The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Just try to imagine him doing something else. Or you could always be a rebel and skip class, but I feel like that's not something you'd do. I have no idea why, it's not like you study all the time or anything.





Isabelle hoped he could sense the sarcasm in her text. It was harder written down than spoken, to use sarcasm. Besides, she was skipping today, and maybe tomorrow, there was never a sure answer. Day to day health concerns worried her more than anything. A little fever here and there was fine, but if it got any worse before her surgery, they may as well just make the day closer.


She shook the thought from her mind. No need to focus on that.
 
Blake stared at the text for a minute straight, reading it over and over again.


You do realize that my study time to class time ratio is way out of hand, right? I wouldn't need to study to pass these classes in fact, I don't need to study or even go to class at all, I just do it for fun.
 
Sarcasm, Blake. I tried text sarcasm.





Isabelle shook her head and giggled. He was right, there was a slightly nerdish quality about him, but it was admirable. The way he could study and read for hours at a time was something Isabelle couldn't do. Her attention just wouldn't hold.
 
Please don't use text sarcasm again because I'm stupid and won't see it.





Blake hit send and wondered if it was even worth picking up the book again. She always replied so quickly and he barely even got a paragraph of reading between the phone vibrations.
 
But you're a genius when it comes to text sarcasm. (Was that more obvious?)





She sent the text and grinned a bit. Now she was just messing with the poor boy, he probably had to go to class soon, but the text sarcasm was fun.


You do realize I have to continue to use more text sarcasm, right?
 
Blake sighed, a bit upset with himself that he only managed to figure out it was sarcasm when she asked if it was more obvious.


Please refrain from using text sarcasm unless you use ~ to start and end the sentence. If you do not do this I will be greatly offended and possibly stop texting you.
 
~Blake, you're breaking my heart.





She adhered to the silly rule and added the character before her sentence. It was comical that he really couldn't tell she was being sarcastic.
 
I appreciate the efforts, but I have to go and I have to pay attention when I walk because I might spill my coffee on someone and then fall for them.





Blake laughed at his own joke, shoving his phone in his pocket. It was a warm day so he wasn't too worried about a jacket when he left the house and headed to the coffee shop so he could grab his coffee before class.
 
See, that's already happened. So, you don't have to worry about it, right?





Isabelle set her phone on the table, sure he wouldn't text for a while now. Her attention was back on the movie, and very excited when she noticed they would be playing the second movie anyways today. She wrapped a blanket around her to keep warm and sat cross legged on the couch.


Less than a month away now, Isabelle was starting to get scared. The few small things she wanted to do weren't accomplished, and she always felt so ill. In her mind, it was impossible to finish the bucket list, and that only served to make her sad. The small comfort was Blake, at least she'd met him before everything was over.
 
All of Blake's classes were done a few hours later and he was free for the rest of the day. This is why he studied so much. He barely had any friends, no nearby family he didn't have any hobbies other than his cello. He spent all his time alone, at the library, the coffee shop, at home. There was nothing to do other than study.


He texted Isabelle, I'm going grocery shopping, wanna come?
 
The movies had ended, leaving Isabelle bored and alone at home. She ended up heating up the soup in the fridge, but only ate about half of it before pouring the rest down the drain. That was about the time she got Blake's text.


Depends if my fever is gone or not. You might have to be prepared to take some crap from Judy.





She found the thermometer her aunt had left out for her and took her temperature, at the same time putting a hand to her forehead to try and guess what it would say. The tiny thing beeped, Isabelle removed it from her mouth and checked the reading. Still 99. Not deadly, but not better. She sent Blake a text with the information.


99, I can get dressed and come, sure.
 
Okay sweet, I ain't scared of no Aunt Judy.





This of course was a joke, he was sure that if Judith started yelling at him he wouldn't defend himself. But at the moment he wasn't worried of that so he walked to Isabelle's house.


((I'll be back in an hour or so, I'm going for a run))
 
((Woah, so was I, as in, right now. Nice))


As fast as she could, Isabelle dressed in something nice. She pulled out a cute summer dress she had been meaning to wear. Even if it was still Spring, she thought maybe it would make her look better than ill. She slipped on the crisp white dress, there was a blue band that ran across the waist, in the same blue were two ribbons on each shoulder, used to tie the dress up behind her neck. Speckled across the bottom was a floral pattern.


