If I just kept staring at him like this, things wouldn't go down smoothly. That much was freaking obvious.

He was too damn irresistible for his own good. There I had said it. Blake was freaking irresistible and right now I wanted to kiss him. I admitted it. So what? It was only my hormones speaking. That was it. End of it. Period.

And as much as I wanted to just tackle him to the ground right now, yes admitting it too, I didn't really want that.

It had been just a little over a week since we had really started speaking and being friends and as much as we had already been through, I didn't know how strong this friendship was. And I didn't want to ruin things. I didn't want to lose him because of some stupid move.

Alex had been a good example enough. If our friendship hadn't been so strong, we never would have been able to still be as close after our break-up. I didn't know how strong my friendship with Blake was and I didn't want to jeopardize anything.

Because I needed it. I needed this friendship. And I needed him.

"Come on Pumpkin, just ask me to take my sword out," Blake said quietly, smirking just a tiny bit.

And just like that, Blake had made things go back to normal. I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'm asking you to give me your sword, not to take it out," I sighed.

"Just as bad," Blake chuckled.

"You're freaking unbelievable."

"Thanks. Alright, go on. Read."

"Come now, give me your coat... and the sword..." I sighed loudly, rolling my eyes and Blake burst laughing.

"I just love this. You know there's at least three jokes I can make with this line?"

"Please don't."

"Fine," Blake pouted and then continued, "No. This is my other friend, innocent and true. Your uncle, Dona Sol, the old Duke, your future husband, is he here," Blake read and then lowered the script. "Now Pumpkin. What is that? Incest? Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Why the hell would you marry your uncle when you have sexy Hernani aka me in front of you?"

"This is just a play Blake," I reminded him.

Yes, it was just a play. That was all it was.

"Still not proud of you," Blake smirked.

"Alright, shut up so I can read this," I warned him and continued, "No, he is not. This hour is ours."

"This hour and that is all. For us, no more than an hour. After that, what does it matter? We must forget or die. Angel, an hour with you is worth a lifetime, an eternity," Blake said, and he sounded so convincing and I so wanted to jump him again.

Keep your hormones in check Lexi.

This was ridiculous. It was just a play. I was usually so unaffected by things like this. Like someone serenading just made me uncomfortable, like a guy coming with his guitar and saying I wrote this song for you before singing and playing a song? If a guy ever did that for me, I would be fighting really hard to not burst into laughter in his face.

But right now, this was beautiful. Surely I wasn't the only one thinking that. I wasn't the only one who was affected by this?

Of course I wasn't. Blake's history with all the girls in our school was proof enough of it. It was difficult to resist his charm. I was just like every other girl. 

Did he read love confession to other girls too? Did he make them swoon by looing in their eyes while reciting poetry?

I had underestimated his charms, obviously. I always only saw them as the manwhore school jock. But the dude had game. 

Everyone wanted Blake I was just another number on the list, an insignificant one, because I knew this wasn't really true. It was just his hot look and nice smell, and voice, and way to read those lines, because in an hour, I'd want to kill him again. Right?

"You're supposed to say something Lexi," Blake said, smiling a little, that genuine smile of his that made dimples appear on his cheeks and made him even hotter.

"Hernani."

"The old man's absence brings joy to my heart. Like a trembling thief, kicking down your door, I steal you for an hour and listen to your song, for only one hour. But I am happy, envied for losing my life for the theft of one hour..."

Now, that wasn't fair! That was way too much. In the good sense, which was kinda bad for me but yeah.

What the frack was up with this play? Why did they get right to the romantic stuff?

Could I drop English Literature? Destroy my vocal chords so I don't have to do this presentation and read this text again?

"Calm yourself, Hernani." And calm yourself Lexi. "Josefa, please go dry his coat," I said and then it was written, Exit DONA JOSEFA and Blake got up from the couch and walked away a little, taking little steps, swaying his hips from one side to another, like a fancy model, making me burst with laugher.

