Forgive me Readers for I have sinned. It’s been over two months since my last upload…
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Okay, sorry I know this isn’t laughing material but whatever. HERE IT IS! The LONG awaited chapter 83! Woot woot!
This chapter goes out to those of you who were kindly patient and not mean or rude or overly demanding. It’s with the thought of you guys that I kept writing, because you deserved it. You guys rock and I love you! Thaaaaaanks!
Hope you enjoy this, if not, well sorry! lol
Mommy’s gotta go sleep now… it’s almost 2AM and she works at 8AM. For 9 hours. -_- Like she did today and every other day of the week. I’m honestly tired of working. Ugh. Screw the money, I wanna sleep! 0_0 Excuse the mistakes, as always, time isn’t my friend and my bed is calling me… very loudly!
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My head is going to explode.
That was the first thought, the only thought I had waking up. My head is going to explode.
There was a definite pounding in both of my temples, pulsing with every heart beat and to add to my misery my sinus were killing me, making me feel all stuffed up.
Why am I feeling like crap again?
I don’t know how long it took me to realize what had lead to the painful pounding and the nausea too, because yes I felt like puking, like if I moved I would hurl, like everything was spinning—at least to slightly remedy to that problem I slid a foot out of the bed and pressed it against the ground, making me feel steady somehow. But it was the wrong floor—not my floor—and it’s at that point that I realized why I was feeling like crap.
Blake. Birthday party. Drinking. Lots of drinking…
Oh god…
What had I done exactly?
Very slowly I opened one eyelid, to assess the situation. One good thing was that there wasn’t a lot of light flashing in my eyes because that wouldn’t have helped for the whole throbbing in my head thing. And not to my biggest surprise, I wasn’t in my room, of course, but I was in Blake’s.
Again, oh god…
I closed my eye. I didn’t want to open them, I didn’t want to wake up or think or use any kind of rational part of my brain I just wanted to pass out or something and not feel like crap anymore.
Whatever had happened last night didn’t—
OH FRACK!
In one quick movement I was sitting up in the bed, my eyes wide open. “Oh my god!”
“Good morning sunshine. And I already told you, you can call me Blake, that whole god thing is so over-rated,” Blake’s amused voice ran from my right. I turned my head to see him getting up from his couch on the second floor by the library.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.
I told him I loved him! I declared my love, completely drunk, fracking drunk! What an idiot! Oh my god!
I told him I loved him just like that! Why did I do that? I waited and waited all this time to just blur it out unromantically in the middle of a cemetery completely trashed! What was wrong with me?
“Oh god, I’m feeling sick,” I groaned, hiding my face behind my hands. The nausea was suddenly getting much more potent. The whole declaring love drunk thing was hitting me pretty roughly. Seriously, what the hell was wrong with me?
“Woah Pumpkin,” Blake rushed to the bed, and sat beside me, rubbing my back, kissing the top of my head “you okay there,” he whispered, mouth still pressed against my hair.
If I wasn’t so sick I would be enjoying this. Oh god what am I even thinking?
I’m gonna puke…
“I’m gonna be sick” I groaned again.
Blake had his arms wrapped around me now, pressing my head against his chest softly, still rubbing my back… this felt comforting… “Need a bucket, Pumpkin?”
“This is so not funny Blake,” I whined. His tone had been amused, that bastard!
Why, oh why did I have to drink so much last night? Ugh! Seriously? What was wrong with me! Ugh ugh ugh!
Blake’s chest shook slightly with contained laughter. “It is, just a little bit.”
“Oh because you think that me blurring out anything while drunk is funny,” I mumbled against his chest. There was no point in frowning since he couldn’t see my face though… maybe I could punch him, but that required effort and it seemed like any kind of effort would just lead to me puking my guts out. Great.
“You’re referring to that,” he snorted, just a little bit, but he still did.
Of course I was referring to that, what else could I be referring to? That boy was confusing me, or I was confusing my own self, I felt stupid and sick and exhausted and tired and bleaaaaaah.
“I’m referring to a lot of things,” I just answered. That didn’t even make sense to me.
