Chapter 47

"So, you missed me Pumpkin?" Blake asked, his nice smile turning into one of his oh so familiar smirks, and put the books back on the floor.

I rolled my eyes at him, as always. "Yes I missed you so much Blake, I can't go on without you for more than ten minutes," I said sarcastically, but rethought that for like a second.

Wasn't that sort of the truth lately?

I was pathetic. Really really pathetic. I should just stop feeling like this. It was so stupid.

"See how easy it was to admit, Pumpkin?" he chuckled and walked towards me.

I rolled my eyes again.

"So? What are we working on first?" I asked him.

"You could read my paper, so we'll be done with that and then we can finish the play and work on math after."

I agreed and followed him to his computer. He turned off the music and opened the file with his work on WWII.

"Enjoy," he laughed, letting me sit on the computer chair before going back to his library.

"Josh convinced you to be more careful with your books?" I asked him, smiling a little.

"Yeah, he threatened to bring Miss Puss in if I didn't and I do not enjoy cat's hair all over my things," Blake snorted.

I laughed a little, thinking about an innuendo, but then shook my head frowning.

Wow. Blake was getting into a bad influence.

I shook my head again, slightly, and focused my gaze back on the file in front of me, and read it, getting a little pissed by it actually.

He didn't sound like a complete imbecile. He sounded like someone who knew his stuff and was good at this.

Why the hell had he even asked for my help? He clearly didn't need it.

That paper was written better than a lot of my own projects.

Why did he have to freaking master everything?

"What? Is it that bad?" Blake asked, and I turned my head to see him frowning.

"No, the exact opposite actually. Blake? Did you lie? You know with the whole I need your help at school thing?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"Because, you kick ass at writing, and I don't think you have any problem with reading either, and now history is all good, and you wouldn't have needed me for that anyway," I started to trail.

"Need I remind you math? And freaking chemistry and physic too. I honestly never thought I'd say something like that, but I could quite frankly kill the bastard that discovered friction and acceleration and all made up those stupid rules with the freaking x and y! I'm not going to send a freaking elephant on Saturn, so I obviously don't need to know how the gravity on it is going to affect it," Blake started to rant, making me laugh. "What?"

"No need to go all Christian Bale on me," I laughed and then got up from the computer chair. "So, are we finishing that play so we can get to the good stuff you know the lovely world of mathematics?"

"I'm not even going to grace that comment with a reply, that's how much I hate math," Blake scowled a little and went to pick up something in his bag, the script.

I laughed again and walked with him to the second floor, letting myself fall on the recliner while he sat on the couch, as usual.

"So how do we do this? There are other characters now, right?" I asked, as I flipped the pages, seeing other names than Dona Sol and Hernani.

That was a good thing, right? That meant there wouldn't be any lovey-owey-goey things?

Yeah, I really shouldn't make assumptions. Look where it got me last time.

"I can be Dona Josefa again, and you can be annoying Don Carlos," Blake snorted, folding the sheets.

"Okay, but I'm not doing a dude's deep voice," I chuckled lightly.

"No need, Don Carlos is a wuss, he doesn't have a deep voice, for all I know he doesn't even have balls. They've been cut off because he was thirsting for his niece."

"A little obsessive with balls, aren't we Blakey-Boy," I smirked at him.

"Just read the damn line," Blake said, rolling his eyes.

"Are you through with your life's story? Do you think that it's comfortable in there?" I read for his sake, Don Carlos' line.

"Okay before I go on, do I really need to put my hand on my sword?" he said, referring to the note before his line. "We're going to be in front of the class, it could be awkward right?" Blake said evilly and I slapped his arm for that.

"Now, you just read your damn line and stop turning everything into sexual innuendos!"

"Please, you love it," Blake smirked.

"Read," I ordered him, pointing to his text.

"Fine," he rolled his eyes at me, and then lowered them to his text. "Who is this man?"

"Heavens! Help!" I read, Dona Sol's line now.

"Quiet, Dona Sol! You might open some jealous eyes. When I am close, call for no one's help but mine. What are you doing here?" Blake continued, Hernani's line this time.