Blake turned around and came back to sit on the couch, but just tiny bit closer to the recliner where I sat this time.

Or so I thought. I could easily be imagining things.

"Come here," I read, and then Blake really slid a little closer to me.

I swallowed loudly.

Crap.

We should be practicing this play separately. For my own sanity, I shouldn't be alone in a room with Blake while reading this play. 

"So, the Duke is not here?" Blake asked and smirked widely.

I read in my head my next line and understood.

"Oh hell no!"

"Hell yeah! Read it. Come on, Pumpkin. You can do it. I know you want to say this."

"No! I'm not reading this now, and I sure as hell ain't reading this in front of the entire class."

"It's just a play," Blake pouted playfully.

"I hate you... And I hate this play," I mumbled and then read the freaking line, "Oh! Howbigyouare" I spat in a rush.

"What? Say that again," Blake frowned, cupping his ear with his hand.

"Howbigyouare!"

This was ridiculous, simply ridiculous.

"Come on Pumpkin!"

"How big you are," I said, still fast.

"What? Sorry didn't catch that."

"HOW BIG YOU ARE!" I exclaimed.

"What?"

"Oh for Christ sake, you heard that," I hissed at him.

"Yeah, I heard it the first time actually. I just wanted to know how many times I could make you repeat it," Blake smirked and then I rolled the script in my hand and hit him on the top of the head with it.

"You idiot," I hissed.

That was the thing with him. There was always a really fine line between wanting to tear his head off and wanting to tear his clothes off.

"Can we just go on with our reading please? I think you had your fun," I scowled, my eyes narrowing.

"Indeed I did," Blake chuckled and then his eyes lowered on the script again. "He is not here."

"Let's forget the Duke," I read.

This was fine. This was good.

"Think of him madam. You are to marry the old man. He loves you. Didn't he steal a kiss from you the other day? And you ask me not to think about him?" Blake read, his voice getting just the perfect amount of angry to make it believable.

I hated him for that.

"Is that what's depressing you? An uncle's kiss? On the forehead? A kiss from my father couldn't have been more harmless," I read.

"NO. It was a lover's kiss, from a husband-to-be, a jealous man. Soon you'll be his. Have you thought about that? He's senile. He thinks he needs a wife to lead him to the end of the road. He doesn't see himself marrying death soon while he holds your hand. The fool throws himself between us without fear. I wish he'd see a gravedigger and show what he's made of. Who arranged this marriage, anyway? I hope you're being forced into it," Blake said and I almost wanted to laugh.

The way he said I hope you're being forced into this, it just felt like something Blake would actually say, and that it wasn't from the script.

"Some say the King wants it," I said, nonchalantly.

"The King! My father died, condemned by his father. And though we have all aged since the day he hung, my hate, for the now dead King, and for his son, for his widow, for all his blood, is fresher than ever. My father is no longer of this world, but still, as a child, I swore to avenge his death by killing his son. I search for you everywhere, Carlos, King of the Castilles. Hate rules between our two families. My father fought for thirty years. Thirty years, only to lie dead in vain. Peace shall never come. So it is you, Carlos, who wants to violate my love. All the better. Another reason to number your days," Blake read.

He shouldn't be allowed to be this good at this. It wasn't fair. 

He was too believable, giving the perfect amount of everything in his act.

"You frighten me."

"Now that I am banished from the kingdom, it is time that I frighten myself. The man you are to marry, your uncle, Ruy de Silva, the Duke of Pastrana, a count and a cousin of the Castillian kings, is a very old man. His gold and his jewelry will make up for his lack of youth. You will shine with the best of royalty. You may even be envied. Your rank, your pride, glory and riches may even put to shame the greatest of queens. So that, my love, is the present situation. I, Hernani, have nothing! As a child, I ran through the woods barefoot, foraging for my food. Maybe the past casts a shadow of some illustrious coat-of-arms, dulled by split blood or some other dishonor. While I've waited for the day that my family will rise again from the grave, the jealous heavens have yielded nothing, nothing but air, light and water... a dowry that is man's natural right. Now you choose between the Duke and me. One of us must deliver you. Either you marry him... or you follow me," Blake read, his voice getting almost intense, making my breath stuck in my throat.

