The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Blake kept laughing, muffling the sound with his hand. Ghost peppers are unbelievably hot. Like the hottest. Blake liked talking to Isabelle so much right now, he wished he was there right now. Maybe he would come home early... extra early.
 
Those are the first things that came to my mind! Sorry I'm no pepper expert, Mr. Textbook!





She was only joking of course. At least he wasn't a strawberry or something like that, that would've been just plain rude. Isabelle saw the time as she was about to put her phone down. If she went home now, Judith wouldn't be there. She should be at work. The risk would be worth it, so she got up off the couch and took the spare key with her, locking the door on her way out.


Isabelle ran all the way home without any shoes and snuck into her own house. Judith wasn't there, and Isabelle let out a sigh of relief.
 
Mr. Textbook! I don't think I like that nickname, what on earth made you think of it?





Blake sighed and stood up, shoving his hands in his pockets. He wasn't doing anything and the two more days he had been planning on staying would be the exact same. Now that he was talking with Isabelle again, he had a reason to be in the city again. Without telling anyone he went up to his room and packed his bags.
 
Isabelle packed a bag with clothes, throwing things she didn't need back into her dresser at random. She didn't want to be caught sneaking into her own house. How many days would she be staying? The girl had packed enough clothes for three days, but was worried it would be excessive. She stopped looking for clothes and ran to grab her laptop and iPod, when she saw it across the room. The glasses she never wore sat perched on an old book, she threw them in her case, and they went into the bag.


Getting back out was easy enough, and Isabelle found herself running back to Blake's apartment again. She was far more excited this time. She wasn't running from anyone, she was going to see Blake.


After she had resettled into his couch, she checked her phone. She sent a picture. Glasses perched on the end of her nose, hair pulled up into a loose ponytail, and one of Blake's textbooks in her hand.


Mr. Textbook, I see you have a few books lying around. I wonder why I would call you that. Hmmm.
 
You look like a nerd, he texted, hoping the scoff would be implied. A cute nerd. And my books aren't lying anywhere. They're stacked, in a haphazardly manner.





"Gosh, get things right," he said out loud to make himself laugh. When he was done packing he went back downstairs and announced to his family that he had gotten and email from the school saying that a very important test was rescheduled to tomorrow morning and he had to leave. They didn't question it and soon he was on the road back home.
 
From one nerd to another, I'm honored!





Isabelle put the book back in it's spot. Or at least, the stack it came from. She was really enjoying her place on the soft black couch. After having spent most of the day curling up against the edge, she'd properly worn her place into it. Isabelle sat back down and pulled her feet up.


She hummed to herself as she watched tv, really missing her night's of Sinatra. It had been days since she'd listened to any sort of music. It would be too embarrassing to belt out lyrics if Blake were here, so the humming sufficed.
 
An hour or so passed and Blake finally pulled into the drive way, making sure not to slam his truck's door. He hadn't told Isabelle that'd he'd be back this early, and it would hopefully be a surprise when he walked into the house. He took care to open the front door as silently as possible, and for a moment it crossed his mind how dumb sneaking in was.
 
Isabelle had turned off the tv, and put her headphones on. She didn't like the small earbuds that came with the iPod. She sprawled out on the couch and switched between humming and singing. Her feet waved in time to the tune.


"And I've got no defense for it


The heat is too intense for it..."





She didn't have the best voice, but it was one of her favorite songs. There wasn't a reason she really enjoyed the song besides the fact that it was something she'd listened to for a long time.


"Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft


And although, I know, it's strictly taboo..."


She hummed a few more notes and went back to enjoying the relaxation.
 
Blake stopped dead in the foyer when he heard her singing, and he set down his bags, listening intently to the sound of her voice. He liked hearing it, he had missed it actually, and it made him feel happy. Blake almost didn't want to walked around the corner and interrupt her, but seeing her would be a lot nicer than just hearing her.


He walked forward and peeked his head around the corner, looking at Isabelle with a smile on his face. He waited patiently for her to notice his presence, only part of his upper body visible as he was leaning around the wall.
 
It was a few minutes before Isabelle noticed Blake around the corner. She almost screamed, it turned into a loud intake of air. He'd startled her, and she panicked and jumped off the couch, before remembering she was allowed to be here.


"I thought you were still at your parents!" Isabelle smiled wide and threw her headphones off of her head. She half ran to him and threw her arms around his body. It was great to see him again, she didn't realize she'd missed him so much until he was standing right in front of her.
 
He had to take a step back to steady himself before he could return the hug. It was a nice hug, tight and intimate and could definitely make Blake even more happy than he already was.


"I left extra early, just for you," he said, turning his head and kissing her neck three times. Was it still too early to be doing such a thing? At the moment Blake didn't really care, it felt like the right thing to do.
 
