So, yes I know finally. Blah blah blah. I’m not going to waste space to try to explain that I have a life and college is extra time consuming and that I probably jeopardized my grades by writing this and that half of you would cry like little girls if you had my schedule! I’m seriously getting tired of explaining this. 0_0 I’m pretty sure I’m failing my class tomorrow actually. Lovely.

Oh, I think I should do this though. No underage drinking, alright kids? Listen to your mommy. Drinking is baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! Space monkeys will try to eat your brain if you drink before the legal age! 0_0 Yes there might be underage drinking here, but hey, don’t do what my characters do. Blake and Lexi are a bit dumb sometimes! ;P (Oh and technically Blake is of legal drinking age at 18 in Québec, where I live, so suck it! ;P) But ya… You can have a lot of fun without alcohol! Alright? Got it? Yes? You suuuuuuuure?

Hmm.. aside form this, well here you go, Blake’s birthday party. I think a lot of you have been waiting for this one! lol I’m not perfectly happy with it but heck it’s 3:34AM and mommy needs her beauty sleep before getting up at 7AM. Oh and for those who wonder, I still have like 15 chapters worth of material to write for this story.

So anyway, ENJOY!

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I took another deep breathe, my hand on the car door, looking out the window, my other hand fiddling with my curls.

“If you don’t get out of the car, I’m kicking you out. Or better yet I’ll drag you by the feet, now that ought to be a nice scene,” Josh grinned, pushing me on the shoulder.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

After our talk in the park, he had brought me home and I had started to mentally freak though I preferred considering it as mentally prepare. What would I tell Blake? Should I kidnap him or something to force him to listen to me? And if I did go to his birthday should I get him a present? What should I wear? 

Every year Blake’s birthday party was a big celebration. Of course, seeing I had been freaking out all week I hadn’t been listening to the lunch time gossiping about it, so on Thursday that’s when I learned what had been prepared this year; the party was at the guest house on Blake’s parent property because they didn’t want anyone to have the possibility to leave the place and drive while drunk.

I knew exactly why they wouldn’t want something like that to happen…

So with that in mind, on Thursday night I had gone shopping for something decent to wear dragging Daph and Alex with me, blurring everything I had been bottling up all week long. For some reason I felt a bit bad by spending time with Alex, with the whole burst out Blake had on me about him… I mean I knew the details but Blake didn’t and I’m sure it would hurt Blake to know I was with Alex right now… Ugh. Things would be so simple if Blake could know the truth about this, but I would never force Alex to say anything and I wouldn’t say anything either because friends wouldn’t do that… but it still sucked.

And Blake wasn’t really in a position to judge with the whole Kendal thing. I was trying to be understanding and all because Josh was right and because Blake was hurting but it didn’t mean I had completely forgotten about it.

What wouldn’t I do for that boy… it was pitiful, really…

“You always space out like this?” Josh asked, waving his hand in front of my face “I don’t understand how Blake can endure you…” he grinned.

I slapped his hand. “Shut up or I’m running away!”

“In those shoes?” He raised his eyebrows looking down at the said shoes; gray ankle booth with three inches and a half heel. They were lovely but they weren’t built to run, I had to give that to him.

Shopping had gone well for the whole getting dressed thing, Alex was really the perfect shopping partner and I had found a gorgeous dark blue dress down to the middle of my thighs, with mid arm length sleeves, a black belt at the waist, and there was a kimono vibe to the whole thing actually.

But the whole present thing hadn’t gone too well. I hadn’t found anything, anything that would be meaningful and that would say “I’m an idiot, I’m sorry for screaming at you and freaking out, it’s because I love you Blake and love makes people do crazy things and I’ve had bad experience in love, but now I’m sorry, please forgive me and give me another chance.” It’s kind of hard to find a present that says all that.

The perfect present though, I found it not on purpose. After coming back from shopping and freaking out I had sat down at my drawing table to calm myself and try to collect my thoughts, maybe make a list of things I knew Blake loved and that’s when I started to draw and that’s when it dawned on me.

A good part of that night I spent it over my drawing table trying not to cough my germs all over my sheets, I still had that stupid cold, but in the end I was slightly happy with the result and either way it would speak for itself.

Josh was still staring at me, obviously annoyed, waiting for an answer. Did I do this often? Spacing out I mean? And why didn’t people complain about it? “I’ll stab you in the eyes with the heels?” 