"It is quite apparent that I am not on my Sunday stroll," I read, trying to change my voice a little, even though I had said I wouldn't, but things would just get confusing. "You know, that Don Carlos is funny," I smirked a little at Blake, looking away from my script.

"Take that back or get out of my room," Blake said, his voice solemn.

Was he serious?

"You mean that?" I laughed a little.

"Hell yeah, I mean it! Take it back woman. We do not like Don Carlos in this household, you get that?"

Still laughing I answered, "I just said he was funny!"

"I don't care. I don't enjoy his character and if you want to spend time with the awesome piece of meat I am, you're going to have to take it back and apologize."

"Well, looks like I'm leaving then," I told him with a big grin and got up.

"Oh, you go ahead, but you walk through that door young lady and you'll have to run around the school halls naked," Blake threatened.

A little overdramatic, wasn't he?

"This does not apply here."

"Like hell it does," Blake smirked at me.

"I hate you," I mumbled and sat back on the recliner, indulging him in his little tantrum. "Sorry, Don Carlos is an ass. Happy now?"

"Very," Blake said, still smirking arrogantly, not looking like he was going to go on with the play, but just thoroughly enjoy the fact that I had apologized which was kind of pushing it a lot wasn't it?

I could have easily argued longer, and win this fight.

But I guess I was starting to give in to him, way too easily.

Once again, I was pathetic.

"Just read your damn line," I told him, rolling my eyes.

Blake chuckled and then read, "Who laughs after such an insult, may not live to laugh again."

"To each their time. Let us be frank, sir. You love madam and her dark eyes. Your own reflect in hers every night. That is all very well. I love madam also. I needed to know who it was I saw at her window every night while I waited at the door," I read, Don Carlos word.

"You see why he's an ass? Trying to get in between those two. Ass, I'm telling you," Blake smirked.

"Just read Blake," I sighed.

Blake still smirking went on, "For honor's sake, you may exit by my usual entrance, sir."

"We shall see. I now offer my love to madam. Better yet, let's share. I see enough love for the two of us," I read, but Blake cut me before I could go on.

"You heard that? Sharing? Now if that doesn't convince you. Sharing. Ew. If he really loved you, he wouldn't want to share."

"Blake it's just a play," I sighed again.

"But I do have a point, don't I?"

I shook my head slightly at his stubbornness, smiling just a little, not answering and went on. "So tonight, I came in by surprise, hid myself, and listened, trying to keep quiet in that hole. I only managed to suffocate myself. Oh, and I wrinkled my vest, dear me, so I came out."

"See! He came out of the closet, he's clearly not the one for Dona Sol," Blake snorted.

That hit a little too close to home.

"Blake! Script," I whined.

Blake grin was huge as he read Hernani's next line. "My sword is as uncomfortable as you were. It dearly wants out."

"As you please, sir," I answered as Don Carlos

"Now do I really need to draw my sword?" Blake said evilly, referring to the note before his line.

"Yes Blake, you do, you have to go up in front of the whole damn class drop your pants and just show it to the entire world," I answered, rolling my eyes.

"I was really referring to a sword, but I like the way you're thinking Pumpkin," Blake replied and started to laugh hysterically.

Oh fracking unbelievable.

I hit him with my script. "You're an idiot Blake. You know that?"

But he just kept laughing and then read his line, raising his arm in the air like he had a sword, "En garde!"

I read Dona Sol line, "Hernani," and then Don Carlos', "Calm yourself, madame."

"Tell me your name," Blake read.

"Your name, sir," I continued.

"My name is for another who will one day hear it as he feels my dagger searching out his heart in his breast," Blake said.

"What is his name, then?" I read, still as Don Carlos.

"What does it matter now? En garde! Defend yourself," Blake read, a little louder, getting a little too much into the character and making me laugh. "Oh and, for your information, no way in hell am I crossing swords with Don Carlos or anyone for that matter," he added, referring to the note.

"Oh please Blake, enough already," I sighed, leaning my head back, after slapping his arm.

Blake just laughed.

Ignoring it, I read the next line, Dona Sol this time, "My God! Someone's knocking!"

