"Hello Issy......." (Y/n) said, smiling broadly at the tall young man in front of her. Isaiah unable to do anything but stand there, open mouthed, and staring as the female Shelby threw her coat over a chair.

He had never seen (Y/n) look like this before. Usually, she would be dressed similarly to her brothers. Even when they were little, and despite Ada and Polly trying their best, (Y/n) would never wear a dress; happy instead to wear the trousers that had been fashioned for her from a pair of Arthur's old pants. The older of the twins joining Isaiah, Finn and the other boys, as they played soldier in the streets. As they carried their wooden guns and pretended to shoot Krauts. All of them cheering as they "won" the war, and celebrating that soon their fathers and brothers would come home to them. So, in truth, Issy believed that this was a sight not only for him, but for the rest of the family too.

"Who are you all tarted up for.............?" John suddenly laughed, as he joined the others at the table.

"Pol.......ya let her leave tha house looking like that........?" Arthur added, as he got up from his seat, grabbed (Y/n)'s coat and threw it back around her shoulders.

"You look ridiculous........" Finn chimed in. Smiling as his twin glared at him.

She had told Polly that this would happen. All she wanted to do was dress up for once. All she wanted to do was look beautiful for Isaiah. All she wanted was a little support from her family, but what she was getting was John making her feel cheap; Finn making her feel ugly, and even though she knew he meant well and was only looking out for her, Arthur was making her feel like a child. That, and she now felt completely humiliated in front of the boy that she had feelings for. The lord only knowing what Isaiah was thinking at that moment.

"I hate you................" (Y/n) growled as she looked at her twin.

"And I hate you, too.............." She continued, as she looked to John. The toothpick nearly falling out of his mouth, as their sister pulled the coat away from Arthur, and ran back out of the Garisson and into the street.

"Sit down............" Tommy suddenly said, as Arthur went to follow after her.

"But, (Y/n)................"

"I said sit down................" Tommy continued. Arthur taking his own turn at glaring at John and Finn, before retaking his seat by his brother's side.

"Isaiah.............."

"Yes Tommy..........?" The younger man replied, as he turned his attention from the doors to the head of the family firm. Isaiah not really sure what had just happened.

"Go find (Y/n). Make sure that she's alright..............."

"Tommy............." Arthur tried to protest. Tommy completely ignoring him.

"Make sure that ya look after her..............." Tommy added. Isaiah nodding, and quickly leaving the pub, before Arthur could say any more.

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(Y/n) made her way down Witton Street, pushing the tears that were making their way down her cheeks, with the heels of her hands. She knew that she must look a state now. That all the black of the mascara had streaked down her face; but she didn't care. She had always supported her brothers, been there when they needed her; but when she had needed them, it felt as though the only thing that they had done, was undermine her. Sure, that now, Isaiah would just be laughing at her, along with John and Finn.

"Ya look beautiful............" A voice suddenly came. (Y/n) turning on her heels to see Isaiah making his way over to her.

"No.......Finn was right. I look ridiculous............"

"Finn doesn't know what he's talkin about. You have to be tha best lookin girl in Small Heath. In tha world, if ya ask me............." Isaiah continued, as he came to stand in front of her. Carefully resting his hand on her cheek, which caused her to look up at him. The young man chuckling slightly, as he saw the black streaks of makeup on her face; but he still stood by what he had said, that the girl before him, was the most beautiful that he had ever seen.

"Thank you, Issy. I did it all for you................"

"For me..............why................?"

"Because I like you, Issy. I always have. I wanted to show you that I could be a girl too. That I wasn't just..............." (Y/n) tried to explain. Any more words forgotten, as suddenly she found herself pulled into his arms; his lips against hers. (Y/n) quickly kissing him back, as she gripped onto the lapels of his overcoat. The two only moving apart, as the need to breath became imperative.

"I like you too, (Y/n). More than like you............." Isaiah replied, as he placed his forehead against hers.

"Why don't you and me go somewhere quiet. Somewhere we can be alone...........?" He continued. A soft smile gracing his features, as he looked down at her.

"I........I'd like that." (Y/n) agreed. A broad smile coming to her own lips, as Isaiah offered her his arm and led her down the street.