Josh rolled his eyes and opened the door for me, pointing outside. “Get out of my car, now.”

“Fine,” I huffed and stepped out.

It was dark outside, only lights coming from the sort of torches on each side of the road. We hadn’t parked in front of the big mansion like I usually did, we had kept on driving for a little while until getting to a parking spot with plenty of other cars already there. And from here you could see the lights coming from the guest house, music blaring loudly, but there were no nearby neighbors to complain.

I walked side by side with Josh, holding the big black portfolio bag by my side, smoothing out my dark blue dress with my hands, while we headed towards the house.

This was kind of ridiculous, that guest house thing. The house was bigger than some people normal houses. Two stories high, entire front of it in glasses, and then behind it, it looked like a lake, a small one but still…

I tried to stay composed as I kept walking to the house but when I stepped inside, that’s when the legendary-Lexi-freak-out started. What was I suppose to do now? Go around and scream “Blaaaaaaaaake”? Should I find him and beg for him to just listen to me? What should I say? Should I apologize right away? Did I still have the right to be a bit mad at him because I was?

Ugh! Lexi, SHUT UP!

I followed Josh around, thinking that maybe he knew where he was going and what he was doing. I was having a hard time sorting my thoughts coherently in my head. I was so blaming that on the cold medicine I had taken before coming here. I might have gone a little over the top with it but I hadn’t wanted to have a running nose all night long.

The music was loud, and people were packing up in the entry so it was a struggle to get pass them, enchaining the “excuse me”s, trying to scream them over the music while not tripping on my feet and not hit people with my stupid big bag.

What had I been thinking bringing this now? Maybe I should have left it in Josh car? Or bring it later? Or not bring it at all?

Ugh!

And if I did found Blake, I could never speak to him here with him… I needed to get him alone somewhere… hmm that sounded bad.

I feel stupid, utterly stupid and out of place right now…

“Maybe this was a bad idea. I mean I look stupid with my big ass bag and there’s like no place for present and Blake might not even want to talk to me let alone see me, and I mean I’m still mad at him about the whole Kendal thing… Maybe I should go…”

Josh looked at me with narrowed eyes and pointed a finger at me. “Don’t make me kick your ass.”

“But—” I didn’t get to argue more because he was about to pinch my lips together so I just back my head away and glared at him, pouting a bit. “Fine.”

“Good.” Josh grinned and started to walk again looking around, probably trying to find Blake “So. On a scale from one to ten how many chances are there that your uncalling friend shows up?”

Hmm… maybe he wasn’t looking for Blake after all. Haha.

“Honestly, like three.” I yelled over the music, “I think she was doing some cleaning in her Beatles stuff.”

Josh looked back at me, over his shoulder and stated, “The Rolling Stones are cooler.”

I stopped walking. “Oh my god you did not just say that?”

“What,” Josh asked looking worried.

“You might want to forget about her…”

 “What? Hey, what did I say?” Now he definitely looked worried.

But I didn’t have time to dwell more on this issue because my eyes were lock on the boy smiling at me few feet behind Josh.

I covered my mouth with my hands my eyes bulging. “OH. MY. GOD”

Right there stood Alex. Now that wasn’t unsettling, what was unsettling was the shirt he was wearing and more particularly what was written on it. “Sorry girls I suck dicks.”

Oh my god. What the hell was he thinking?

Josh turned around, probably to see what had made me react this way. “Now who’s this?” He sounded a bit confused and amused at the same time.

I took a deep breath, not sure what the hell was going on. “Josh this is Alex, Alex Josh.”

“That… whoa.” Josh looked between the two of us, shock very apparent on his face “Okay. Wow. That’s… that’s Alex?”

I nodded frowning a bit. How did he know Alex? Blake had probably talked about him…

“Whoa… This is priceless… Wow, I need a drink now” he went on and walked away, leaving me there with “mister I decided to come out of the closet in a really stupid way” but at least he took my big ass portfolio bag so that was a plus.

“I think I need a drink too…” I mumbled to myself.

Oh god…

I took a step forward so I wouldn’t have to shout too much at him in order to make him understand me. “May I ask what the hell?”

Alex smiled. He smiled. What a weird Papa Bear. “I figured I made you go through enough crap so this is me coming clean. I would have had to do it at one point, and now is as good as any. You’ve been way too miserable all week long for me to not try something.”

