definitely knew that it was him. holding her punch in one hand, she ran over to him and grabbed his hand with her free hand. "i'm so happy you're here," she said. she was hoping tonight that they could forget about the past couple of weeks, which had been very rocky and just have a good time. belle wasn't keeping her expectations high, though. isaiah knew how she felt about him, and she wasn't sure if he wanted to be there as friends, or more.

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[isaiah james conway]

Isaiah wasn’t sure if he wanted to really go to the party when he heard about it from his friends and from Sam, it was just around a really horrible time for Isaiah and he just wasn’t sure if he really wanted to go and face people he just didn’t want to be around right now. He had no problems with anyone, he really didn’t but after just leaving the hospital he just didn’t want any drama right now and he knew that being at this party there was going to be a lot of drama. He knew people would be asking him questions about what had happened to him recently, they would want to know why he was in the hospital and Isaiah wasn’t really sure what he was going to say about that. Sure he could always go right out and tell the truth but he was almost afraid to do so, he wasn’t really sure what people would say about that and he also knew that the people who already knew or thought they knew were saying things.

The people who didn’t know anything were also saying things, and make believing the even knew anything when they didn’t because Isaiah never once did drugs. It was always funny to read something where someone thought that he had turned to drugs and that was why he was acting so strangely lately, it was just so stupid that some people would stoop that low and even think such a thing and people would believe it. He was always told he was such a bad role model for children and he always wondered why, he didn’t drink and he didn’t do drugs. Was being human being a bad influence, because if so then there were a bunch of bad influences in the world and he was just wondering who was a good influence now a days. In his mind everyone made mistakes, and everyone did things that they regretted and they were always forgiven but the minute he did the wrong thing everyone seemed to care. He cut his self and the people who knew, the fan base seemed to judge him and so many other people just seemed to judge him for it and he hated that.

He had been in the hospital for emotional issues that much was clear when people were around him that he just wasn’t the happiest person around and he seemed all together sad but it never meant that he was dangerous, or a bad person. He was still Isaiah regardless of what was going on and perhaps that was just why he had decided to go to the party in the first place, to show people what he was still who he always was no matter what was going on and he also hoped that he would have fun and just that everything would turn out alright in the end. He didn’t keep his hopes up very high, knowing a ton of people would be there asking questions and snapping pictures and Isaiah was just making sure to keep his sleeves pulled down and his arms unseen, just like it was supposed to be. He just couldn’t let anyone see a thing, because than all the rumors would be confirmed, sure they weren’t really rumors but it was still personal.

A lot of things seemed personal though, and people still seemed to figure them out somehow and he always seemed to wonder just how they even did it. He always seemed to wonder just how people figured all of these things out, but shortly after he realized he really didn’t even want to know and he was glad that perhaps just for tonight he could have some peace and just spend time with Belle like he wanted too. The minute he slipped his mask on his face he was someone else, he was no longer Isaiah and if someone he really didn’t want to talk to said anything that was just what he would say. For tonight he just wasn’t Isaiah, and that was it. That would be the end of that, tonight he didn’t even want to be Isaiah. Tonight was just all about having fun and trying to patch things up with Belle, if that was even possible.

He drove to the party holding his breath and just wishing that nothing would go wrong, he knew that was a stupid thought because things always seemed to just go wrong lately but it was a thought none the less and as he pulled up and saw all the people he almost even left. He wasn’t to good around a lot of people lately, and as he stepped out of his car he bit down on his lip and sighed running his fingers through his mess of curls heading inside almost nervously looking around. When Belle grabbed a hold of his hand he just blinked slightly looking at her nodding his head, “yeah I wouldn’t have missed it for anything” he mumbled looking at her. She looked beautiful and he just seemed to merely bite down on his lip unsure what to even say now, “you look beautiful” he added sounding almost breathless as he spoke. She really did look amazing, he wasn’t lying there and he hoped she wouldn’t think that he was.

[belle ramona williams]

belle had known isaiah was going through a really hard time, and she wanted to help him but she just didn't know how. she had never been good at comforting people and making them feel better, but she tried her best. sometimes she brought smiles onto faces, and other times she earned weird looks from people. that was her though. she was silly and was herself, but sometimes people didn't get her personality. she tried to always smile because she was genuinely a fun and giddy person to be around, and for the most part she was happy. there were always people who were trying to bring her down, but she didn't care much about what they had to say. models were always criticised for their every move, and they were always receiving negative comments about their body. people had said belle was way to skinny and that she skipped meals, but that was so far from the truth. she ate all the time and even ate more than the average fat person did. belle just tried to shrug it all off. there was nothing that she could do to stop a person from having an opinion, or to stop people from starting rumors, regardless to how true they were.

when she had heard about the party she was excited, but she said she would not attend if isaiah was not attending as well. it would be weird for her to come and dance with tons of random men, not knowing who they were. and she did not see herself coming with anyone else, other than isaiah. when he had finally asked her she rushed out to find an outfit and when she found one she was extremely happy with it. she was use to dressing up in high fashion, but she never actually got to go out and buy herself her own clothes, for her own special occassions. it was different; wearing clothes you needed to wear for your job, so that they could sell their products, and then wearing what you actually wanted to wear and be yourself. she had preferred wearing her own favorite things, but a lot of the fashion she was allowed to wear in her job made her happy. she really did love her job.

belle looked at isaiah and smiled. "you have no idea how happy i am that you are here," she said, before pulling him into a huge hug. "i've really missed you," she added. things had been rocky the last few weeks and she wanted to go back to the days when they were silly together and just watched movies and had an amazing time. she blushed when he called her beautiful and tried hiding her face behind her hair for a moment, waiting for the pink in her cheeks to slowly fade away. "do you want to dance?" she asked him, looking at his eyes.

