The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Blake had been confused when she pulled open the door and he thought she was kicking him out, but now he leaned against the door way, gesturing out into the rain. "Go dance then. But be quick, it'll help your fever but you're sick and I don't want it to get worse. "
 
Isabelle grinned slyly before pulling Blake with her out into the rain, instantly soaking the two of them. She laughed at the sight, a couple standing in the front yard, soaked all because Isabelle wanted to dance.


She let go of his hand and spun herself around a few times before holding out her arms. "I wouldn't have brought you to the door, if I didn't want you to come with. Come on, live a little."
 
Blake stood in the yard, shoulders lifted up to his ears. Already the cold was seeping through his shirt and his hair was plastered against his forehead. This was not one of his favourite moments, and even though he wouldn't dance, he'd at least pretend not to be frustrated.


"I study math for God's sake, Isabelle, I don't live."
 
Isabelle frowned. "That doesn't mean anything. You can study whatever you want in the world, but it's so meaningless if you only study, Blake. You only get one shot at living, I would like to make it count if I can."


She stood, rejected in the rain, upset that Blake was irritated. "I'm sorry. I'll get you a towel, then." She crossed her arms and started to step towards the door.
 
Blake stepped in front of her, uncrossing her arms and making her twirl. "No, hun, it's alright, I'll dance with you." He gave her a smile, hoping that the disappointed look that had crossed Isabelle's face would soon be gone.
 
"No, I made you upset, let's go inside." Isabelle took her hands back and once more crossed her arms. "It was silly anyways."


The rain hadn't lightened any, but it was getting darker as night grew closer. The door was wide open and warm air escaped from the opening, allowing the cool night's air to flow inside the house.


"It's okay, really, I shouldn't have pulled you outside, I wasn't thinking."
 
He pulled her back in an embrace that could have been described as warm if they weren't soaking wet. He hugged her tight, his mouth right near her ear.


"It wasn't silly, Isabelle," he whispered, nuzzling his cold nose against her ear. "It was passionate, and when you're passionate it seems like there's not a care in the world and I love that because you smile the widest and you look so beautiful."


Once again, he was using the wrong word, but Isabelle seemed to have a power that made his vocabulary a lot less vast and specific. Now that he thought about it more, fervor might have described how she had first acted in the rain, but it was too late to change words.
 
"You really think so?" Isabelle whispered, "Am I really that beautiful when I smile?" She pulled back her face, her eyes were sad, but her lips spread into a happy smile. Her hands rested on his face, her thumb stroking his wet cheek.


"Nobody's ever said that to me before, but you." Isabelle laughed a little, "It's so strange, we just met, but you already make me feel so special, as if I were really one of a kind, not just some stranger."
 
He smiled back, leaning his forehead against her's. "You are one of a kind," he told her, his head rubbing against her's while he nodded. "Very special, and very very beautiful," Blake paused, then took a step back, only holding on to her by their hands. "And very very very cold."
 
Without any hesitation she stepped up, just on the tips of her toes, to kiss Blake with as much passion she could muster. Their hands were still locked together.


How is it possible someone I've only just met can make my heart sing every time we see each other? And every moment apart, all I can do is think about when we'll next see each other. It's so impossible, yet, here I am.





Isabelle held her face as close as she could when she pulled her lips apart from Blake, staring up into his eyes with her own. She stayed on the tips of her toes, trying to get a closer look at the face she loved to see.
 
"Come on, let's go inside. I'm freezing," he mumbled, turning around and walking towards the steps, dragging Isabelle behind him. "If that wasn't enough dancing for you, we'll dance some other time."


It was getting late and Blake knew he had to be getting back soon but he would wait until his clothes weren't as soaked and Isabelle was okay with him leaving.
 
Isabelle followed up on her offer to find Blake a towel, and brought one back for herself. She reached out to dry his hair for him before draping the towel neatly on his shoulders.


"I suppose when you're a little less damp you should probably go. You don't want to be late for your classes because you overslept, or worse, you didn't study." Isabelle teased. Classes were becoming less and less important to the girl as her operation came closer. She found it was useless to study for a class she wouldn't have a purpose for.
 