“Thank you. But you’re still an idiot for doing this like this,” I pointed out.

What was he thinking? Had he bumped his head or something? I mean it was one thing to say it to people and a whole other thing to show up with a shirt like that.

Oh god…

I’m sure Daph had something to do about this… Hadn’t she mentioned once that she wanted to buy him a shirt with that written on it?

Oh god…

“Oh thank you for the support” he said but his voice was teasing.

“It’s just…” I looked around at people staring at him, eyes bulging, going around freaking too “a little surprising…”

“That’s got to be the understatement of the year…” Alex grinned.

Again, oh god…

“What’s Travis saying about this? Is he here?” I looked around again.

Ya people were definitely staring right now.

“Well I thought with Blake completely hating me, it’d be better to not drag my boyfriend here. And no he doesn’t know. It’s kind of a spur of the moment kind of thing. I was planning on going to his window to re-declare my love. Seem to have worked most of the time between you and Blake.”

“Shut up,” I groaned punching him on the shoulder, but smiled a bit.

And that’s when I saw Blake in my peripheral vision. I turned fast to face him because if he decided to leave right away I could chase after him but he just stood there, his face completely frozen, eyes glued on Alex’s chest, blinking slowly.

I think I could actually hear Blake’s brain making all the connections.

If it hadn’t been for the fact that I was freaking out because I didn’t know how I was suppose to go on about things, I think I could have laughed at his expression.

Blake just kept staring, cupping his mouth with his hand and then trailing it in his hair, trying to compose himself I guess.

“You’re gay” he finally stated, his voice completely emotionless.

For some reason the music had died down. And I was suddenly very worried…

Alex shifted uncomfortably on his feet. Guess I wasn’t the only one worried. “Ya…”

“Did you know this when you dated Lexi?” Blake asked his voice just as blank.

Oh oh…

Alex swallowed. “Yes”

“And knowing that you were gay and not attracted to her in any way you still went out with her, not taking into consideration that you could break her heart?”

Double oh oh…

“Yes”

And then Blake took two steps forward and punched Alex straight in the face so fast no one saw it coming.

Alex fell on the ground with the force of the punch and then Blake shouted, “WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” and grabbed him by the shirt, lifting him up a bit before punching him to the ground again.

Holy crap!

I grabbed Blake by the arm before he could punch Alex again. “Blake, BLAKE, stop,” I said in a rush worried that he might hit me too because he was in a “beating up a dude” zone. But he didn’t. He just let go of Alex and looked at me.

The look he gave me almost me de me gasp; a mix of boiling anger and hurt, sadness and despair.

People around were freaking out, everyone trying to gather into the room to see what the commotion was all about.

“How could you not be…. Did you know this? You knew this?” Blake trailed his voice almost desperate.

“I did but…”

Blake cut me before I could explain myself more. “Jesus fuck… and that means… that means you didn’t… shit…”

Okay he wasn’t making sense right now.

Blake backed away a bit, his face still definitely shocked and then looked at Alex who was getting back on his feet, nose bleeding. Ouch. “You’re a fucking asshole.” Blake glared at him and then bolted out of the room, heading for the front door probably. 

I was about to run after him when someone grabbed me by the arm. I tried to wiggle my arm out of their grip but it didn’t work so I turn to glare at the person, Josh.

“The kid has a temper sometimes. Let him cool down for a second and then you can go chase after him.” Josh explained, not letting go of my arm “Here.” He handed me a red plastic glass “When you’ll be finish with this then I’ll let you go after him”

Without even thinking about it I gulped down the content of the glass in one shot, coughing afterwards, my throat burning, but wanting to just get out of here already. I wasn’t just going to let Blake run away from me. We needed to talk now, more than ever. And I wanted to see him, right now.

“WHOA! Lexi that wasn’t water you know” Josh said, his eyes widening.

“I’m done, can I…” I blinked a few times the alcohol suddenly hitting me. Ooops. I felt dizzy there for a second. I blinked a few times my vision getting blurrier by the second, and my head felt like it was in wool. “Can I go now?” I asked, blinking to clear my thoughts.

Whoa, okay that definitely wasn’t water. I widen my eyes, breathing slowly, still blinking.

“Lexi I think you should sit for a second” Josh said. I think he was worried.

Worried schmorried.