“Well, I’m not giving you the right to take back your words, just so you know, so there’s no need to freak out, really.” He still hadn’t stopped the rubbing-my-back thing and I honestly hoped he wouldn’t. It seemed to dim the nauseating feelings.
But back to what he said. I wasn’t freaking out? I was freaking out, of course I was, stupid question, and stupid confuse Lexi. I’m not making seeeense!
I’m gonna be sick!
“If I wasn’t on the verge of hurling, I would be so kicking your ass,” I groaned, yet again.
Why did I have to drink, seriously? I would be so enjoying this right now if I hadn’t…
“So you say,” he chuckled, kissing the side of my head, his arms still wrapped around me. “But you love me so you won’t.”
My fingers lightly clutched at his shirt—his I love New York one that made him look very yummy—trying to bring him closer to me, which was kind of impossible considering I had my head tucked under his chin and his arms wrapped around me. I was so close that even with my cold and improperly functioning nose I could still smell him. I didn’t smell him too much though… smell and hangover, bad combo, and even though I was crazy about it, I didn’t want to take any kind of chances. Puking in front of him would just be fracking embarrassing and unnecessary at this point. “Look, I already feel really really stupid for just blurring it out like that, drunk, so please don’t rub it in.” I whispered, my lips brushing against the expose skin of his neck. When I did, he held me just a bit tighter.
Okay, this isn’t so bad… Minus the hangover thing it’s fracking awesome!
“But did you mean it,” Blake asked me softly.
“It’s not the—”
“Just answer the question” he interrupted me.
I sighed. “Yes I did, I do.” There was no point in denying it, I just had hoped for something a little nicer to blur my feelings like that to him. As far as I remembered, this was the first time I’d told a guy I loved him and I knew deep down to my very chore, that I was speaking the truth. This was kind of a big thing. I loved Blake. I loved him, really loved him, and I had wasted away my chance at telling him nicely.
“Then, there’s no reason to freak. I’m kind of really really happy right now so I’m not letting you freak out, over think and ruin the happy moment. Plus it totally kicked the ass of all my other birthday presents. So stop freaking out, or over thinking… don’t think at all actually,” he said, almost like an afterthought.
“Someone’s bossy,” I half chuckled, half groaned.
“Shut up” Blake laughed, hugging me thighter. “So, still need that bucket?”
“I need to diiiiiie,” I whined dramatically.
I felt like crap right now, but at one point, the hangover would wash away and things would still be like they were right now and I’d be able to enjoy it then. I just had to survive until then, and by survive, I meant not puking. I could do that.
“Not on my watch.” I could hear the smile in his voice when he said that. “Try rehydrating, that’s always a good thing” Blake explained, handing me a bottle of water he had taken from the nightstand. I obeyed. I mean the boy had been sort of a party-goer, he probably knew all the tricks at getting through a hangover. “Now, come on,” he added, after I finshed drinking the bottle and his arms tighten around me more, while he got himself properly on the bed, holding me close against his chest.
“What are you doing?” I mean, I wasn’t complaining, but I was kind of confused.
“Well now that you’re drunk and not trying to take advantage of me,” Blake explained, settling himself in, slidding us under the covers properly, never stopping the holding—it was nice, the being in his arm thing, almost made me forget about how crappy I felt, “you’re going to sleep while I hold you. Will you behave?”
At that point, I was basically completely pressed against Blake—my face was nuzzled against his neck, left arm wrapped around his abdomen while the right one was pressed against his left side, left leg thrown over his legs, right one pressed against his left one, all of me touched all of him. That was a nice thought.
I closed my eyes and mumbled against his neck. “Bossy.”
I shook with his soft laughter. “Indeed. Try not puking on me.” His arms held me more thightly. If he kept pressing me like that he was going to choke me. I hope he was aware of that.
“I’ll try to keep that in mind” I whispered. The water was kind of helping, I could see it, and nestled like this against Blake, well it was comfortable… kind of like a hangover remedy. “I need to call my dad” I mumbled against his chest, more like an afterthought.
Yes, very comfortable, it’s official, he’s a hangover remedy. How is that even possible?