"And you got to hear my singing." Isabelle laughed, "You didn't have to do that, though. But thanks." When he kissed her neck, all the feelings of intimacy burst back into her mind. Her face lit up with color, and she didn't shy away this time.


Isabelle remembered she was trying to get Blake to go away, to distance himself. Why had she done that? She couldn't even recall why she would push away someone who made her so happy.
 
Blake shrugged, pulling away so he could get his bags from the foyer. "I know, I was going to stay at least one more day but I was worried you'd break something," he teased, sticking his tongue out playfully.


He had noticed that her face was pink, the distinct colour of her blush and it surprised him that she hadn't stepped away earlier to hide her face or something.
 
"Hey." Isabelle playfully frowned, "I wouldn't have broken anything. I'm not that clumsy."


She leaned up to put her forehead against his, as he'd done several times before. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, and smiled. There wasn't anything to hide from, so her face was still red, she realized it was somewhat silly to be hiding.


"Well, I did break in a spot on the couch." Isabelle joked, shrugging with her arms around Blake. "I hope you don't prefer the left side, because I find it's just perfect for me."
 
Blake grinned, placing one hand on the small of Isabelle's back and pulling her closer. Her forehead wasn't warm like it had been before and it was comforting to know that she was feeling better. It made her possible death easier to forget.


"That can be your spot from now on," he murmured, brushing his fingers through her hair. The movement tilted her head back and he kissed her tentatively on the lips.
 
"Kay." She responded sweetly, biting her lip once before leaning up to return another kiss as she liked to do.


How long this would last, she didn't know. Isabelle liked the feelings Blake gave her. He was a comfort and safety she didn't want to give up. But she couldn't run from her own family forever. She'd have to go back at some point, later rather than sooner.''


"At least," She continued, lowering herself back on her feet, "That's my spot, and then some more. But, I'll share if you want."
 
Blake walked forward, forcing Isabelle to walk backwards so they didn't have to step away from each other. He walked until he could see the couch and then he shrugged, glancing from it to Isabelle.


"As another option I could sit there and you could sit on my lap," he suggested, smiling softly at the thought.
 
They walked in a sort of backwards dance, Isabelle stared more at her feet than anything else, not wanting to trip. At the suggestion she looked up, "I don't want to crush you," she grinned awkwardly. "My hair will tickle your nose."


She still liked the idea, so she lightheartedly pushed him onto the couch and nervously sat down next to him, only at first putting her feet over his lap.
 
Blake shook his head and chuckled, grabbing the girl and pulling her onto his lap. "Crush me? You weigh like maybe a hundred and ten pounds." He grinned, tickling her stomach a bit and added, "You've got no meat on you at all."
 
Isabelle laughed incredibly loudly before she slapped both hands over her mouth. She writhed on top of Blake's lap, her stomach and sides were very ticklish. Wide eyed she shook her head and spoke through her fingers. "Don't tickle me, I'm very sensitive."


She put her hands back in her lap and leaned against Blake's shoulder. Finally, her head was just above his, but only because they were both sitting down.
 
Blake grinned, hugging her close. "Sorry, babe," he said, his words muffled by her shoulder which he was nuzzling. He looked sideways and saw the office door open, and frowned slightly. "Were you reading, or something?"
 
"Oh, yeah. I hope you don't mind." Isabelle also remembered she'd forgot to shut the door. "I read The Hobbit, and I just was looking at your textbooks. I didn't have a whole lot to do."


She blew a strand of hair out of her face, and pressed her chin on Blake's head. "It was really good, I think I'll read the Lord of the Rings next I have a chance."
 
"Yeah, I don't mind. Did you have fun checking out my textbooks," he joked, sticking his tongue between his teeth. "Interesting reads, don't ya think?"


Blake liked that she read the Hobbit and was thinking of reading Lord of the Rings too. They were long, and hard to read so he doubted she would finish them before the surgery, but he of course didn't say anything.
 
"No, I just about lost my mind trying to understand your math books." Isabelle put her hands on her head and shook it quickly, her hair brushing against Blake's head with ever new turn. "I kept asking myself how you do it, I couldn't even pay attention."


Then, she remembered she hadn't seen the last movie in the trilogy. Isabelle grinned down at Blake and asked him excitedly if he had the movies. She really wanted to see the last one. It was the only one left now.
 
Blake squeezed his eyes shut as to not get hair in them and he opened one carefully to see if the coast was clear of flying hair. It was and he lifted Isabelle off of him so he could stand up and retrieve the movie from the cupboard underneath the television.


"You're in luck, I have it and we can watch it. I think I have a bag of popcorn in the kitchen, do you want some?" he asked while putting the movie in the dvd player and letting it run through the previews.
 
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