If this was real, if I was really Dona Sol, I would have answered the same as her.

"I shall follow you."

Blake smirked a little, just a little at that answer, but I saw it and rolled my eyes.

"So you can live with me and my rude companions? Men so condemned that the executioner knows them by name? Men whose hearts and steel never dull? Men who have unavenged blood as their reason for being? Will you command them? How well do you know me?" Blake said, his voice getting just a little lower, actually making me question myself.

How well did I know Blake?

Not well, really.

I thought I knew who he was, but I really knew nothing. That fact slightly saddened me if I was being honest.

Blake kept on reading, "I am hunted throughout Spain. Old Catalonia, my mother, receives me alone in her forests, cliffs and summits, where only an eagle can find me. I grew up with her hill people, a free and serious people, though poor in the material sense of trinkets and baubles. Tomorrow, if I were to sound my horn in their mountains, three thousand of their brave would come to my call, and you would shudder, dear." Blake raised his head, and smirked at me, "Did you hear that, three thousand men. Hernani rocks and Dona Sol would be pretty silly if she didn't choose him," he slipped in and then kept on reading.

"Think again. Do you want to follow me into the woods, to the mountains, roving from coast to coast with a mob of men, aware of the lot of them at all times? Their eyes, their voices, their every step... their smell?" he said slowly, his eyes shining evilly. "Sleeping on the grass, drinking from streams and listening to bullets whistle past while nursing our child?" when he read that one, his smirk widened, "Is this the life you want to live? Do you want to be always on the move, hunted and banished from your land? Are you willing to follow me to my father's fate at the hands of an executioner?"

"I will follow," I said again, reading my text.

"You know, this is totally unfair, I got way more text than you," Blake said, shaking his head.

"Ah, but the way I say my I will follow you kicks your little monologues in the butt," I smirked at him.

Blake chuckled and continued, "The old Duke is rich and prosperous. There is no stain on his father's name. He offers you treasures, titles, happiness."

"We'll leave tomorrow. Please Hernani. Don't blame me for my audacity. Are you my downfall or my savior? It does not matter, I am your slave," I read and Blake chuckled.

"My slave," he repeated, smirking evilly, but I ignored him.

If I wanted to get this over with, I couldn't let everything get to me. I had to be stronger than this. 

"Listen. Go where you will, I will follow. Whether you stay or leave, I am yours. Why? I only wish I knew. I need to see you again and again. I need to have you all the time. When you leave, and the sound of your step disappears into the night, my heart stops. When you leave me, I sense something missing. But, when the footsteps I long for ring in my ears, they remind me that I am alive. My soul lives again," I read, but I had a hard time doing this.

This play was wrong.

People would think things. I couldn't read these lines even though some of them almost rang true. 

I raised my head from my text and saw Blake staring at me, and then he said his line without looking at his text

"Angel..." he smiled a little.

Oh god.

"At midnight, tomorrow, bring your escort. Knock three times beneath my window. Go. I'll stay brave," I continued.

Blake laughed.

"What?" I frowned.

"I'll knock three times. Naked, under your window." He smirked.

"Stick with your text," I scowled.

Blake rolled his eyes and then set them on the script again. "Now, do you know who I am? Do you realize..."

"My lord, what does it matter? I will follow," I read.

"I just love how you keep calling me your lord and saying you'll follow me," Blake laughed a little but then rolled his eyes at my glaring. "Fine fine, text. No! Since you wish to follow me, woman," Blake stopped again, "Woman. Ha ha. Alright, alright, I know, text," he said without even looking my way. "You must know what name, what station in life, what soul, what destiny is hidden in Hernani, the shepherd. Do you really want a criminal? Do you want a marked man?" Blake read and then dropped his text on his lap. "Alright, I think that's enough for tonight, Carlos is going to come ruin all the fun anyway," he laughed and stretched his arm over his head, making his joints pop.