“I took care of it, I texted your brother last night and called your dad before you woke up. He said there’s no problem. He also yelled that he hadn’t lost the bet finally, care to enlighten me?”
Stupid boys…
“Not right now,” I breathed. The pounding in my head stopped me from being able to hear his heartbeat, but I raised and fell a bit with his breathing, and the movement was strangely soothing and made me sleepy.
Blake was running his finger through my hair at that point. “Alright, Pumpkin.” I could hear the smile in his voice when he said that, and then I felt his lips pressed against my forehead and then I fell back asleep.
When I woke up again, I was still feeling like crap, but at least this time I was waking up in Blake’s arms, something I had longed for all week long so it kind of balanced out the hangover.
I think Blake had fallen asleep too because he stirred under me and took a deeper breathe. And when I looked up to his face he was opening his eyes, with a sleepy look. He smiled at me, a sweet smile. “Feeling better?” His voice was kind of huskier than usual and seriously hot…
“A tiny bit,” I sighed, and then rested my head on his chest, itching to just take a deep breathe, but not wanting to cause unwanted reaction, stomach evacuation reaction… Josh had mentioned how Blake hadn’t been sleeping this past week, so I was happy he just had. I knew him enough to know he looked exhausted. “So, what exactly happened last night…” I asked, with only one eye open, my mouth twitched a bit, like I was waiting for a blow, not moving from the comfort of his strong arms. “After the Tabasco shooter, it’s kind of all really blurry.”
I ought to ask, I mean… I didn’t really remember and he had mentioned something earlier, about trying to take advantage of him or something…
“You don’t remember?” Blake smirked a little.
Oh oh…
“I’m very very worried,” I whispered.
I did remember a bit, it was just hard to make sense of what I did remember, knowing what was a dream and what wasn’t, what had happened and what hadn’t. I remembered more drinking, that was sure, pink tequila I think—I hadn’t liked it—uppercuts too or I think, but at that point I had too much alcohol in my system to know if I liked it or not, there was a little glass in a bigger glass, that’s pretty much all I remembered of that brown shooter, and I had kind of made a mess with it.
I remembered sitting on the counter and kissing Blake, I think he carried me up because I was too delusional, or maybe I jumped on his back… no I think he carried me… I think I danced around in his room because I said I could still hear the music… or maybe I was just really not walking straight… I’m pretty positive I took a shower though because my hair wasn’t super curly like last night it was my usual curly, the way it was after I washed it… and I wasn’t wearing my dress anymore but one of Blake’s shirt—how was I only realizing this now—and oh my god what had happened?
I think Blake saw my internal freaking out because he smirked but reassured me. “Don’t worry, nothing happened, I’m a gentleman. But trust me, things could have gone really bad if I hadn’t run away and locked myself in the bathroom.”
“Oh god…”
I didn’t exactly remember that. I remembered being in his bed while he was on the couch and asking him to stroke my hair to stop me from puking and I think I kind of threw myself on him there…
“Do you still want to bake cookies on my abs?”
I want to do all sort of kinky things to your abs actually…
“Shut up Blake,” I groaned and buried my face in his neck.
“You love me.” The tone he used there would have made me laugh in another occasion.
“Ya I do…” I sighed. “Why am I wearing this?” I pulled the sleeve in emphasis.
“You took a shower because you said you were covered with booze. Mind you, I offered to lick it off but you said that as long as you couldn’t lick my chest I couldn’t either.”
I sat up in the bed in a speed-of-light fast movement, my eyes wide. “What the hell?” Oh my god! I didn’t remember chest licking, no chest liking what so ever! What. The. HELL? I hadn’t licked his chest?! “You mean you never even let me lick your goddamn chest!?”
Blake smirked slightly. And evil smirk. I wanted to punch him on that sexy chest. “You were drunk.”
That bastard. “And?”
“Well, I thought you’d prefer remembering it, since it seemed like a big thing for you,” his tone was mocking, not mean mocking, but still mocking. And he lifted his shirt smirking. “So now you can.”