"Who's knocking?" Blake read as Hernani and then used a high pitch voice and said Dona Josefa's part, "Madam! It's the Duke!"

I chuckled a little before reading Dona Sol's line. "The Duke! All is lost! Oh my!"

"Oh! The unknown one decided to fight! What a scene! What a scandal," Blake hissed, using the high pitch voice again, holding his hand to his heart, making me fully laugh this time.

What an idiot. A really sexy idiot, unfortunately.

"What can we do?" Blake continued, Hernani's part. "Oh and I'll do the voice," he added "Dona Sol! Dona Sol! Open up! Alright now Hernani again. Don't open it."

"This is getting into a confusing monologue," I laughed.

"I know," Blake chuckled.

"St-Jacques save us," he said, the high pitch voice and then normally as Hernani, "Let's hide."

"In the cupboard?" I finally said, Don Carlos speaking.

"Get in. We shall survive," Blake read.

"Are you sure it's not too large for the both of us?" I said as Don Carlos.

Blake shook his head, probably keeping a comment about how Don Carlos was an ass and then went on with Hernani's line. "Let's go this way."

And now, Don Carlos turn, "Good night, then. I shall remain here."

"Your blood shall pay for this, sir. What if I barricade the door?" Blake said.

"Open the door."

"What is he saying?" Blake answered.

"Let him in. I tell you," I answered Don Carlos last line and then read Dona Sol's last one. "This is surely the end."

"And cut," Blake yelled, making the motion with his hand, before leaning back in the couch. "Finally done. I don't like it when Don Carlos' there, he's such a party pooper."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Stop whining," I said, pushing his shoulder and settled back in the recliner too. "So, who's at the door anyway?"

"Your uncle, you know the one you'll marry," Blake laughed, a smirk on his lips.

I ignored that. "You know what? I think I actually like that play, aside from your comments that is. How does it end? Does it have a nice ending?"

Blake looked at me, straight in the eyes and I felt self-conscious for a few seconds.

"Yes, there's a nice ending," he answered me, softly.

Okay, what was that supposed to mean?

But as always, before I could say anything, Blake stopped me.

"So, math?" he frowned, obviously displeased about having to do that.

"Yeah math," I chuckled.

"Isn't there anything else we could do?" he asked me, a huge smirk appearing on his face, his eyebrow wiggling suggestively.

"Aren't you getting tired of this?" I sighed.

"Nope, never!"

Stupid Blake and all his stupid sexual innuendos. But I guessed, he wouldn't be the Blake I knew if he didn't make them.

Would I want him to stop making any if I could change him?

Oddly the answer was no. I didn't want to change anything in Blake. This was Blake. My friend. Yes, he was my friend, and it was a nice feeling to think that. Did I want more? Maybe. But I didn't want to put in line the friendship, because the friendship was nice. Really, really nice. And I wouldn't trade it for anything.

"So, math," I said, and got up to get my books from my bag.

"Why don't you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it while you're at it," Blake groaned.

"Oh you big crying baby! Stop whining," I laughed, and took my book out. "Math."

"I hate math."

"I know, you mentioned."

"Hey! Weren't we supposed to find something to give Vanessa a reason to come back in town?" Blake suddenly asked.

Damn! That's right! I always forgot. I had a tendency to lose brain capacity around him, for some strange unexplainable reason.

"You sneaky bastard, trying to get out of doing your math homework," I laughed.

"Hey, a guy's gotta work with what he has."

"True. Anyway, what did you have in mind?"

"Well, at the end of the month, they're supposed to have classes for the talent show. I know the principal asked for my dad, so maybe we could ask him to refer Vanessa too. I'm sure if my dad calls, her school won't mind her leaving," Blake trailed.

"Well, that sounds good," I agreed.

"We should go ask dad though. He could be home," Blake said, and got up from his couch.

"Like right now?" I frowned.

"Yes, right now. Anything to not do math," he smirked a little and walk right by me, close enough that I could smell his nice, nice scent.

Why did he smell so good? To top it all off, he had to freaking smell good. Why did he freaking need to have everything for him? Wouldn't it be nice to be a little flawed? That way I wouldn't be so damn attracted to him. Because yes, I was, of course I was. It didn't mean anything though. It was just a hormone thing.

