The following is an extract from Chapter 5 of Crash ^0^/

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To my right was a door left ajar—a gap barely wide enough for a finger. Of course, instinct pointed towards the obvious option to look inside but conscience made cowards of us all, as wise Gandalf would have said. Or would he?

Either way, peeking was not an option in my book of morals. Respecting a hot superior's privacy was basic courtesy in the least, and I was not foolish or brave enough to defy that.

"Um, Blake...you in there?" I knocked tentatively once more. "Look, I don't mind if you're watching porn or something but lunch is ready and if we don't eat soon, it's going to get cold. Not that I mind, but I'm sure you won't—"

"Yeah?"

I jumped, turning.

"What—holy bananas. You scared me. I thought..." I pointed at the door that was left ajar and then at Blake, leaving him to connect the dots but he seemed to be distracted by something else. Apparently, he had emerged from the door at the other end of the hallway. Well he must have, since there were only two rooms.

Blake shrugged, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "I was in that room. You're done?"

"Well, yeah," I nodded, scratching the back of my head awkwardly. "Uh—is it weird if I ask whether you were...you know, watching...?" The odd hand gesture should do the trick.

For the first time in my life, Blake visibly blanched at my question.

"Wait. Wha—how did you know?" He asked, frowning.

I swear I never felt so embarrassed in my whole entire life; holy bananas this was way too many first times for a day. "Uh, hold up—"

Despite being the one who posed the question to him in the first place, I hadn't expected Blake to actually admit.

"So—you were...? Like, seriously?" I asked again.

He swallowed.

"You weren't supposed to know."

"Wha—of course I wasn't! No one's supposed to know, Blake. Oh God am I red? I am, aren't I? Holy bananas why did you even have to...I mean—you could have just..."

"I know, I know, shit I'm sorry, could you just forget about it and pretend that this never happened or something?"

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Well, sure. But you see Blake, you can't just tell someone to forget something."

"Yeah but I've only ever told Xander," He took me by my shoulders all of a sudden, and I panicked. "Not even my parents know."

Who the hell would be in the right mind to tell their parents that they watch porn? I mean isn't it some unspoken topic that we all know exists but never have the guts to raise?

"Yes Blake. Of course they don't know, I mean I wouldn't tell them either," I took a step back, creating some distance for me to breathe because having Blake an arm's length away wasn't too good for the heart either. "Still, it isn't something you have to be embarrassed about, you know? Everyone does it at some point of time in their lives. It just differs depending on...you know, what type you're into."

He blinked.

"What?"

I laughed. "Oh come on Blake, you don't have to stand on ceremony with me. I watch too. Well, a different kind of course."

"Wait wait wait," He held his hands up as if this was all too much for him to take. "You watch? And there's a different version of The Hobbit?"

I paused.

He frowned.

I frowned—then sighed. "Oh so that's what you were talking about." I felt like this was all a mistake, a misunderstanding, and that my rightful place was literally in the trash.

"What did you think I was talking about?" Blake raised his eyebrows in amusement, moving towards the kitchen without suspecting how dirty my mind was, really.

I groaned. "Nothing. You're right, let's just pretend this never happened—please do. By the way, what's wrong with you watching some LOTR?"

I liked using abbreviations. I hope he doesn't mind.

"Uh, not exactly. I just," He glanced sideways at me, filling two glasses with ice cubes before pouring some soda into each. "Never mind."

I nudged his ribs, suddenly curious. "Come on Blake. You told Xander..."

"So?" He scoffed, eyeing my elbow in his ribs. "That doesn't give you the right to disrespect your boss and touch him unnecessarily."

I stepped back, defeated. Woah, he just pulled the boss card on me...that's so not fair.

"Well, sorry. Just curious," Grumbling, I picked out two sets of utensils and made my way to the small dining area beside the kitchen—which consisted of two chairs and one tiny table.

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"Right. In the movie, there's a dwarf and an elf. The dwarf is named Kili and the elf is Tauriel. I like the idea of them having a romantic relationship. End of story."

I blinked.

"You cry over fictional characters?"

He shot me a hot vicious glare and looked as if he was going to flip the table. "And you have a problem?" Blake seethed.

"Uh, n-n-n-no no of course not dude," I backed up, reduced to a stammering mess of mush and everything useless in the world. Well, I was already useless either way—

He stabbed his fork into the mash. "They're precious okay? I can't think of any human who didn't burst into tears when Kili—"

"Xander probably didn't," I just had to point that out. I just had to.

Apparently, I seemed to love picking fights with just anyone else in this world through brainless words and awful tact (if I had any at all). Blake looked ready to shove something up my ass.

...

That wasn't meant to be a...

You know what I mean.

It wasn't—I was only—

Never mind.

"Who said Xander's human?" He managed to suppress whatever curses he had at the back of his throat to retort. I shrugged.

"Point taken. He's really hot," I let slip.

Of course, I hadn't noticed at that point of time that it was a slip of the tongue. It was only after going back to my lunch and noticing that everything had gone awfully, terribly silent—when I clamped a hand over my mouth.

"Shit. I didn't—uh."

Blake was frowning.

"Why does everyone think Xander's some Greek god that deserves to be worshipped?" Because everyone around you happens to be gay, uh, sorry dude but yeah.

"He is...good-looking."

"You said he was hot," Blake corrected promptly, finishing whatever that was on his plate. "I don't think it's normal for any guy to say that."

I snorted nonchalantly, trying to cover up the disappointment clearly shown on my face. "Yeah, normal."

He raised a brow.

"What's up?"

"Nothing. Nothing's up."

"No," Blake pushed. "Something's wrong. Spit it."

"Oh I'm sure you'll regret saying that," I laughed half-heartedly, feeling the tension in the room pull taut—horribly uncomfortable.

He scoffed, taking his empty plate and utensils to the sink. Having disappeared into the kitchen with almost no sign of returning, I figured that Blake had long given up on reasoning with an airhead like myself. After all, patience was a virtue that humans tended not to have.

Remember; Chip's practically an angel, not a human. Honestly, he's so holy I feel caked with corruption and moral darkness when I talk to him.

"Ready?" And there he was—back again at his seat across mine, an open bag of Doritos in hand.

"Isn't that..."

"—the one we got at the store moments ago? Yeah."

Blake leaned against the backrest of his chair in a relaxed manner. He was going to regret this later. "So?" He prompted once more.

I sighed, chucking whatever resolve I once had out of the window and getting, instead, to the point.

"I like men."

"Mmhm."

I blinked.

"I like men. Like, I'm attracted to whatever they have between their legs."

"Mmhm."

I sighed, trying again.

"Blake. I. Like. Penis—"

"What the fu—" He fell backwards, along with thechair that toppled to the ground due to the excessive weight he put on thebackrest.

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A/N: This was a really long chapter so the extract tends to be a little longer too :> Also, we learn that Blake and Ace are going on a business trip in the next chapter!! DDD: uh oh!!! 

(Just kidding we should all be raising our rainbow flags right now and preparing the cupcakes for their wedding eep /.\) 

-Cuppiecake