Okay, that was definitely distracting. How could one have such an irresistible chest and abdomen? Seriously. But I wasn’t going to let this one pass easily.
“Honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact that I could puke at any given seconds I would so be licking this chest,” I mumbled. “I can’t believe you didn’t let me lick your chest. You’re a mean boy, I hope you know that!”
“Oh please, you would have regretted it, if you couldn’t remember every single details.” He wiggled his eyebrows. I glared at him. He still had his shirt raised off his chest. I itched to just run my hands over it.
Oh screw this! At first, I slapped my hand on his abdomen, just to show I wasn’t happy with him. But I left my hand there and my thumb rubbed in circles in the middle of his stomach, just lightly. His skin was soft. How could his skin be so soft? Could I lick his chest now? Was it a good time?
Concentrate Lexi, you might want to wait for a more appropriate time. You know, one where you couldn’t puke at any given second.
I didn’t took my hand off his stomach, my fingers kept brushing against it and Blake wasn’t complaining, but I did drop the chest-licking subject. Anyway, now, I’d have more occasions, appropriate occasions…
Speaking of appropriate, I looked down at the shirt I was wearing, Blake’s shirt. “Make awkward sexual advance not war” was written on it. Seriously, there were so many things wrong with this… “Did I pick this shirt,” I asked frowning.
“Unless there’s someone hiding in my closet that told you to wear it, yes,” Blake laughed, but his voice was a bit unsteady. Hmm, did it have anything to do with the my-hand-on-his-stomach thing? If so, that made me quite happy.
“You’re in a good mood,” I smiled.
“Seriously? What gave it away?”
“Smartass!” I gave him a flick on the stomach, but resumed to my chest stroking immediately. Seriously, how could his skin be so soft?
“Thank you,” Blake laughed again.
We looked at each other in the eyes, and for one second, I honestly though I’d throw myself at him. Like just jump on top of him and rip his clothes off. He was hot, his chest was soft and I loved him… and if I did a too sudden movement I think I might puke.
Great.
“So, are you going to tell me you love me,” I asked, mischievously.
Blake made a face like he was thinking about it. “I’ll find an appropriate time, maybe get drunk myself.”
I laughed. “I hate you”
“Again, thank you.” Blake smiled wide.
Seriously, why did I have to be hangover? If I wasn’t, this would be such a nicer moment… And I could throw myself on him… “I’m never drinking again.”
“Bad drunks always say that,” the silly boy still lying on his back beside me, while I sat, facing him, smirking, informed me.
“You know, technically you should be drunk too” I poked him on the chest. He had a hard muscular chest. I wanna liiiick it! “and you should have spilled your guts and you should feel shitty with me right now!”
“I haven’t gotten drunk since my car accident” Blake said thoughtfully.
Wow, way to go stupid Lexi! “I’m sorry.”
Blake raised his hand and stroked my hair back behind my ear. “Don’t be, there’s no reason to be.”
I yawned. Blake's hand was still in my hair. “So what’s the plan for today?”
“Well I was thinking about keeping you here in my bed all day long,” his tone was soft and so were his fingers, brushing through my hair, stoking my temple and forehead lightly “you’re bound to stop feeling like crap at one point.”
“And then, you’ll want another birthday present,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Blake had an overly amused smirk on his face, while his gazed was fixed on me. His tongue swipped on his bottom lip and he grinned more. “Yes, of course, because I’m so cliché like that, and you know, I didn’t want to tell you I loved you because I’m overly cheesy and romantic and want to do it at the right time, but hey, birthday sex, I’m all for it.”
I was drawing eight loops on Blake stomach with my index when I answered him. “I was referring to the big black bag I had Anita leave in your room last night, with your actual birthday present, but hey whatever you say” I grinned too. With the way I was acting lately, I’m sure I would have blushed or some crap like that, but now I don’t know, it was like I was back on the comfortable feeling with Blake. I felt at ease with him, like I belonged. It was a nice feeling.
“And here I thought you hadn’t thought of getting me a present so you decided to just say you loved me instead, so you wouldn’t have to buy one,” Blake smiled teasingly, brushing the back of his fingers against my temple slowly.
