| LEXI MICHAELSON |

"Blake... Is that you?"

"Oh look who it is! The girl of my dreams..." He sounded drunk on the other line. "This seems like a drunken call to an ex."

Ex? My heart started thumping faster because I was dying of curiosity.

"W- What? Blake, are you fin-"

"Oh, of course! I'm perrrrfectly fine. Fine and dandy. Dandy and fine. Do you know what these... these gummy bears are doing in my room? And they are so cute I even ate one of 'em." So he was drunk and blabbering. But why? Why did he feel the need to drink? Was he happy? Was he upset? I wanted so desperately to know.

"Um... Where exactly are you right now, Blake? I could pick you up?" I offered.

I heard him laughing. "Suuuure. That's absurd since you can't pick me up because I'm too heavy for your petite arms. Well, they are soft... and soft, and very soft that I would bite every inch and not get tired." Then he cackled. "I'm blabbering, aren't I? Can you come here, my darling? I wish to pet you and sleep in your arms, oh how deli- delightful I'd be! But your father is a very strict perrrrson. He wants me to keep you happy. Huh! As if I'd post a, post a post-it note saying you are happy."

"Blake. Where are you?" I demanded.

"Where would a nerd like me would like to be? At my very precious- oh stop dancing around, will you? I need to study for my test and you are dras- distras-ting- distracting!" I heard him talking to himself. "Will you come over and shut these yummy gummy bears up? I'm in my room and- hey you! The green one! Stop, right away!"

I giggled a bit and nodded, as if he could see. "I'll be over in five."

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Fifteen minutes into my climbing out of the window of my room without scratching my skin up, I finally got down on the ground of the side of front yard. Except it didn't take me five minutes as I told him so.

When I strolled over to his house, I looked up to see his room was lit up and curtains were blocking my not-so-clear-view. I called on his phone so he could let me in and all he did was burp on the line. Few minute later, the door to his house clicked open and there he was, sleepy and intoxicated. I stopped from lounging myself at him because the net barrier was stopping me to do so. I took a long look at his state. Black disheveled hair, sleepy eyes looking at me with so much intensity, one hand holding a bottle of Tequila and other massaging the scalp of his hair. He was dressed in a white vest and black jeans.

"Blake, open it up. Let me in." I said to him at which, he smiled.

"You came..." His eyes were looking at me differently which sent loads of shiver up my spine.

"Of course. Can I come in?" I eagerly wanted to come in and just wrap my arms around him.

"Sure. Did you bring extra bears?" Err, what? He asked, making me confused.

"Yeah, they went right in your room. Let's go see them." I made an excuse and chuckled at Blake who seemed to buy that lame excuse.

"Alrighty!" He opened the screen door and cheerfully let me inside the house, but before I could hug him, he ran upstairs, leaving me to chase after him.

His house was obviously dark because it was middle of the night and so when I walked upstairs, I spotted Blake's room quickly and entered to see him sitting on the floor and drinking from the bottle. I pursed my lips together, rather tightly and just walked over to him and sat down beside him.

A few moments passed and we were just staring at nothing with the only movement of Blake drinking from the bottle. "So, wanna share?" I asked the first this that came to my mind.

His head turned to me and he shrugged, handing the bottle to me. I took the bottle and giggled. I decided to backtrack to make myself clearer. "I was talking about why you are drinking. What was so depressing that you found the need to drink?"

He chuckled dryly. "You wouldn't understand. Why are you here, anyway?" Ouch. Was the cuddly, sleepy Blake gone already?

"I came here to... Just..." Why did I came here for? To show sympathy that he was drinking? To stop him from drinking? Or to see him?

"See? You don't even know why you're here." He rolled his eyes and took a swig from the bottle which he had taken vigorously from my hand.

"I came here to be with you. You haven't talked to me ever since you met my dad and... Oh my God, did anything happen, Blake?" I gasped.

"Your old man doesn't like me, I think." My heart sank at his words. "He thinks I'm toying with his daughter because apparently, I don't look nice enough."

I stayed quiet. What could I say? That my father was just being protective, of course he would be protective. But that fact that he practically called Blake ugly, it basically was shameful.

So, we're not gonna end up together?

"I'm... Sorry." I said simply. "I didn't know-"

"But, I can't." Blake whirled towards me and whispered. "I can't lose you." He stared intently in my eyes and made me stare back at him, too.

"Blake, you know how I can't go against my family-" I tried to say but he stood up immediately and glared at me.

"Bullshit! That's all bullshit, I tell you! What is so special about your family, huh? Your old man hates me, your mother doesn't talk to you, you sister doesn't give two shits about us, why do you still-" he was cut off by me.

"They are my family, Blake. However messed up they are..." I looked down, tearing up as I thought about my messed up life.

Blake came closer to me. "Lexi... We can make this work, if we try. The least we can do is to try. If this won't work, I'll let you go. You have to understand me." He put his hands on my shoulders as I tossed his hands away from my body. I may be wanting comfort right now but I didn't want to let this go without a fight. I'm not a loser.

I'm not quitter.

I'm not going to back down without a fight.

"To hell with it! To hell with your thoughts about my family!" I walked away from him.

"Are you seriously backing down now? After all the chemistry we've tried to build up between us? I thought you were different. I thought you would understand where I'm coming from!" Blake's voice broke momentarily but it felt as if he was feeling down.

Then it clicked me; he had a fear of losing people.

My anger subsided a bit after the thoughts of Blake telling me about his past came rushing in my mind. He was afraid of losing me.

That, however, was sweet as it was. I wanted so bad to bring that anger back I felt a moment ago. I wanted to have that rushing adrenaline again. I wanted to fight, to shout, to scream until this night would turn into dawn. But that wasn't possible because the man that I fell in love with practically confessed that he was afraid of losing me. Of better yet, terrified.

Tears welled in my eyes and I blinked, letting them roll pass my cheeks. In a moment, he was in front of me, trapping me by putting both of his hands beside me, on the wall. "I... I'm-"

"I'm terrified of losing you, Lexi. I don't want to let you go." He whispered. There, he said it. His breath smelled like Tequila and mint.

He's drunk and probably out of his mind.

"You're drunk." I stated the obvious.

"And you're mine." He smirked and slammed his lips on mine, making me gasp at the foreign move. His lips moved with mine dangerously and I was a bit slow to catch up with him.

He pulled away after a short amount of time and smiled sheepishly at me. "You're mine. You understand me? Mine."

"I'm not someone's property..." My feminist side jumped up and down in anger. "You can't make me yours."

"Oh, but I can make you my girl, if I want. But what I'm wanting right now are your lips." He kissed me again. "Those beautiful, lustful, sinful lips of yours, God."

And he kissed me again. This time, I gave in and moved my lips in synchronization with his. And God, he was right. It was lustful, sinful and a beautiful moment.

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No outro... Just read and enjoy ;-)
-F. xx