Well at least that was the explanation I was sticking to.

"Don't just stand there, Pumpkin. Come on," Blake pressed.

I rolled my eyes at him, but still followed him down the stairs.

Blake walked quickly, knowing his surroundings, and exactly where he was heading. He opened a door, calling for his dad, but closed it right away.

"Not here," he just told me and walked to another door.

Damn, this house was huge.

Blake stopped in front of a normal looking kind of door and then walked in. "Mom, where's Dad?" he said, leaving me at the entry, frozen.

When I looked in the room, I saw what I thought I'd see.

It was Blake's Mom study.

Sophia Everingham's study.

Where dozens of mind-blowing books must have been written in. That was freaking sacred ground.

I just stayed there, unable to walk in.

"He's out, went to the conservatory I think, something to do with a mix up with music sheets. I can't remember. Your father just sounded annoyed when he explained. Why?" I could hear Blake's Mom answer.

I peeked a little in the room, and saw her sitting behind a desk, computer turned on, wearing glasses, and Blake standing in front.

"I had to ask him something about the talent show at the end of the month, at our school. You know when he's coming back?" Blake asked her.

"Shouldn't be too long now. He didn't sound too eager to go in the first place, don't think he'll stay longer than necessary," she told him and then looked my way, smiling.

I smiled back.

"Alright, thanks Mom. Oh and kill that damn wuss, now will you?" he said to her, before walking away, and I could see her shaking her head very lightly, but she was still smiling our way.

Blake closed the door behind him, and stopped in front of me.

"We'll wait downstairs for him. That way we'll catch him right away when he comes back," Blake trailed and then his eyes wandered in the direction to where his room was. "I'll go get our bags, you can head for the living room," he said and started to walk away.

"And I'm supposed to know where that is?" I asked behind him, but he was already running to his room.

Idiot.

I looked around, sighing heavily and then decided that the living room had to be downstairs. Wasn't it the huge room at the entry, the one that looked like it came out of Buckingham Palace?

I decided that it must be it and headed in that direction.

But before I could even get to the room, Blake was already back.

"You running freak," I snorted, as he handed me my bag.

Blake just chuckled.

And then we walked in the room, and I didn't know if I should be in awe or just annoyed.

This was ridiculous, really. There were like three sets of chairs, one beside each fire place, there where two on both side of the room, and then the other one in front of the great window. The ceilings were super high, there were wooden beams everywhere on it, and a huge wooden chandelier hanging from it. Over the two fire places there were paintings, painting even taller than me, and it was moment like this I just wanted to scowl and say life was unfair.

Life was unfair.

"Your face right now? Priceless," Blake smirked and went to sit by the set of couches in front of the window, those ones were dark blue.

"Just wait. Just wait Blakey-Boy, we'll do math and you'll be taking these words back," I threatened and sat down.

"Oh really?" Blake laughed, opening his book. "Alright. If you say so... Pooky," Blake smirked evilly and I hit him with my own math book.

"How many times do I have to say this? Do. Not. Call me. POOKY," I told him and hit him with the book on the arm again.

Blake laughed and threw his book on me, which landed on my lap. "I'll call you however I want to, Pooky. My cute but mute teddy bear," he laughed even more.

"Oh, you little prick," I scowled and threw the book back at Blake.

After a little while, Blake's Dad got home, and agreed to our demand, asking for Vanessa's number, telling us he'd get on it right away.

It made me feel a little better that I could somehow maybe bring a little happiness to my brother, and to my bestfriend too, because they both needed each other.

And it made me even more grateful towards Blake, for actually agreeing to help me with this. Why the hell hadn't I realized that before? Why hadn't I seen that Blake could not act like a jerk sometimes?

I left before dinner time, and then got home to find my dad, who seemed alright still and my brother, who wasn't so bad now.

We would be alright, I thought, we would actually be okay.

Thursday morning, I realized it would be the last day I'd see Blake after school, since Dad had told us we'd leave for the funeral on Friday, right after school. We'd drive to the airport, and then Anna would pick us up there.