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[isaiah james conway]

Isaiah had been going through a really hard time lately, dealing with his emotions and his depression that was never diagnosed due to him hiding it well. It only decided to make an appearance recently as everything just seemed to be spiraling out of control slowly but surely, his life just seemed so complicated sometimes it was hard to make sense if it anymore. He just knew that he wasn't that happy person he use to be anymore, no matter how much he did wish to be. It was just so hard for him to be that person anymore, no matter how hard he tried to hide things and make it seem like nothing was going on he knew his act was up the minute he slid the blades on his wrists. He was only scaring people now and he knew that, he did wish that he could stop scaring people too but he knew that it was almost impossible because now that they knew just what was going on they would always find a reason to worry and there was no way for him to really escape that either. He could do anything to try and escape it too, but it was just impossible and it would always be that way.

Tonight was just all about having fun though that was the only thing he seemed to care about because the last few weeks had just been a mess for him and he wanted for once to be able to just have nothing to worry about. He asked Belle if he wanted to go with him because they had been fighting a lot lately and he just didn't want to fight anymore because he was just so tired of the fighting for now. Fighting was exhausting even, and he seemed to forget the real reason why they were fighting and only seemed to remember it had something to do with a kiss. All that was behind him and he had picked out something to wear tonight and here he was at this party standing right beside Belle, a mask over his face. He liked the idea of the masks too, because it meant that no one really knew who you were and you could just be anyone. Your fame meant nothing, and sometimes Isaiah really just wished he wasn't famous because maybe then people wouldn't expect so much from him.

"I didn't want to come for the longest time to be honest, it was actually Carter that sort of talked me into it" Isaiah mumbled returning the hug with a small smile. "I really missed you too" he added, he knew that things hadn't been to good for them lately and he hoped that tonight all of that could just be forgotten because that was just what he wanted. He wanted nothing but fun tonight, and he had to smile when she had blushed because she just seemed to look so cute when she blushed. "I would love to dance with you" and he meant it too, that was the one thing he was looking forward to and had been since he decided to go to the party.

[belle ramona williams]

worrying about isaiah was one thing that belle had been good at. she constantly found herself worrying about him. she knew that he wasn't happy, she could read him like a book. even when there was a smile on his face, she could point out when he wasn't happy. it upset her how often he was upset. she would do anything to make him happy, and to make him smile and actually mean the smile, not fake the smile. she hated it when she asked isaiah if he was okay and he had to lie to her. belle literally would do anything to make him happy, and seeing him upset was killing her inside. when she saw him in pain, she was in pain. it was the way she felt about him. she loved him so much that she would literally die so that he could have one day where he was just completely happy.

belle was glad that isaiah was glad to come, even if carter had to convince him to come. if he hadn't gone, she would be at home sitting on her couch, eating food and crying over romance movies. "i am glad you came. or else i would be at home eating junk food, which i totally should not be having, and watching the notebook. which yes, i have watched fifty seven times before," she grinned. belle was in love with all romance movies, and the notebook was her favorite. she watched it all the time, and her friends had told her that she needed to stop watching it so much. but she couldn't. she found the movie completely and utterly adorable. "yay! dance time," she said, before dragging him out to the dance floor. she had never danced with isaiah in a slow dance before, but that did not mean that he had not thought about it. the song playing at the moment was a slow song, so she wrapped her arms around his neck, and slowly put her head on his chest, hoping that he didn't mind, and she hoped that he didn't think she was trying to rush into anything. "is this okay?" she asked him, peeking up at him slowly.

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[isaiah james conway]

The sad thing was Isaiah honestly didn’t know what he was so upset and unhappy all the time, because it just seemed to randomly happen one day and since then he just really wasn’t happy. He would have his days when he just really wanted to be alone and those were the days when he just felt like nothing was going his way, he really hated those days. He hated being unhappy all the time, because he knew for a fact that all it did was worry people and he was getting really tired of worry people all the time. He hated when people asked him what was wrong and he lied, he told people all the time that he was fine even though he knew that he was really just so far from being fine and perhaps he would always be that way. He would always be the type of person who would just be upset and depressed really, he was destined to always be that way.

Carter had to basically talk Isaiah into coming tonight, because he really didn’t want too and was all set and ready to just stay at home and lie on his bed. “I like the Notebook though, it’s such a good movie and it makes me cry every time I watch it because I really seem to just be a total sap” he laughed, and in fact he liked really anything that had to do with romance. When he had been with his last boy friend they were the type of couple that would just go out and do things together, he was actually the type of person to hold hands with someone under the table. He was that type of person, because that was always the types of things that he would do with people and when he was young he had learned how to ballroom dance. He had to, people signed him up for him and it was a good thing they did when Belle said she wanted to dance and he really didn’t mind it at all. “I hope I don’t step on your feet, it has been a while since I had danced last so I’m not exactly the best dancer around. I never have been though, I can be a really bad dancer as you should know’ he laughed and when she put her arms around him he just nodded to show that it was okay.