"Just because Carlos nags you," I laughed and put the script beside me too.

Thank god it was over. For now.

"You are not to judge my decision woman," Blake said ceremonially and then laughed a little, leaning deeper in his couch. "So that's a wrap," he yawned.

"Yope!" I answered him and got up. "So, we do the lab report now or that's it for tonight?"

"I guess we could get rid of it," Blake sighed, and then pushed himself up.

Alright, total zero awkwardness, this was good.

"Are you staying over for dinner?" Blake asked me, as he turned on the computer, in a total normal voice, like this was a usual thing, like I stayed over all the time, like in a nice you're a part of my life way. I smiled at that.

"No, I'd better go home with the boys, I haven't seen them that much last weekend," I answered him.

"Why? What'd you do?" Blake asked, frowning a little.

"Went shopping with Daph and Alex and then watched a football game over at Alex's with the twins and Connor," I explained.

"Hmm, nice," Blake mumbled and then sat in front of the computer.

I looked around me, to find something to sit on, but I wasn't seeing anything. "Where am I supposed to sit?" I frowned.

"Oh just grab a chair. Oh yeah right," Blake said looking around and seeing nothing like me. "Guess you're stuck sitting on my lap," he smirked.

"Thanks, I think I'll pass," I rolled my eyes at him.

"Your loss," Blake chuckled and then opened the file I had sent him with the beginning of our report and we worked quickly on that, done with it in less than fifteen minutes, with me, up behind him.

"Alright, we're done with that crap," Blake said, and had a huge fake kind of grin on his face that made me laugh.

"Yope, we are. Even though this is just the first part."

Blake scowled a little and I laughed again.

"Well, time to go now," I said and picked my script up and headed for the stairs.

"Aw already!?" Blake said, fake pouting and then smirked just a little.

"You'll survive without me," I snorted.

"Yeah probably. And worst case scenario, I'll call you at two in the morning if I miss you too much," he smirked, as usual.

"Oh no! Not tonight, tonight we both get some sleep alright?" I warned him.

"Fine Miss Bossy," he rolled his eyes a little but smiled nevertheless.

Blake walked me to the front door and then after telling him to say "Hi" to everyone for me, I left and drove away, back home, not so sure on what feeling settling.

Was I seeing things, or making up things with my mind? Did Blake seemed like he kinda cared about me sometimes or was he always like that with every girl? It was probably the latter, but it was nice to believe it could be the former.

When I got home, Dad had taken all the stuff out to make spaghetti sauce, but he was holding the cans of diced tomatoes and tomato paste in his hands, staring at it like it was alien food.

"Need help with that Dad?" I laughed.

"Yes I would," he laughed too and put the cans down.

Mom was always the one making spaghetti sauce, she had her own recipe. It was a super simple one, but it was the best spaghetti sauce, hands down.

Mom had showed me how to do it, along with sugar pies, which I mastered now, both actually.

It brought nice memories back, from when I was little, and today I didn't feel sour about them, they actually made me smile.

So I took my father's place behind the counter and then put ground beef in the big casserole, cooking it with diced onions and green peppers.

"You always liked to cook that, didn't you?" my father smiled, sitting at the counter, a beer in his hands.

"Yeah," I smiled too. "Open the cans for me?" I asked and then he proceeded to open the three big cans of diced tomatoes and the four little of tomato paste.

I put it all in the casserole, along with salt and pepper and pepper hearts and a lot of cayenne pepper, like we always did.

Mom used to say it was because she dropped it in it.

"I smell spaghetti sauce," Ty yelled while running down the stairs.

"You are correct my brother," I smiled, stirring the sauce.

"Man, it's been forever since we made any," he sighed and joined my father at the counter.