“No! Where’s…” What was I saying? Hmm… the lights twinkle… Whoa. Focus Lexi. “where’s my big ol’ bag?”

“In the kitchen but—”

I cut him “thanks,” and started to walk from where he had came from.

Kitchen, where was kitchen.

I walked around the house for a while until I finally found a room with an oven and a fridge, that ought to be it, and kept on walking around, a little wobbly though, and finally found my bag, resting on a chair.

I took it and headed out.

It took longer than I had expected to go back to Blake’s house. My new shoes were pinching my feet and it was dark and I was trying to walk fast so it was a complete fail. At least the side of the road was lightened by torches so I didn’t get lost or anything.

When I finally saw the house I went straight for the front door because I wasn’t sure I could be sneaky with getting inside and I wasn’t sure I would be able to actually remember where the pool was. Plus I wasn’t complete sure Blake had came here.

So like a stupid stalking girl I started to knock on the front door a little too energetically.

After maybe a minute of pounding, Anita opened the door, a broom in her hands, holding it awkwardly.

“Oh, cielos! You scare me little miss!” Anita breathed and dropped the broom.

I tried to hold in my giggle.

Be serious Lexi, this is serious matter.

Ninja, ninjaaaaaaa.

Focus.

“Is Blake here? Did Blake come home?” I finally asked. Yes that was why I was here.

Blake!

Blake’s hot and he smells good. I want to lick his chest… Focus!

“No, I did not see him” Anita answered looking a bit sorry.

“Are you sure? Are you sure he didn’t sneak in the house. He does that, he sneaks in houses and is all sleek about it? Are you sure he didn’t sneak in his room?” I pressed, running my hands through my hair, dropping my bag.

She nodded. “Yes I’m sure.”

“Damn it!”

Where was he? Where was he hiding?

I sighed heavily, looking up at the sky and that’s when it hit me.

The cemetery. Of course! He had to be there!

“Anita, can you drop this in Blake’s room,” I asked, handing her my bag “and if for some reason he’s in his room tell him to go to the cemetery?”

“You okay?” She took the bag and looked at me, frowning, concerned.

“Not sure, will know in a few minutes though” I answered and tried to remember where to walk to get to the cemetery.

The trek was… well let’s just say it didn’t go smoothly. My heels kept digging into the soil making me trip quite a few times. Plus I had the booze to add to the “not being balanced” equation. I would have taken my shoes off if it hadn’t been for the fact that the ground was cold and wet.

I was pretty sure my palms and knees were full of dirt. There was a naughty joke in there I was sure…

After what it felt like hours after I finally arrived at the fence marking the beginning of the cemetery and I kind of awkwardly rolled over it falling on my ass on the other side.

“Crap,” I groaned. I hoped I didn’t ruin my dress… or my shoes. Dirt sucks.

“Lexi?” a voice asked, further away form where I was standing.

Blake.

Scores! I rocked at knowing where to find him.

Oh crap! He might run away! NO!

I started to sprint to where his voice had came from to be sure he wouldn’t bolt on me again but fell down like at least five times.

Ugh!

But all in all, I did get pretty fast to him and found him sitting crossed leg at the same spot he had blurred all those things about his brother.

“Blake! Please don’t leave and just hear me out and then when I’ll be done you can tell me to get away and that you don’t want to see me again and I’ll leave and do it alright?” I pleaded, letting myself fall in front of him.

He nodded, biting his bottom lip… hmm sexy… so I went on. “I’m so sorry Blake. I’m sorry for what I said, I shouldn’t have freaked the way I did Saturday but I… Well you know about Alex now.”

I ran my fingers though my curls to make sure there weren’t branches in them or something and kept on blurring really fast, “That… it… it screwed me up alright. Ever since I dated a gay guy I second guess everything and I can’t bring myself to trust anyone when it comes to feelings. And I just don’t trust myself to be enough for anyone… for you… and it scares me, the way I feel it frightens me because I have no control over it. And this week’s been the worse week ever. I’ve missed you so much. Your hoodies barely smell like you anymore so I’m getting a little desperate here. All I’ve wanted, all week long was to speak with you again, I want things to go back to the perfect way they were. I want to joke with you, I want to feel your heart beating, I want to kiss you and frack I want to lick your goddamn chest alright!”

Blake sighed. “You’re drunk.”

“And I love you. No need to state the obvious.”

I barely had the time to finish my sentence and Blake was crushing me in his arms, kissing me.