Anna. What version of my sister would we get this time around?

Alex had a grin on his lips the second I saw him in the morning. Daphnee seemed out of it, as usual, which was why I loved her so much.

And Blake looked tired again. He yawned all the time and had his head resting on his desk every class I had with him. He hadn't called me or texted me last night so I wondered why he was so tired.

When I asked him, he just dismissed the matter, which just annoyed me. I guessed we weren't as close as I thought we were.

And then there was freaking Luke who was looking my way again, but this time, he was almost glaring, especially when I was with Blake. He seemed to be super ticked off. It pissed me off a little. Mark at implied that he like me, but honestly what the hell was his problem? He never seemed to care when I was hanging with Alex, or even when I dated Alex for that matter. Why was he glaring now?

I couldn't wait for the day to be over finally, but that also meant I was closer to the weekend, and that meant I would be away. And I wouldn't see Blake. And it kinda saddened me.

I was so pathetic.

Blake and I agreed to go to my place this time, and so when the final bell rang, we both walked to our cars together and drove to my house.

Ty wasn't going to be there again, he had soccer practice, which meant he would be out all night, because he'd go over his friends afterwards and Dad wasn't going to be there either because he had extra work to do since we were leaving for the weekend.

Which meant we'd be alone again.

But it wasn't going to affect me any way. Nah ah.

Blake parked right behind my car and then we walked to the house, him still looking tired.

"You know you should really sleep at night Blake, it'd be good for you," I trailed as we stepped through the door.

"Yeah, I know, right?" Blake chuckled and then just walked to the living room and let himself fall on the couch, settling in it actually, and then closed his eyes.

"What are you doing?" I laughed.

"Sleeping, like you said I should," he mumbled, his head resting on a cushion.

"I said at night Blake," I laughed at him. "Plus we're supposed to work, you know, that's kinda why you're here."

Blake sighed heavily and then sat in the couch, brushing his palm over his face, and then stopped one palm on the side of his jaw, the other over his mouth. "Just explained the damn Log again. Before I kill myself," he groaned, and I chuckled but sat beside him and proceeded to explain it to him, again, without having him murder me.

He was a grumpy tired.

And he was pretty keyed-up lately.

When we were pretty much over, meaning Blake wasn't cooperative anymore, I got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen, since I was starving, Blake following close behind.

I opened the fridge and saw noting satisfying. Dad hadn't gone to the grocery store. And I was really starving!

Fast-food sounded really appealing right now. We were done with work anyway, and I needed to eat, so I walked towards the front door.

"Huh, what the hell are you doing?" Blake asked behind me.

"Our work is done and I don't know about you but I'm starving and there's nothing good here so I'm heading out. Have a nice evening," I said and walked away.

There you go Lexi.

Who cared if it was the last night he'd be over before the week-end. I'd see him tomorrow. And next week.

"Wait up," I Blake called behind me.

"What?" I asked and turned around.

"Well, the least I can do is drive you, plus I'm also hungry. Oh, and my car is blocking yours."

I stared at him for two seconds. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't wanted this to happen.

"Fine, as long as you don't fall asleep driving, or in the food. Oh wait, you can fall asleep in the food. That'd be funny," I snorted, earning myself a roll of the eyes from him.

We walked to his car, and then I got in. When Blake started it, the song that played had a nice beat and then the singer kinda screamed, and then sang, "Before I could ever let you go gonna beg until I drive you mad, and say something you could understand, I'm a statue baby knock me out."

I looked at him frowning.

"The Used?" I asked, recognizing the singer's voice.

"Yeah. Why the face? You don't like them? If you say you don't like them, I'm kicking you out."

I laughed.

"No, I like them," I told him, smiling a little.

"You better," Blake snorted and turned the volume up. "They're awesome. And if it weren't for them, I'd be sleeping right now."

We drove for a little while, listening to the music only and not speaking. The sky was getting a little grey, like it could rain anytime.

And then I saw where he was heading. It was one of those movie perfect little restaurants that just screamed romantic.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I hissed, going into panic mode.

"I'm bringing you to a nice restaurant," he smirked.

