The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

You sure your family won't mind your off to see a girl instead of them?





A smile formed on the corner of her lip, she wouldn't deny it made her happy to hear. She quickly sent another message.


It'd be pretty sweet of you, though.





Isabelle scarfed down the rest of her small meal and went to clean her plate. She didn't want to leave a mess at least.
 
Blake almost shook his head before remembering that she wouldn't see it. I'm not gonna tell them I'm going back for a girl, he texted, hoping she wouldn't take offence to the sentence. I'll tell them I forgot about a cello concert or something.
 
I guess that means you'll play for me then.





Normally, it might upset Isabelle that he wouldn't tell the truth. Then again, they'd known each other for a week so she couldn't be mad this time. Tomorrow she would go home to get some clothes, so long as Blake didn't mind her staying. Another thought for another day.
 
Eh, I guess I could...





Blake's uncle Hal had come to sit next to him, beer in hand. They were talking about tattoos and what was acceptable in the work place. They both agreed that as long as there was nothing inappropriate that it was acceptable. Blake didn't have any tattoos, although he did like the thought of them. He just wasn't sure what he'd get.
 
You don't have to. Thanks for letting me stay, though.





Blake was always so kind, in his own way. He could've said no, or not answered her phone call. She was glad to have bumped into him. If he didn't feel the same way, she supposed it would be alright, but, it would be that much better if he still had some feelings for her. She wouldn't push it. It was understandable he might try to stay away. She wasn't going to give him everything he could need, after all.
 
Do you wanna play 20 questions? It could help us know more about each other.





20 questions was the easiest way to get to know someone, and it could also be fun. Blake used to play when he was in high school, bored out of his mind in the easy classes.
 
I just ask any question right? Okay. It sounds fun : )





Before he could ask a question she had to figure out what she herself was going to ask. Hopefully he would answer honestly if she asked anything too awkward, although she'd try not to be weird. His favorite color? Simple. Deepest childhood trauma? Probably not.
 
Blake chewed on his cheek, thinking of a good question. That was always the hardest part, unless you were really curious to know something specific. Because of his conversation with Hal he had a good question in mind.


If you could get a tattoo, what would it be?
 
Once I got over the pain, ouch! I'd have to say I wouldn't mind getting something anatomical. I mean, I've always wanted to study medicine, and the body is fascinating. Ah, sorry, rambling. Maybe, nerves, or, my bones, I haven't really thought about it before.





Isabelle bit her lip, she had to think of a good question, but fell short. She'd have to keep thinking.


If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be?
 
Blake sighed, staring at his phone. It was such a simple question yet he had no idea what his answer was. A world map was pulled up in his mind and he studied it, trying to think of the nicest places.


New Zealand. That's where Lord of the Rings was filmed. And there's a real Hobbiton there.
 
No way, that's so cool!





After having watched the first two movies in the trilogy, a mental image came to mind of the small Hobbit town from the very first movie. She took the chance to ask another question before he could.


What's the most trouble you've ever gotten into?
 
That's a hard question... Right before I moved out two years ago I used a part of my bedroom wall to write as many numbers of pi I could/remembered. My mom found it and made me wash it and repaint it.





It was such a lame story, such a lame reason to be in trouble. But Blake had never been grounded, never done anything wrong.


Would you let me pay for your nursing classes?
 
Isabelle laughed when she received his next text. Of all the things to get in trouble for, and he gets in trouble for writing on his wall. It was so innocent compared to most people.


I...jeez, that's so expensive though! No, there's no way I would let you. Reverting back to a boring question, what's your favorite color?
 
Majorelle blue, he texted back, doubting she'd know what shade of blue it was. Of course, it was a very special blue, like the colour of the roofs in Greece. It was unique and he really liked it.


I'm gonna turn this slightly more depressing but I'm really curious, have you ever took into concideration that you might not die after the surgery?
 
Yeah, and it'd be great. But, if I am going to die, I'd like to make the most of it, you know? I don't want to live the same day up until the surgery without having done a few important things first.





Isabelle hardly ever thought about the chance she might live. While thinking about the surgery, she traced a line down the back of her head, like so many doctors and surgeons had done before. This line is where they would have to open her skull, they told her. The tumor ran from the occipital lobe, and nearly reached the end of the cerebellum. Things like her vision and movement could be impaired if it grew too large. It surely explained some of her clumsiness.


If you had a bucket list, what would be at the top? Seeing as you know a few of mine, I thought it might be fair to ask.
 
I hope you do live, he texted her, chewing hard on his lip. He felt a bit sad and wanted to change than now.


I'd really like to bike across Canada. Why Canada? I don't know.
 
The moment was bittersweet. She didn't respond so as not to make the mood any darker.


Canada, eh? Alright, now, do you like cats or dogs?
 
I think I forgot to ask a question, but okay I like both. Sometimes I'm in the mood for cats, sometimes dogs.





Blake had never had a pet so he didn't have a preference. Dogs were cute though, but cats seemed a lot more cuddly.


How come you've never kissed anyone before?
 
You did forget, so I took your question ; )





The rules didn't really work like that. However, Isabelle thought she was being a little funny. The next question was hard to answer, she was just unsure herself.


Well. I wasn't very popular, or social believe it or not. Try to imagine me, maybe around a foot shorter, with big glasses and braces. I was pretty awkward. Not very pretty. Haha.
 
Blake smiled, picturing exactly what she described. It was cute, a teenage Isabelle, even more awkward than she was now.


So as soon as you got your braces off you became a stunner??? ;)
 
The glasses had to go, too! I am not a stunner! Shut up!





Even though Blake couldn't see her, she hid her face because it turned red. 'Stunner' isn't the word she thought of when she looked in the mirror. Then again, who ever thought they were all that hot.


Jeez, Blake, you really do your best to make sure my face is red.
 
You're definitely a stunner, whether your face is white or red.





In Blake's mind what he said was true, and nothing could make him think differently. She was gorgeous and he'd tell her every day if it would make her believe him.
 
It's a perfect shade of pink right now.





Isabelle curled up with the phone close to her face. She read his text over again, letting the words sink in. He thinks I'm a stunner, she thought. She bit her lip, smiling at the corners.


You're not so bad looking yourself. Just saying.





She wasn't the least bit smooth in her reply, but Blake was attractive. Isabelle wasn't as verbal about it, but the man looked good.
 
Blake laughed out loud at her latest text, covering his mouth with his left hand. Luckly uncle Hal was... what appeared to be napping so he didn't realize what was going on right next to him.


Wow thanks babe I'm glad I look hot to someone even hotter. Does that make sense?
 
So, you're like a Jalapeno and I'm a ghost pepper? I've heard those are really, really hot.





It was a terrible joke, so long as he understood the context of hot peppers. She laughed to herself, way too amused at her own terrible joke.
 
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