Oh crap. I had just told him I loved him right? Whoa. Really smooth Lexi…

I mean it was the truth but I was kind of tipsy right now so did it count?

Oh oh! Did this mean I had the right to lick his chest now?

My hands wrapped around Blake’s neck, holding him tighter against me. For a second there I felt like crying because I had missed him so much…

My lips moved frantically against his, while he brushed his fingers through my hair, he wouldn’t find any branches in it, ha ha! Woah focus Lexi.

“What did you drink? You taste like cough medicine and rhum” Blake chuckled, letting me breathe for a second, his forehead pressed against mine, his lips still brushing against mine.

“I kinda downed fast whatever Josh gave me. The effects should wear off soon, I didn’t drink that much.”

“It’s a shame, I’m really enjoying you drunk” Blake smirked and ran his fingers through my curls, bringing my lips to his again.

When Blake stopped kissing me, I had a hard time remembering how to breathe.

Was it blasphemy to make out in a cemetery? I hoped not? Would we be smite by god’s lightening or something?

I seriously hoped not.

“I’m so sorry too Pumpkin.” Blake whispered, playing with my curls. Someone liked the curls. “I should have told you sooner, told you everything but there’s some things I did that I’m not proud of. And I knew you wouldn’t be proud of me when you’d know about Kendal and the way you see me… you can’t imagine how important it is for me. I’d tell you I love you too but I had something a little more romantic in mind then in a cemetery while you’re drunk.” He smirked.

I trailed my fingers over his lips “I don’t really care about romantic.”

Blake kissed them and kept smiling, brushing his nose against mine softly “But I do because I’m cheesy that way.”

I laughed. And I kissed him again.

“But just so you know” he whispered, his thumb on my chin, stopping me from kissing him, “You might have said it first but I loved you first.”

If it hadn’t been for the fact that all the kissing was making me all weak in the knees I think I would have broke into a happy dance because technically in my book that so counted as a “I love you”.

I licked his bottom lips. “Fat chance”

“Wanna bet?”

I smiled. “Right now I’d rather kiss you actually.” And I did.

At this point I was sitting on his lap, my legs on both sides of his, my hands playing in his hair or curling around his neck, while he was holding on of my thigh with one hand and still playing with my curls with the other. His tongue was parting my lips, trailing around them, taking his time. It didn’t feel like we needed to rush anything right now. It felt like everything would be perfect actually.

“I’m sorry again Pumpkin,” Blake whispered, backing away a bit to look in my eyes, his hand on my thigh going up a little, his thumb drawing circles on the side “And you can trust me when I say that I would have wanted you to be the one and only girl in my life but I was stupid”

“That you were,” I agreed, holding him around the waist. My goal was to slip my hands under his shirt to run my fingers on his sexy back actually “But I forgive you. Because you smell good.” I smiled. He laughed. And we kissed.

After a little while, Blake let me breathe again, I was seriously having trouble with that and his lips lightly brushed against my neck and collarbone “I like the dress.” I could feel him smiling against my skin while I held his head in my hands.

My eyes closed against their will. “I think it’s ruined though”

“Looks fine to me…” his lips trailed up, going at my jaws all the way to my ear brushing his nose against my skin, kissing it. “I love the curls”

“I noticed” I whispered, my voice getting seriously weak.

“You look feisty with the curls,” Blake said, his voice getting huskier, his lips coming back to mine, grazing my bottom lip with his teeth.

Oh sweet Jesus…

“I missed you” I told him, looking in his eyes.

“Me too. Let’s agree to not do anything like this again. The not speaking for a week I mean, not the making out.”

I chuckled. “Agreed”

And I brought his head back to mine and started to kiss him, and it felt like there were sparks between our lips and I don’t think I had kissed Blake that much in a row before and it was maddening and all I wanted was to kiss him more. More more more. Next thing I knew I was kind pushing him against the ground, straddling him, urgency finally sweeping through my lips, my hands sliding under his shirt enjoying how his muscled tensed when I did, trying to keep some kind of coherent thinking even though the booze and how soft his lips were and how good he tasted didn’t really help.

Blake’s hand that had curled under my jaw softly held my head away, breaking our lips apart. “We should go back, it’s getting cold here,” he whispered, his eyes drating between my lips and my eyes.