"No, you're not. I said I was starving. That means bring me to a freaking McDonald so I can fill myself with as much junk as I can until I puck my inside out. Not bring me to a freaking fancy pole up my ass restaurant with portions the size of my little finger and price that would make mother Theresa curse," I started to rant.

"Alright, alright. Don't get your panties in a notch," Blake stopped me, rolling his eyes, but laughed and drove away from the restaurant. "I just wanted to see how you'd react," he smirked.

Ass!

We parked a few blocks away, and I scowled at him.

"Where's my McDonald? I want to see a big M sign," I informed him.

"Jeez lady, calm down. Chinese buffet. Cheaper and a lot more food." He rolled his eyes again pointing to a restaurant, with Chinese writing on it.

"Why can't you ever listen to me?" I whined.

Mister always needed to have the last word.

"Because I have better ideas," he smirked and got out of the car.

I sighed heavily and then followed him.

The lady at the desk told us we could pick our table since there were still a lot empty ones and there was no way Blake would choose that, so I headed for one, ahead of him.

"Who told you, you could pick the table?" Blake laughed.

"You chose Chinese buffet. I choose we sit close from the buffet. I'm going to be getting up often, so I want to be close," I informed him and then went straight to the buffet, picking a plate.

Blake laughed, following me.

"I take it you are used to these?" he asked, as I picked up seven little chicken balls that I had no idea how to call but you were supposed to put a red sauce on it, which I didn't.

"Yeah, Vanessa and I have a thing for buffet," I smiled and then attacked the long noodles which were all greasy, just the way they were supposed to.

I got rice on the side, and then vegetables, and things that looked like little brains and macaroni's with soy sauce and salad. At that point my plate was full so I went to sit at the table.

Blake joined me a few second later and stared at my plate, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" I frowned.

"Seriously, how do you manage eating so much?" he chuckled.

"I have no clue. Fast metabolism I guess," I shrugged and then cut a little chicken ball in half, and ate a part.

"You know you put bottomless pits to shame," he smiled.

"I probably do. Ty eats twice as much, so I'm never self-conscious about my pigness," I laughed and continued to eat.

Blake's plate was pretty full too and that made me laugh a little. They wouldn't be making money with us tonight.

"So Pumpkin, what are you doing this weekend?" Blake asked me, when I was half way through my first plate.

"Family stuff," I shrugged not wanting to expand more on the whys.

Talking about death would kinda be a party-pooper, wouldn't it?

"What about you?" I asked him.

"I'm going home," Blake trailed.

"Home?" I frowned.

"Yeah, to the land of the Eatons," Blake chuckled.

"That's not in the UK right?" I asked.

"No, it's in the States. My parents have to go, so I'm tagging along. My grandparents are going to be happy to see me," Blake chuckled and then drank from his glass.

"Are they nice, your grandparents I mean?"

"Yeah. They're funny. My grandpa always calls my grandma babe. It's quite disturbing," Blake laughed, "and you know, he' s obsessed with country music and his son composes classical pieces. It's kinda weird. They're really nice, and hilarious in a kitchen together. They keep bossing the other, oh and don't ever go anywhere near their sauce. They'll rip your head off."

It was nice to listen to Blake talk about himself, well about his family, but nevertheless sharing information, something he so rarely did.

Blake could talk about stupidities, but things that really related to him, as far as I was concerned, it didn't happen often.

"When will you be coming back?" I asked.

"Don't know, on Sunday maybe. It depends on how things are going. I'm not the one planning. If it were for me I wouldn't go but, I guess I kinda need to," Blake frowned and then shrugged.

I wanted to know what that meant, but wouldn't press.

For some reason, it felt like I was on risky territory.

"So! Is there a reason why you're always so freaking tired lately? A good book I should know about maybe?"

Blake chuckled before answering, "I can't seem to sedate my whore anymore and I have to keep her busy." He smirked and I slapped his arm across the table.

"Idiot!"

"Thanks."

After many other full plates later, Blake and I decided to call it quits.

"I'm going to be burping Chinese all night now," he complained.

I rolled my eyes. "Wow, real classy Blake!"