While we let the sauce simmer on the oven, we all talked about our day, and I could see just by the way Ty was speaking that he wasn't that bad anymore.

Tomorrow I would have to talk about Blake, for the Vanessa thing.

Dad sounded good too, and just like that, everything seemed to fall right back into place.

We all ate at the counter, as we always did now. The dinning room had been pretty much abandoned, and the sauce was indeed quite spicy.

I finished cleaning my room after dinner, and then played GTA with Ty, but not for too long. I wanted to go to sleep early and actually have a decent and good night of sleep tonight.

So when I had enough I took my shower, and went to bed, eager to be tomorrow.

I woke up the next morning, rested and went on with the morning ritual, and drove to school with a normal acting Tyler.

I wondered if he had called Vanessa, but didn't want to bother him with it, and sadden him if he hadn't or had. I never knew with those two.

The day was pretty much uneventful. It was raining so it made me a little sleepy, with the dark and all. I asked Alex if he had a talk with Travis, and said he had, and just with the way he was smiling I knew everything was alright.

He told me, we'd talk about it later, when it was less crowded.

Daphnee was her usual self, the happy hippy, my Mama Bear.

It worked that way with us four. Alex was the Papa Bear, Daph the Mama Bear. I was Baby Bear and Van was Goldilocks.

Blake looked a little tired. He probably hadn't gone to bed early. And I wasn't going to ask, because I was still scared of what could have kept him up once again.

We agreed that he'd come over to my place so I could help him with his math homework after his practice.

I dropped Tyler at his friend place, Landon, after school and then headed home. I started to read The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hide while waiting for Blake and an hour later, the bell rang.

I ran downstairs and opened the door for him.

"It's still freaking raining," Blake whined, "I had enough rain when I was little," he scowled, without any greetings which made me smile. He took his hoodie off which was damp from the rain, gripping it from the back giving me a nice view of his stomach since his t-shirt rose a little. I internally swooned.

Damn it Lexi. Stop staring.

We headed to my bedroom, since my bag was there and it wasn't until I opened my bag that I thought about the fact that I was alone in my room with Blake in here.

Alone with Blake in the house.

Like completely freaking alone.

My eyes widened for two seconds.

"Are you ever going to show me your work of art one day?" Blake asked, his hand running over my sketchbook.

"Nope," I told him, and slapped his hand away, snatching the drawings and dropping them in my closet.

"You're so stubborn," Blake laughed and then went by my library, picking every book, reading the back covers, scratching his head, or tapping his feet.

"What are you doing?" I asked, rolling my eyes, and sat on my bed, putting the math book in front of me.

"Looking at your books," he trailed and pick up my desk chair and place it in front of me, the back seat in front, and he sat, resting his elbow on it.

"So, math?" he sighed.

"Yope!"

"I hate math," he sighed again, his legs constantly moving by his side, his heels not touching the ground, his toes kinda shaking.

"Well you're going to have to suck it up, math is a serious matter," I told him seriously and laughed a little.

Blake just snorted and then got up again, and walked around my room, stopping in front of my pictures, with Ty and Dad, and Vanessa and Alex and Daph, some of all the guys at the Creek too, popping his joints.

I sighed heavily.

"Would you just sit for two second and stop moving?" I told him.

"Sorry, it was raining. The coach usually would have thrown us right on the field, but today he felt like showing us old game tapes to see our weakness. We freaking sat all the time. I wanted to run," he complained.

"Go get laid or something, you're way too key up. You're like a freaking kid hooked up on sugar," I snorted, thinking, "yeah right, like he needs to get laid."

"Oooh sugar! You got any? I'm starving," Blake said, walking towards my window to look outside.

"Alright, seriously we're not going to be able to accomplish anything today. Just go run or something. You're starting to annoy me," I laughed

"Aw, come on," Blake pouted.

I laughed at his puppy dog face and got up from my bed. "I have a stash of chocolate downstairs, if that can make you happy?"