“Alright. But I don’t wanna go back to the loud music. And I want to get you drunk so you can spill everything I still don’t know,” I grinned, getting a good grip on the back of his hair.

Blake laughed and got on his feet with me still in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. “Fine with me.”

We walked back to his house; well technically he walked carrying me on his back. My shoes were definitely hurting my feet now and I’m pretty sure it would have taken me hours to walk back on my own. Anyway Blake wasn’t complaining about this arrangement and I was definitely not either.

Part of me felt bad for keeping him away from his birthday party, but he had mentioned that if he went back he might punch Alex again and that either way it wasn’t a huge loss, so I was okay with it in the end.

Was it bad that even with all the kissing we had been doing so far I still wanted to kiss him? Like a lot?

When we got to his house and Blake set me on my feet, closing the door behind him, I pretty much kicked my shoes away and threw myself on Blake, wrapping my arms around his neck, pushing him against the door, maybe a little roughly.

Oops.

Me drunk. Me no control over actions.

“So you’re an aggressive drunk. Nice to know,” Blake said, his eyes twinkling. In the light of the house I could see their colors. There was barely any grey in them anymore, almost just dark blue.

I groaned. “Just shut up and kiss me”

“Oh and ordering to top it all off” Blake smirked, laughing.

“Jerk” I slapped his chest and kissed him “I’m not even that drunk anymore.”

Blake tried to hold his laugh. He couldn’t even imagine how happy I was that he looked happy again. Seeing him sad all week long had been seriously hard on me. “That’s why you sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star all the way back here?”

That I had, in between kissing his neck which made me laugh a bit because every time I did his walking had slowed down. It was kind of trilling to have this effect on Blake Eaton.

Everything that was happening hadn’t exactly all sank in yet. I was pretty sure that once sober I’d start squealing and happy-dancing all over the place.

I brought his face down to my level, “You’re getting on my nerves”

“Is that so?” Blake lips brushed against mine, not kissing just yet and I closed my eyes, waiting, but he just backed away, laughing and took my hand in his “Come on”

“Jerk” I slapped his back with my free hand, laughing, and followed him.

We walked in the house and got into a room I never had, the kitchen. It was a “all in stainless steel” kind of thing, modern. Same style as Alex kitchen actually.

“You hungry?” Blake asked while I sat at one of the stool by the center counter and Blake stood on the other side.

“Sure but you can’t cook Blake,” I reminded him, grinning, leaning on the counter.

“I could surprise you” he answered in a raspy voice.

Don’t jump over the counter and on him Lexi. You have no coordination. You’ll fall miserably and look like an idiot.

“Yes setting fire to the kitchen would definitely be a surprise.”

“Party pooper” Blake grinned, and leaned over the counter, kissing me.

That’s when Anita walked in.

She started to speak in Spanish, well I think it was Spanish and Blake answered her and I was glaring at both of them getting annoyed. I flicked Blake’s ear to show my discontentment.

“Anita will cook us her awesome food” Blake grinned.

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You know I hate it when you speak foreign languages in front of me”

“Yes but you love me so you can deal with it.” There was definite smugness and over joy in the way he said that. It made the butterflies in my stomach flap their wings like they were on speed.

“You like that don’t you”

“You have no idea,” Blake smiled, a smile that made my heart skip a beat and kissed me over the counter again.

“So,” Blake started, leaning back “want to get me drunk here or in another room? Cause the alcohol is in the bar in the dinner room.”

I frowned, thinking about it. “Well technically this will be a lot easier to clean up if you puke. And technically you should have a major hangover after your eighteenth birthday.”

“Good then kitchen it is.” Blake laughed “Give me five minutes.” And then he walked out the kitchen.

“We’ve been missing you around here.” Anita said, when Blake wasn’t in sight anymore “You better come more often now.”

“Don’t worry, I plan on being her often enough to annoy you.” I smiled. The thought was definitely nice.

I mean this was it now wasn’t it? We hadn’t actually said the words but we were dating right? Girlfriend and boyfriend. Exclusive on the kissing. Lots and lots of kissing. Hopeful some chest licking too.

Anita smiled, working over the oven. “I doubt that will happen.”

I smiled. And then I frowned. “Hey question? Will you teach me stuff in Spanish at one point? I’d like to be able to understand a little bit from time to time.”

“I be more than happy to help you with that” Anita laughed.

I grinned wide. “Thanks!” I had an urge to go up and hug her. But that would be awkward right?