"Thanks," he laughed. "Alright I'm gonna go steal a bunch of fortune cookies right after paying. You're in with me?" he asked, getting up.

"We're paying, technically it's not stealing," I laughed and got up too.

"Let me feel like a deviant, okay?"

I laughed, and let him have his fun.

I did like the cookies.

"Oh, and I'm paying," he said, snatching my bill from my hand.

"What? No! I'm paying," I said and tried to reach for it, but Blake raised it over his head.

"No, you aren't. Just consider it as a way of excusing myself from the burping comment," he smirked and then gave the bills to the lady at the desk, making the decision final.

I rolled my eyes at him.

And then, when the lady looked away, Blake grabbed a bunch of cookies on the counter and shove them in his hoodie pocket, before thanking the lady and leaving, laughing.

"You didn't take any," Blake laughed, shaking his head disapprovingly.

"You took enough for two," I said pointing his vest.

"Oh, I'm not sharing!" he said, still shaking his head.

"Come on!"

"Alright, alright," he smiled a little and handed me two. "Let's walk over to the park, and digest," he said and then crossed the street, me following closely behind.

He stopped at a picnic table and then sat, I, opposite to him.

"You know I always get ripped off with those," Blake frowned, a cookie in his hand and his tone made me laugh. "Alright, let's do this," he smirked.

I broke mine in half and then read it, "Get your mind set. Confidence will lead you on."

I ate my cookie scowling a little.

"What did it say?" Blake laughed and I hesitated a little but then just knew things would get worst if I didn't tell him so I gave him the little piece of paper.

"What about yours?" I asked.

"You will step on the soil of many countries. It's a right cookie, but a late cookie," he laughed. "Alright next."

I half smiled and then proceeded with my second cookie like the first. This one said "Ignorance never settles a question."

Wow! That helped a lot.

"What you got Pumpkin?" Blake asked, before eating his cookie.

I gave it to him and he handed me his. It read "People find it difficult to resist your persuasive manner."

"Like I needed to know that, right?" Blake smirked when I gave it back to him.

The sun was slowly setting as we sat there, and I could feel really light rain falling.

"We should get going right?" Blake said, and got up.

"Yope," I agreed and got up too worried for a second that the bench had been wet and that I had sat in a puddle but I was alright.

We walked back to Blake's car and then drove back to my house, The Used still singing, but Blake had changed it to the ninth track, that didn't have any screaming in the beginning and sang "Lay your head down just for now, space fills your mind you dream awhile."

When we got in my drive way, it was actually getting dark especially since I hadn't switched the outside lights on.

"Want me to walk you to your door?" Blake smirked.

"Please, I'm fine," I said, rolling my eyes and opened the door.

"But you could always get attacked, and I have to act like a gentleman, don't I?" he laughed and got out.

We walked silently, side by side to my door.

When we reached it, I turned to face Blake.

"Now, you sleep tonight alright Blake," I told him, poking him on the chest.

He stopped the pocking by taking my hand in his, and let go of it, just a tiny bit later than normal. At least that was how it felt.

"Alright, I'll do that Miss Bossy," he smiled, his nice smile with the dimple, and for a second my breath was stuck in my throat. "Goodnight, Lexi."

"Goodnight, Blake," I answered, smiling faintly and then, he turned around, and walked back to his car, and I just stared at his back, and then at the car until I couldn't see it anymore.

Oh god. Wass what I was thinking happening, really happening?

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Hello my little Pumpkins! <3

Apologies for how long it took for me to finally upload this chapter. I've had so many things to do lately that I never got around to finishing editing this chapter.

It was a loooong chapter. I think I got discouraged with editing it because of the length. I actually cut out a part, you might have noticed if you've read I Sold before. I cut out the lady cop bit. It was kinda useless and random. It was also slightly out of character with Blake. And I just didn't really like that part. So it'S gone now. XD I hope none of you are TOO disppointed.

So. I shall be doing a live reading in like about 9 hours, at 10AM EST on Sunday the 30th of January. It'll be on my instagram at instagram.com/kaygiard.

If you have any questions you can leave them here.

Otherwise I shall try to get back to a more consistent uploading schedule.

Thanks for being patient with me! <3