"I could do my touchdown dance right now," Blake chuckled.

We both walked down the stairs and then I went in the kitchen, getting up on the counter to reach the far back of one of the cupboards, at the very top, where I hid M&M's and other chocolate bars.

"Now I'm not going to give you my M&M's seeing you killed the last one but I'll give you a Mars bar," I told him and threw the chocolate bar at him.

"Thanks," he said with a huge grin and then sat at the counter.

"Thought it was a girl thing to like chocolate," I frowned, jumping down.

I sat beside him at the counter, my M&M's in hands.

"Okay so you don't share those?" Blake whined.

"Nope!" I smirked. "You killed too many last time."

"Oh please," Blake rolled his eyes and then tried to get the bag out of my hands but I snatched it away.

"Nah ah. Don't touch Blakey-Boy or there will be consequences," I warned.

"You're mean," Blake pouted and ate a square of his chocolate bar.

"Never said I wasn't," I smiled evilly right before I heard the front door open.

I frowned, wondering who it was and then smiled when I saw my dad.

"Hey Dad! You finished early?" I asked, and Blake turned around to look at him.

"Yeah, I did," he smiled, and turned to Blake. "If this isn't Blake visiting us? How are you doing son?" my dad asked.

"I'm good, thanks," Blake smiled too.

"So what were you kids up to?" my father said, while walking towards the fridge, getting a beer out.

"Well we were supposed to work on Blake's math homework but mister here can't stay put for two seconds," I informed him, slapping Blake's forearm in the process.

My dad laughed at that and sat with us at the counter.

"Where's your brother?"

"Dropped him off at Landon's after school."

"Are you staying over for dinner?" my dad asked, looking at Blake.

"I'd love to, but I already have plans," Blake frowned a little.

"Alright, you'll just have to come another time," my father smiled at him and then got up. "Gonna go see if there's a game on," he trailed and left the room.

"What are you doing tonight?" I asked Blake.

"Going out with Josh. There's like, no getting out of it. He'd track me down and drag me by the skin," Blake laughed and finished his chocolate bar.

"And what precisely are you going to do with Josh?" I asked, reminded of something I really hadn't thought about again lately.

The graffiti deal.

"What's with that tone of voice?" Blake chuckled.

"You're going to do graffiti aren't you," I asked, and Blake eyes widened for a fraction of second but then he laughed.

"Josh was kind of obvious the other day, wasn't he?"

"So was Catherine," I nodded.

"Those Torres. Oh well, if you spill, Josh will probably find a way to plaster you or include your dead body in a sculpture. Or feed you to Miss Puss," he chuckled.

"My lips are sealed," I told him and made a locking my lips and throwing the key away move.

"Good Pumpkin," Blake smiled.

We ended up not doing any work at all and Blake left few minutes before Dad started to cook dinner.

Ty called and said he was staying over at Landon's because he just couldn't leave his Assassin's Creed game, simply couldn't.

Silly kid. Well, as long as it made him happy, I had nothing to say.

I went to sleep early again, but wasn't that tired so I tossed and turned in my bed a lot.

And then around two in the morning, when I was finally falling asleep, my phone vibrated on my bedside table.

You happy now? Because of all the sugar you gave me I can't sleep Blake had text.

I rolled my eyes, happy nevertheless and answered Go run around your house or something

Second later I had a reply I'll run all the way up to your house and knock three times under your window naked, woman!

I'll put a restraining order on you if you do that I send him, smiling to myself.

Please! You'd love it! his next text said.

Thinking about it, I was sure I wouldn't. It would just be majorly awkward.

I replied Go to sleep Blakey-Boy

Fine! As long as you share all the sexy details about those naughty dreams you have about me! Blake sent me.

Idiot.

"I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you," I texted and threw the phone on the table and curled up in my covers, laughing a little.

Next morning was kinda of weird since there was no Tyler to wake up. I got earlier to school because of that, and was all alone waiting for the first bell.

