"Yeah, obviously. So let me get this straight, you have a freaking huge library filled with books, some of them being French because you freaking speak it, and now you say you paint? What else am I missing?" I asked him, incredulous.

"I play the piano, well played. I haven't in a while. I might suck now," Blake trailed laughing a little.

"Do you write or sing too while we're at it?" I scowled.

That was just too many things.

"Sorry Pumpkin, I'm just like you when it comes to singing. I sound like an agonizing animal hit by a van on the side of the highway," Blake smirked, and I slapped him.

"You little butch, no one was supposed to hear me sing," I hissed at him and then slapped him again for my own pleasure.

"Now, now, that's no way to treat your host Pumpkin. Come on, lighten up. I'm sure there are a few deaf people who wouldn't mind your singing."

I was about to slap him again but then a little voice stopped me.

"I have burritos. And Miss Claudia call, so I say to little Miss, Mister Blake would like better hump a bunny than take Miss on date," the cute maid, Anita, that was her name, said, and it took all my self control to not burst laughing because those words coming out of her mouth were just hilarious.

"Thanks Ani," Blake smirked a little and then got up and walked up to her to get the food.

"Tenías razón es muy bonita," she said to him in a little voice, with half a smile.

Alright, what the hell?

"¿Qué? Yo nunca dije eso," Blake frowned.

"Se nota cuando la miras," she answered him with a small smile, proudly almost.

"Usted y Josh debrían pasar más tiempo juntos, estoy seguro que se divertirían mucho riendose de mi," Blake scowled a little, rolling his eyes at her.

"¡Eso ya lo hacemos!" she answered him, with something that was close to a smirk and the she turned around and walked away.

Blake was mumbling something, profanities I think, while walking back to the couch with the four burritos covered in plastic wrap in his hands and then he tossed two to me.

"I forbid you to do that again," I frowned, while setting one on the armrest and unwrapping the other.

"What?" Blake asked and fell back on his couch.

"Speak a foreign language in front of me when I can't understand it. That's twice now and it's really annoying."

"Don't worry, she was just mentioning how big an appetite you have for a girl. She said you're bound to get fat at one point," Blake smirked and took a bit of his burrito.

I glared at him. "You're mean."

"No, I'm not, because I told her that cute ass of yours would always be beautiful, regardless of its size," he answered me wiggling his eyebrows.

"Now you're a perv," I told him, rolling my eyes and taking bite too.

Wow, this was pretty damn good.

"Please, I'm more like irresistible. Why do you always come back otherwise?" Blake smirked over his burrito.

"Because if I don't listen to what you say I have to run naked in the school halls?" I said, more like a question than a statement.

"Alright, yeah, that's a good answer," Blake chuckled and took another bite.

We both ate in silence, but my eyes were attracted towards the painting again. I drew, but painting was really out of my league. Adding colors wasn't really my forte. I was sticking with black and white, but I still knew a few things about colors, like what it meant when you used certain ones. This painting was filled with black and red. Not the best colors to have together in a painting, psychologically speaking I meant.

"Why did you paint something like that Blake?" I finally asked him.

"Do we always need reasons to paint something? It's all a subconscious thing."

"When did your mind conjure such a picture?"

"I was eleven," he whispered.

"You painted that when you were eleven," I exclaimed.

Eleven? I couldn't even do that now!

"Yeah..."

"This is too unfair."

"Because you'd want to paint that at eleven?" Blake snorted.

"No not exactly, but you have talent. Why don't you paint anything else? And didn't you say this was the last thing you painted?" I asked him, because I didn't think Blake would give me a lot of info about his deep feelings anyway.

"Well, it's the last canvas I finished. Can't really find the motivation to finish any paintings anymore," he trailed.

Maybe I was wrong maybe he was going to share. "Why not?"

"I thought you came here to help me out with suckiometry, not to have a little chat," Blake snorted and then got up and down the stairs, taking his school bag.

Yeah, he definitely wouldn't be sharing.

"You know I really don't understand why I have to do this. What the hell is a mol anyway? That's like the stupidest thing ever. It doesn't make any sense. How can it all be the exact same thing? I just can't grasp that concept," Blake groaned, sitting on the couch, taking his exercises out.

"But you just have to balance the equation Blake, that simple," I answered him, dragging the recliner a little closer so I could see what he was doing.

"You dragging the furniture around now Pumpkin? You sure you wouldn't rather sit on my lap?" Blake smirked a little.

"Thanks, I think I'll pass," I told him, rolling my eyes.

He shook his head a little before whining, "And anyway, why the hell do I even want to do that? You know, balance all that crap?"

"Because you want to calculate the quantity of energy you'll need to make the chemical reaction."

"But why would I want that? I won't ever use that anywhere. It's completely useless."

"Oh please! You're a grown boy. I think you're pass the I don't wanna learn it because I won't use it phase. I expected more from you Blake," I smirked.

Blake rolled his eyes at me.

"Alright, just, explain the damn thing," Blake scowled, leaning his head in front, his elbow against his knees, brushing his hands from the back of his hair to the front of his face.

That little gesture made me stare at him. Like that was hot. Freaking hot. Damn it. I could just jump on him right now.

Waoh! Not going there!

"Stop whining and then I might be able to," I told him after taking a deep breath.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

For about the next hour, I tried to explained to Blake how to make the calculus without him crumpling the sheet and then tossing it to the ground, spitting at it, and yelling insanities after it. Because, he did imply he would do that.

He almost strangled me when I erased a complete question, because I wanted him to do it all over again but on his own. But in the end, he managed to do the last numbers without my help.

"You know I don't get this. Why can't you do that? Aren't guys brains supposed to be better at calculating things?" I asked him, leaning back on the recliner while he put the book back in his bag.

"Haven't you figured out by now that my brain is more developed on the artistic side than the rational one?" Blake snorted.

I rolled my eyes at him and then got on my feet with him.

"So, my job is done now?" I asked, stretching.

"Yope! You are free. For now," Blake smirked, and I punched him lightly on the arm.

"Alright," I smiled lightly and walked towards the stairs at the entry of his room and then walked down, Blake behind me.

I was heading towards the Titanic stairs when Blake grabbed me around the wrist.

"Wait, wait, wait," Blake frowned and then he smiled. "I have something for you!"

I looked at him confused and then he just dragged me the other way, still holding my arm.

"What the hell Blake?"

"I'm making a down payment," Blake laughed.

"What?"

He stopped in front of a closed door.

"You ready?" he asked, smirking.

"What are you talking about?" I sighed, but then Blake opened the door and I gasped.

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