I wondered if he knew how nice that felt…
“We should get up,” Blake said, before yawning, “you need to drink more water, possibly eat something maybe a toast if you can keep it down, gotta up that low blood sugar level, and afterwards I’ll get a look at that birthday present.”
I nodded in agreement, before Blake sat up in bed and dropped his hand and I took mine off of him.
“Oh one more thing, before we go anywhere,” Blake suddenly said, “I hope you’re aware that I’m your boyfriend, you’re my girlfriend,” I smiled wide at that, “we’re exclusive, if you go after anyone else I will disfigure him, if we’re still together that is, I’m not that controlling.” I shook my head in discouragement but chuckled silently “I have the right to hold your hand at all time, kiss you in public, give mean scary look at boys that look your way for too long and declare dominion on you.”
I chocked a laugh. “Dominion?”
Really?
Blake grin was huge. “Yep!”
I shook my head energically. “I’m not agreeing to those terms and conditions.”
Blake made a tsk sound at me. “You can declare dominion on me too. Get matching tattoos and all.”
“We’re not getting matching tattoos,” I snorted, punching him on the shoulder. Blake just tapped me on the tip of the nose with his index though.
“Why not?”
I rolled my eyes. “Because that’s too cheesy even for you Blakey-Boy.”
“That’s another thing,” he pinched my side lightly. I made a little yelping sound in surprise. His hand stayed there, at the curve on my side. “I hope you’re aware you’re going to have to find me a cute pet name like I found for you cause Blakey-Boy doesn’t show the love enough.”
“Controlling much?”
“And you’ll need to put me on number one on speed dial.”
“That’s it, I’m breaking up.” I laughed saying that, and Blake pulled me towards him, one hand still on my side, the other one cupping my face. I really really wanted to kiss him.
I’m not going to puke right now, I’m not going to puke… I’m not!
I leaned in and softly brushed my lips against his. It wasn’t the time for some heavy make out session, but the soft touch was gladly welcomed, especially when Blake wrapped his arms around me and pulled me on his lap, our lips never breaking away.
“I only need one thing you know…” he whispered against them. His voice was so low and soft that I had to listen carefully, “just don’t break my heart.”
For one second, I just lightly touched his lips with my fingers tips. And a smiled slowly formed on my lips getting bigger and bigger.
“You’re such a girl!” I laughed, slapping his stomach, and he flashed a smile at me, one where I could see his dimples, and laughed too before getting up in one quick movement, throwing me over his shoulder and it took all my strength to not puke right here and there.
Great.
We both headed to the kitchen, me still wearing his shirt and one of his pair of boxers—I liked that outfit more than I should and I think Blake liked it too.
But when we got in the kitchen, someone was already there.
“Greetings youngsters, care for pancakes?” Josh announced loudly, from the other side of the counter, between it and the other one against the wall, wearing big oven gloves, holding up a spatula, an apron covering his chest, but he wasn’t wearing a shirt underneath because I could see all his Terminator endo-skelton shoulder tattoo. Now that could have been alright, but then he turned, to check something on the counter behind him and that’s when I saw that he wasn’t wearing pants either, or underwear for that matter. Just the apron.
“Oh my god, you’re naked underneath that?” I chocked, hiding my eyes behind my palms.
“No… maybe… yes…” Josh grinned and went back to his pancakes.
There was no reason to deny it, the evidences were kind of… evident. Oh my god, seriously, what the hell?
Blake groaned beside me and when to sit at the counter, across from Josh. I followed him. “What happened to your clothes?”
“They got…” Josh pressed the spatula on his chin, thinking about it for a second and then lifted it up like he had a sudden epiphany “misplaced!”
Blake shook his head, his forearm leaning on the counter, bowing it a little. “Where?”