Blake came back quickly with a bunch of bottles in his hand, smirking. Oh oh… I might be in trouble now.

“Hey Anita, you still got any of those mangos you made this morning,” he asked while settling them all on the counter in front of me. There was a lot of alcohol right there.

Anita nodded, eyes glued on the food she was making us. My nostril weren’t working properly to know what though. “Yes a whole lot of it.”

“Can I have it?”

“Sure, in the fridge, top shelf”

“I love mangos.” Blake explained, putting a Tupperware container with something that looked like yellow puree on the counter.

I smiled a little. “You taste like mangos”

Blake smiled too. “Is that so?”

I licked my lips. “It’s kind of nice actually.”

“You’re cute,” he kissed me again “So, ever had a Mango Martini.

“Have you? Cause Martini in my mind is a chick drink,” I teased.

“Considering it’s my grandma that taught me how to do Martinis I won’t take this as an insult.”

“Your grandma,” I laughed.

“Yep on my father’s side. She loves her Martinis.” Blake started to explain getting things out, walking around while Anita kept cooking. “Sometimes while she’s cooking, she asks us to make her her Martini so she showed me.”

“So you’re making me a Mango Martini,” I asked raising my eyebrows.

“Yep. For starter”

Oh oh. There was that evil smirk again.

“I suddenly feel very worried”

“You should.” His eyes twinkled. I wanted to kiss him.

Blake worked fast putting vodka, triple sec, the mango juice, squeezed lime and glass into the Martini shaker. I looked at him, smiling. Every now and then he’d lean over the counter and brush his lips against mine.

I loved how natural this felt.

The Mango Martini was nice. It was seriously refreshing. I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed it that much though if I hadn’t drank before. It was like the more I drank the less the taste of alcohol bothered me.

After finishing that though Blake had an even eviler smirk on his lips while taking little shooter glasses out.

“I’m suddenly very worried and I don’t think we should do Tequila Bang Bang shots with Anita here.”

Because that would definitely be a good reason to lick his chest.

I want to liiiiick his chest! I want to attack him actually. Dance around too. Hmm… Twinkle twinkle little star.

“Well I’m done so you kids can have fun.” Anita said setting a plate between us with burritos in it “No messing around in my kitchen though. Got that young man?” She poked him on the chest when she said that.

“Yes ma’am,” Blake said with a big fake smile.

“Good. If you throw up, you clean.”

I laughed while she waved and left us there.

When she was out Blake gaze locked on me. “Tequila Bang Bang will be for later, I want you to drink something else first.”

Worried schmorried.

“What?” I don’t think I’m going to like this. Oh oh! Shooters off his body! Now! Please?

“911”

Huh?

I frowned brushing my fingers through my curls. “You want me to drink the police?”

“No.” Blake laughed. “911 shooters. Tabasco and vodka.”

What the deuce?

“You out of your freaking mind?”

Blake smirked, leaning over the counter, his lips barely an inch from mine. He smells gooooooood. “I dare you,” he whispered.

I licked his lips. “You want to kill me?”

“You can lick my chest afterwards.”

“Really” I said and my voice sounded both whiny and pleading.

I want to lick his chest, please please please. Now. Please. Please?

He tapped my nose lightly with his index “Your face right now Pumpkin is priceless.”

“Shut up. Can I lick it now? Pretty please?”

“This is nice, I have a means to bargain now. Shooter first.”

“I don’t think I love you anymore.”

“Come on”

I made a face and smelled the shooter. “Tabasco and vodka?”

That boy is out of his mind. He better let me lick his chest for a while after that.

“It’ll be good for your cold.”

Pff. Ya right.

I took a deep breathe, closed my eyes, I can’t believe I’m about to drink this, and downed it in one shot.

“AH! HOT!” I started to fan my tongue sticking it out “Water!”

Blake was laughing hysterically but managed to say “Water won’t help”

“Shut up! Water will help!” I glared and headed for the sink

Blake kept laughing while I put my head in the sink drinking directly from the tap.

It took a few minutes before I could feel my tongue again.

Plus I was consistently more dizzy and incoherent.

Bubbles…

Still I wobbled to a laughing Blake who wrapped his arms around me.

“Now take your shirt off. I’m licking that chest,” I grabbed the hem of his shirt ready to tear it off of him. “By the way, happy birthday.”