Daphnee was the first to arrive, her ponytails swigging from one side to the other, as always.

"Good morning you little Running-back addict," she smirked, leaning against the locker beside mine.

"Please, I'm not addicted," I rolled my eyes.

"It's not good to lie to yourself, you know? I stopped doing that, and admitted to myself that I can't help it, I'm a nympho and I'd marry Paul McCartney's 1965 version anytime, and I'm a doom hippy and music freak and I-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know all about all your issues," I cut her, rolling my eyes again and closed my locker.

Daph laughed in reply and then hugged me. "And you just love me for them," she crooned, pinching my cheeks.

Alex arrived a few minutes later, smiling like a kid on Christmas Eve and I couldn't help but smile with him.

I was glad he was happy, glad he had found someone that could make him this joyful.

During lunch Blake told me I had to come over his place tonight because he needed me to read his history paper about WWII and we had to do those math exercises too, and read the play till the end. Basically do some work unlike yesterday, and when he said that, Daph had a little smirk on her lips which I would have gladly wiped away but she left straight to the library before I could say anything.

During my class with Mrs Muffin, I found that Luke was freaking staring at me and it became quite disturbing.

What  was wrong with him? He ignored me and now he stared?

Boys were so confusing sometimes.

When the final bell rang, I told Blake I'd drop Ty off and then I'd drive over his place.

Ty was waiting by my car, yelling at me to get in already, as usual.

"So, you had fun at Landon's?" I asked as I started the engine.

"Hell yeah! Oh and who's subject 16? Tell me woman," Ty ordered, pointing me.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I frowned.

"Oh, you know who I'm talking about! Who's subject 16? I have to know. Tell me," he said dramatically.

"You know you're freaking confusing, right?"

"Subject 16! Come on, spill it."

"Ty you're getting annoying now," I sighed.

He laughed, a genuine laugh.

It made me smile.

"It's a character in Assassin's Creed," he explained.

"Yeah, I sort of figured that much," I laughed as I parked in our driveway. "I'll be back for dinner!" I yelled after him, and then drove away, to Blake's house.

I was getting use to this road, I thought, as I got out of my car and up the front steps of the humongous house.

Blake's mom opened the door for me.

"Lexi," she said and hugged me, "I'm so happy to see you," she smiled.

Eatons, bunch of huggers.

"I'm glad to see you too," I smiled with her.

"He's in his room," she simply told me, smiling warmly and walked to the hall that led to the dinning room and I headed for the stairs.

While walking up Blake stairs, I could hear music playing, a song I didn't know.

I walked in the room, and Blake's back faced me. He had a pile of books in his hands, placing them in the library.

The song was beautiful, and I don't know there was sort of a eerie feeling with watching Blake doing his thing, not knowing someone was watching, like this was hundred percent Blake. No façade.

"And if it takes forever, forever it'll be, and if it takes forever, forever it'll be," the song died out and then another one started, with a little more beat to it, but Blake leaned his hand back, not looking my way, a remote in his hand and the song changed.

This one had a sort of weird beginning, with an organ I think, and then it started with, "In the shallowest part of the night while you quietly slept, I lay here and I counted the hours to the sound of your breath. Can't you love me? Can't you love me, how I want, please?"

Blake turned around, to pick more books and he saw me and smiled.

And I smiled too.

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Hell my little Pumpkins. The reason why I too soooooo long to finally post this chapter is because it's infinitely long. I dread the day I shall live read it. 

It's not going to be this Sunday. XD This Sunday is Canadian Thanksgiving so I shall be making food with my mother and entertaining my nephew and niece. 

Thanks for putting up with my hectic uploading. I'm working on it.

This chapter was just too long and I kept being unmotivated. Soooorry! XD

I'll announce the time for the live reading on my instagram, at instagram.com/kaygiard.

If you have any questions about this chapter you'd like me to eventually answer, you can leave them here.

Otherwise, have a nice day and see you all, hopefully sooner this time!