“Good question.” Josh answered, pointing him with the spatula. Okay, seriously, I could see his ass from the crack of the apron he was wearing. “When you find the answer please inform me, I was really found of that outfit. My pimped up “The male seahorse carries the children and gives them birth” shirt based on the drawings in Kurt Cobain’s Journals, my brown floppy cardigan, jeans that actually belonged to him, that Blake’s mommy bought for my birthday a few years back at Courtney’s “I’m making money over my dead husband back by selling all his crap” and my Kurt Cobain One Star Converse with the little signature at the back, and my god darn Terminator boxers, that sort of ruined the whole Kurt outfit thing but they were signed by a guy that worked on the set for god sake!”
I laughed. “You had signed boxers?”
“Ya, so what? Chicks get signed tits, I get signed boxers. Or maybe, chicks throw their underwears and I get them signed… ya that come back was much better. Let’s all settle for the second come back, shall we?”
Blake looked seriously discouraged beside me. I mean, honestly who wouldn't be. Josh was only wearing a freaking apron. What was wrong with that boy? “But seriously, why the hell are you naked,” Blake sighed, in resigned discouragement.
“What? Does a guy need a reason to hang around naked? My skin felt like feeling fresh air, who am I to deny it that pleasure?” He kind of moved his butt when he said that. Really not helping him there.
This was a clearly drastic change from the cuteness I had just came from.
“Please, tell me I won’t see disturbing videos on YouTube with you running around my house naked,” Blake whined.
“That I can confirm… or can I?” and he started to laugh like an evil maniac, the whole mouhahahaha thing going on.
This boy so has issues. I mean I get why him and Daph would be perfect together, but he still has issues.
Speaking of which… I’d need to call Daph to tell her he had been looking for her here last night. She had told me she didn’t want to come.
“Josh? What happened last night?” Blake sounded worried when he asked that.
Oh oh. Was there a reason to be really worried?
Stupid question! The boy was naked right now… of course there was a reason to be worried.
“Mind being more specific?”
“Who took your clothes?”
“I can’t be a hundred percent sure…” Josh shrugged “I woke up and they weren’t there anymore.”
“Were they on you before you went to sleep,” I asked.
“Yes… maybe… alright no. Still got my socks though!” He sounded overly proud about that fact and lifted his leg in emphasis but lifting his leg meant the apron was hitching up, showing much more Josh than ever needed.
I hid my face in my palms again. “Too much info, thaaaank you” I whined.
I couldn’t see, because I had my face in my hands, but from the sound, I think Blake punched him, or at least tried to.
“Anyway,” Josh said, and I took that as my cue to look again “this day is not about me, it’s about you Blake, or well yesterday was about you, anyway! Here! Enjoy.” Josh threw a wrapped package on the counter.
Blake looked reluctant when he took it, and unwrapped it slowly, like it could rip his face off or something. And then he looked at the plastic covered… thing… package really, in his hand. “Fundies?”
“As I said” Josh wiggled his eyebrows “Enjoy”
I looked at the present more closely.
Josh is an idiot. He bought Blake underwear for two. Like actual underwear that two people were suppose to fit in.
I snorted. “Wow”
“Also, we’re going snowboarding in Mont-Tremblant during the winter holidays, just a heads up, that’s your actual present, and my bringing Lexi here so you could get some.” Josh grinned.
I narrowed my eyes at him and said in a flat tone. “Thank you Josh.”
He grinned more. “You’re welcome Lexi”
“Now go away Josh,” Blake sighed.
“But I’m cooking for you guys,” Josh whined.
Okay, there was something really wrong with this picture. Josh cooking for us, naked, wearing only an apron.
Wrong, seriously wrong.
“You care to see me puking those pancakes?”
“I’ll just make Lexi some toast and water with lemon in it, maybe some orange juice,” Blake said, getting up and on the other side of the counter to fix me something up.
“Blake cooking? Someone call the fire department in advance, that way we won’t have to worry about it once he set everything on fire.” Josh said loudly, making big hand movements.
Blake was ignoring him.
“I don’t like toast…” I made a face, “usually I eat eggs for breakfast but cereals could do.”
Blake shook his head and opened the fridge, taking things out, and went to the cupboards. “Sorry, you ain’t drinking milk, Pumpkin, not a good idea”
“Seriously, am I the only one here worrying about Blake cooking,” Josh pitched in.