Isabelle did a spin in front of the mirror in her room, pleased at how the bottom flowed along with her. She slipped on a pair of flats and quickly did her hair into a messy braid before skipping downstairs to the door.
 
Blake heard movement inside the house and he knocked on the door, stepping back and clasping his hands behind his back. He had gone home and gotten some grocery bags and now they were hung on his wrist by the strap.
 
Isabelle swung the door open and greeted Blake, then quickly shut and locked the door behind her. "Hi, I'm all set." She held out her hand, it was such a sickly pale shade, but there was really nothing she could do. "I'm still yours."
 
Blake smiled, taking her hand in his, rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand. "You'll be mine for as long as possible," he said, quickly moving on so it wouldn't sound so sad. "Well, I just need a few groceries and then you can get back to your lazy day."
 
"What I really would like is tomorrow's lazy day, I need to know what happens!" Isabelle sighed, in reference to her small movie marathon. She squeezed his hand in response to him taking her own.


Together they walked to the store, and entered it's doors. It was much colder in the building than it was outside. The hairs on the girl's arms stood up and she shivered, laughing slightly. "Now, what do you need?"
 
He saw her shiver out of the corner of his eye so he stepped closer, pulling his hand away and putting his arm around her shoulders.


"I need whatever looks good. Ice cream maybe, I don't know, we can just walk around and put stuff in the cart. Is there anything you want?"


((I finally figured out how to make a hexaflexagon and I am very proud))
 
((I'm so proud of you, so so proud :D I learned how to...uh, well, I made breakfast. That's about it.))


"If we do it that way, let's buy milk, soda, ice cream, and one of everything from the candy aisle." Isabelle rolled her eyes and looked up to Blake, "But I suppose I'm not five any more. I'll be okay without anything, thanks."


She leaned in to his side a little as he wrapped his arm around her, fully aware they were in public. Even so, she still managed to feel shy enough to start walking towards the first aisle, turning back to look at his face every so often.
 
"I could actually buy all those things," he said, "It would be costly, but I could do it." Blake grinned down at Isabelle, thinking of how fun that would be. There would be a lot of wasted chocolate but... that gave Blake an idea. "You like to help people right, make them happy? Let's buy a bunch of candy, chocolate and stuff and give it to like homeless people and kids in shelters."
 
"I have some money you know, saved." Isabelle replied. "Some socks, blankets, those would be useful, but..." She smiled kindly and clapped her hands together, "I really like the idea."


She kissed him on the cheek and happily bounced to the candy aisle, browsing the selections up and down, hands on her hips in contemplation. Eventually she had to grab a large bag of taffy. Seeing as she didn't exactly like chocolate, this was her personal favorite, saltwater taffy.


"Blake, what kind of candy do you like? Pick that one" She instructed.
 
Blake also looked up and down the aisle, trying to find a decent bag of sour gummy worms. He really liked chewy gummies but refrained from eating them too often. He threw them in the cart and moved forward.


"Well, we could make packs. Like with socks and blankets and chocolate."
 
"Sour gummy worms?" Isabelle smiled. "We can do that, too, yeah. We don't have to do it today, I mean, you just wanted to get groceries."


When Isabelle got nervous, a few things were typical. She would ramble, blush, or become extremely embarrassed. This was also true when she was happy. Her emotions were strange like that, even she got annoyed with the reaction. All the same, she shook her hands in front of her, mouth hung open in a small 'o'. Her braid shook with her head.


"I can do it, tomorrow. I'll probably stay home anyways."
 
Blake nodded, skipping the aisles to go to the vegetable section. "Alright, well if you could do that it would be great. After my classes I can pop by and help you if you wanted. Or do you even want to do this? It's a lame idea, I just thought that you'd like to help someone out."
 
"No, it's not lame! I mean, I really like the idea." Isabelle blurted out, then she mumbled. "I'm just, I'm really happy that you thought of it."


Isabelle held her hands behind her back and twirled from side to side. She was too embarrassed to admit she was jealous he'd thought of it first.
 
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