((Sorry it's taking me so long to answer. I'm frustrated over mathematical crafts lol))


Blake accept the towel and dried his hair before trying to sop up some of the water from his clothing. "I'm never late for my classes, and I never need to study," he said confidently, handing the towel back to her when it was damp all over. "Ok, I guess I'll leave now." Blake leaned forward and kissed Isabelle on the forehead.
 
((Don't you worry at all, I'm showing my roommate Game of Thrones for the first time, I have to explain everything. We both have things keeping us distracted, lol.


And...what counts as a mathematical craft?!))


"Bye, Blake." She walked him to the door and waved goodbye, waiting until he was safe in his truck before closing the door behind her.


---time skip---


Monday, April 20th:


In the morning, Isabelle felt much better. Her fever had lowered down to an exact 99, but she didn't want to risk it. She spent the morning at home. To her satisfaction, there was a marathon playing all three of the Lord of the Rings movies over three days. She tuned in and tucked herself into the couch.
 
((I'm trying to make a hexaflexagon but gosh is it a lot harder than it looks))


Blake's first class wasn't until 11:30 and it was currently 10 so he wasn't even out of bed yet. His phone was in his hand though and he was lazily trying to text Isabelle.


Good morning, Beautiful. Did you sleep well?
 
((My brain hurts trying to figure it out))


Morning, I slept alright. I feel better today. Not going to class, but I'm better.





She held her phone in her hand, poised to send another text. On screen she watched a scene in which Frodo offers to take the ring to Mordor. Isabelle sent another rapid text.


What kind of wise council sends four hobbits without weapons to a flaming pit of evil?





Then, she returned her attention to the screen, somewhat enchanted by the movie.
 
You're watching Lord of the Rings!!!





Blake grinned wide, wishing he could stay home and do the same.


Well, hobbits are less likely to become overpowered by the ring. So instead of, for example Aragorn, who could easily be controlled by the ring they sent Frodo. Sam went because Gandalf made him and Mary and Pippin I think were just there for the ride.
 
Isabelle sat dumbfounded with her phone in her hands. Blake knew what he was talking about, she hadn't even thought of an answer that could make sense.


Still, FOUR hobbits? Please don't tell me one of them dies. I don't want the hobbits to die D:





Safety in numbers, perhaps, but the odds that someone was going to die in this movie was incredibly high. With four hobbits, she figured they had a higher chance of death. Honestly, she had no idea what to expect.
 
Blake finally rolled out of bed, putting on the most comfortable pair of jeans he could find and he threw on a baggy grey hoodie. He wouldn't be the most classy looking college student today, but he felt lazy and it would do.


I wont tell you anything, don't worry. :D
 
Good, because there's a marathon on, and I'm going to finish these if it's the last thing I do!





Isabelle sent the text, then realized her poor wording choices. Fingers speedily typing a new messages, she sent something new.


Sorry, that wasn't the best phrase to use.
 
Blake actually laughed out loud, despite the hint of sadness he got from the texts.


I know what you mean, though haha. Did you have anything for breakfast yet?





He wasn't sure what he was having. Blake didn't want to make anything, but he also wasn't in the mood for cereal. He rummaged through the cupboards and fridge and just decided on a peanut butter and jam sandwich.
 
Isabelle hadn't eaten yet. Her stomach wasn't craving anything, and she actually felt quite full already.


No, I'm not hungry. Maybe later though.





Judith was at work today, Isabelle had urged her to continue going in to the office instead of staying home. Nothing terrible could happen so long as Isabelle stayed at home. She promised she would.
 
Oh ok, well make sure you eat something later. I'm having a PB&J





While Blake ate he stood at the kitchen island with a textbook in front of him. This was the habit that started to make his quick eating even worse. When he was done he finished getting ready, he even took time to shave.
 
Well, I'll try. Mmm, PB&J sounds good. Have a good day in class, okay?


Isabelle plopped the phone down in her lap and eyed up the fridge. There ws still some soup in there. She figured she could reheat it when she was hungry enough.
 
I'll try. I don't like my professor too much. He gives too many lectures about unimportant things.





There was nothing left for Blake to do except wait until it was time to leave so he sat down on the couch and started to read.
 
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