“Josh,” Blake put water in a glass, and started to cut a lemon in half on the counter in front of me “you’re naked under an apron, you got your clothes stolen by god knows who. I think you have more urgent problems at the moment.”
Josh seemed to find that statement overly amusing. “Does my nudity offend you?”
Blake just rolled his eyes at that.
“It offends me though,” I pitched in, raising my hand. “It doesn’t help with the whole feeling sick thing.”
“Please,” Josh rolled his eyes, doing a talk-to-the-hand move, popping his hips, “I’m AWE-somely delicious.”
I made a face. “More like strange.”
“Strange’s the new black.”
“Does that even make sense,” Blake snorted and gave me the glass he had been working on. Water, with lemon juice, from the lemon he had just pressed.
“Shut up, you know you want to be just like me when you grow up.”
“Blake,” I said, after taking a sip of water. It was nice. “the naked man is acting strange.”
“Tell me about it,” Blake answered and rolled his eyes.
“Hey! Be nice to me! I gave you Fundies! And you two just WAIT for Lexi’s birthday present, now that’s going to be a nice one.”
I looked at Blake. “I’m scared…”
Blake nodded. “Me too.”
I frowned at Josh. “How do you even know my birthday?”
“I’m full or resources, AND someone might have mentioned he needed to have something done by that date, ” he admitted.
“Can you be less precise,” I snorted, “it’s just way too clear.”
“That’s me, Cryptic Josh. With that name, I just need a cape and a wand and I’d be a kick ass magician.”
“And if you stay naked under the cape you’d be a kick ass magician striper,” Blake pitched in and took the glass from my hands, taking a sip. I smiled at him and he smiled back, a warm smile.
“That will only dance on Toccata and Fugue in D minor,” Josh informed us.
I chuckled. “That’s a show I’ll gladly miss.”
“Your loss my friend, YOUR LOSS. Now if you’ll excuse me, in order to nail those pancakes, and that’s not in the naughty sense of the word, I don’t do pancakes, anyway! In order to nail them this awesome fellow needs to sing” I frowned confused. “The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.”
Blake and I exchanged a glance. “Is he singing Wicked Games by Chris Isaak?”
Blake nodded. “He is… we should go before he gets in the high pitch noises.”
“Good idea,” I agreed.
I didn’t need to get more of an headache.
“Can you eat a croissant and orange juice?”
I shrugged, getting up while Josh kept singing. I tried not to look his way to see too much of me. “Sure.”
“Good.” Blake grabbed a bunch of things and led the way out of the kitchen and away from naked-singing Josh.
“So… how about that birthday present now,” Blake asked after I had eaten a few bites of croissant and drank more, while we both sat on the couch by the library in his room, my legs resting on his lap. I only ate what I could but Blake said it was good enough, and I was honestly starting to feel better at this point.
“I’m not getting in the Fundies Blake,” I laughed, scrunching my nose a bit, and hit him on the arm with my foot playfully.
Blake grabbed my foot and tickled me lightly under it. “But half the fun is getting in them.”
I wriggled out of his grasp, leaning over to grab his hands and stop him. I mean too much tickling could strengthen the nausea. “And the other half is up to us. No thank you.”
“I’ll add getting into the Fundies in your Girlfriend To Do list,” Blake nodded confidently, evil smirk on his beautiful lips.
“You know what? You gotta buy me dinner first if you want to get me in the Fundies.”
“Deal.” Blake grinned, and I shook my head in disbelief but smiled nevertheless. “So? How about that present now?”
I made a little whining sound but got up nevertheless.
My present suddenly felt stupid or maybe not enough.. or not right or… stop thinking Lexi.
I walked over to the wall where there was the door to get in Blake’s closet and took the portfolio bag with me, before heading back to the couch. “So…” I took a deep breathe and gave it to him “remember how I didn’t want to show you my drawings because to me it’s like bearing my soul or something… well” I motioned the bag with my chin “here it is.”
Blake looked between me and the big black rectangular portfolio bag, mouth slightly open in disbelief. “Seriously?”
I smiled. He looked honestly surprise by this, but the good surprise “Yes. The last one I made it for you, you can keep it. And I know, compare to you I suck, don’t rub it in.”
Blake had already taken out the many sheets covered with my drawings and was looking at the first pages, slowly “You’re seriously underestimating yourself, those are really good,” he told me, eyes never leaving the sheets.
I felt like wrapping my arms around myself, like I was suddenly naked, because I was bearing my soul, showing my drawing to Blake. It was an odd feeling. “Ya, but you’re better.”
“Did you draw this with a picture or right on the spot, or you just did it by memory,” Blake asked, showing me one graphite drawing I did of the deck and the lake at the Dump Creek.
“Memory.”
“Then, trust me, Pumpkin, you’re good.”
Blake kept going through my drawing, taking his time, landscapes, some that didn’t even exist, my house, portraits of my family, animals, and then pages and pages covered with Blake’s eyes, or Blake’s nose, or Blake’s lips, and so on, but never a full face… I wondered if he knew it was his eyes, lips and nose… He was smiling while looking at them so my guess was that he had a little clue…
After a long time, I had actually closed my eyes by then and was leaning my head on the couch, just enjoying the moment, my legs on Blake, him looking at my drawing, comforting silence, no words needed—the couch was very comfortable. I got why Blake would sleep on it—Blake almost chocked. “You did this,” he inquired, holding the drawing, the last one, the one I made especially for him.
I don’t know why but I could feel my cheek heating up. “Yep. Is it okay?”
“Okay? Is it okay? What kind of question IS that? It’s… it’s… perfect… You did this for me?”
“You like it?”
I couldn’t believe he could actually like it. Well of course it was a drawing of his favourite sculpture, La Valse, and I had given the two dancers, Blake’s face and mine, but still… it was my drawing, nothing like the sculpture.
“Like it?” Blake shook his head, smiling, dimples showing, eyes bluer than ever. “You silly silly girl. I’m going to get a frame for it… might be time for me to replace that scary looking painting” He meant the one that represented his nightmare, the one with his brother burning in it.
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t have to but I want to…”
He wasn’t taking his eyes off the drawing. Seriously, he couldn’t actually like it? Right?
“Well I’m definitely glad you like it.” I smiled timidly. It was huge, for me, to have Blake actually enjoy my “art”. “You’re not lying though, right? Because if it sucks you can tell me, I won’t be offended.”
Blake stroked my cheek in a loving way. I closed my eyes, leaning in his touch. “You really are unobservant, aren’t you?”
I opened my eyes abruptly and slapped his arm playfully. “Hey!”
Blake smiled. “It’s beautiful, I love it Pumpkin, trust me.”
I smiled back. I wanted to kiss him right now. And I could.
I was his girlfriend! I could kiss him all I wanted!
Oh my god! I hadn’t actually really registered that! I was Blake Eaton’s freaking girlfriend! Oh my god!
I was about to lean in and seriously kiss him but was interrupted.
“Blake! Blaaaaaake!” Josh screamed in a highly girly whiny loud voice. “There’s a FedEx guy at the door. I don’t want to show him my goodies! He looks like he might enjoy it!”
Blake rolled his eyes “I’ll be right back,” he announced, getting up, putting my drawings carefully back in the portfolio, and kissed the top of my head before walking out the room.
And I was left all alone. For one second, I though about curling back in the bed, but then I saw something, something I hadn’t seen in a while, on his table.
The little wooden box I had never been able to see the content…
Would Blake be mad if I looked through it? I had bared my soul to him by showing him my drawings… surely he wouldn’t mind me looking in the little box. And worse case scenario I just didn’t have to tell him I had…
But it would be rude to look through his things and be snoopy…
But I was his girlfriend—I still couldn’t believe it—so wasn’t I allowed to?
In the end, curiosity got the best of me, and I took the little box in my hand, it wasn’t that heavy and not much bigger than my palm. I took a deep breathe, feeling a little giddy and lifted the cover.
My eyes widened. What the hell?
Blake walked back in the room at the same time.
I stared straight at him. “Blake… what’s this supposed to mean?”