The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

"Don't put irrational things on the list, especially with only a month left because you're probably not going to climb Mount Everest and so when you go in for surgery you'll be disappointed that you didn't cross that one off," he reminded her, idly wondering if he was being insensitive. He shrugged the thought off and continued, "However you could add 'See the cute coffee spiller boy again' because there's a high chance of that happened, especially if I get my way."
 
"I know, I was only joking after all. I'll never get to do that." Isabelle sighed.


At the mention of seeing him again, Isabelle's attention perked up, her face felt hot with embarrassment. Attempting to hide her ear to ear grin, she nodded, "I think I'd like that. Here...ah, if I could borrow your pen."


Isabelle grabbed a napkin and carefully wrote her phone number along the edge, with her full name beneath it. She returned the pen and held out the napkin for Blake. "I live nearby, so, I'll always be around."
 
Blake nodded, taking the napkin and folding it neatly before putting it in his back pocket with his wallet. He was already trying to figure out when they could see each other again and what they could do.


"Well, I have a class to get to, but I can start to walk you wherever you're going if you'd like." He smiled politely, hiding his hands which were shaking with excitement, from Isabelle's view.


((I have to go to bed, it's almost 1 AM and I have school tomorrow :P ))
 
"Sure, that would be really nice." Isabelle grinned before standing up, empty cup in hand.


She appreciated the way he was honest with her. To not make any unrealistic goals, she was glad someone could be honest with her instead of a round of pity and words of hope and prayer. Instead of shying away, he wanted to see her again, and nothing could replace the bubbling feeling inside of her chest.


"I was heading home, I live towards the college, so it's not too far out of the way. Right out of the shop, to the left." The pile of books caught her attention, she started to reach down for them, looking up before touching anything, "I could carry something if you need, these can be really bad on your back."
 
Blake smiled when she accepted his offer, and looking down at the books as well, he shrugged. Was it impolite to refuse or should he let her carry something? "I usually don't notice the weight," he said, shoving his laptop and notes into his canvas messenger bag. He next concentrated on the books. There were four in total, all of them quit thick, but he took the two thickest and shoved them in his bag. "If you really want to, feel free to carry those ones."
 
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Isabelle reached to finally grab the books, and pulled them close to her chest. They weren't heavy by any means, but she felt it was the least she could do under the circumstances.


Before exiting the shop, she stopped to throw away her empty cup, and then pushed forward outside, waiting for Blake to join her. She lived a few streets down, four to be exact, from the college. This college, she realized, they both must attend.


"It's nice out today, isn't it?" the heat from the sun gently warmed up Isabelle's skin. "Say, we go to the same school, I'm surprised we've never bumped into each other before."
 
Blake looked up at the clear blue sky, agreeing that it was a beautiful day. For the last few it had been raining on and off, the sun and the 64 degree temperature was nice. "It's not too nice for your head though," he mentioned, shoving his hands in his pockets as they walked towards Isabelle's place.


"Maybe we've seen each other but never taken notice," he offered, shrugging. "We might also just be in different parts of the buildings. But I get around the building a lot. Two years ago when I graduated from high school I went straight into studying English, so I would have been in the English department, and now I'm studying math so there's another department down. I'm also in the music program."
 
"I've got my glasses, I'll be just fine."Isabelle smiled as they walked, arms held tightly around Blake's books. It really was gorgeous out, a rare occurrence in rainy April.


Although both Isabelle and Blake went to the same school, it was no surprise they'd never seen each other. Isabelle was horrible at math, and had admitted it jokingly at the coffee shop.


"I live on 5th Avenue. Just down there." Isabelle pointed down the street, far in the distance was a small sign marking the start of the avenue. "What instrument do you play?"
 
Blake looked where she had pointed, then looked behind them. "I live back there almost right across from the coffee shop," he told her. "I play cello. I'm not that good, I just play when I need a break from studying."


They turned the street and Blake sighed, realizing that pretty soon they'd have to say goodbye. It bothered him that in only a month she could be dead. 30 days didn't seem like enough time to know each other, the thought started stressing him out so he shook it out of his head and changed the subject, "Do you live alone?"
 
"Maybe another time you'll have to play for me." Isabelle said absentmindedly, not really expecting a reply. She thought back to her middle school days, being forced to learn to play the flute. It wasn't hard by any means, pressing down different areas to get a different note.


They soon arrived in front of Isabelle's home. It was a small, two story house, with white shutters and a large white front door. The exterior was painted a light blue, but was starting to fade from years of neglect. The lawn, on the other hand, was a lush green, and there were flowers surrounding the entirety of the house. Although it couldn't be seen, there was a small garden in the backyard.


"No, I live here with my aunt." Isabelle explained, "She took me in after the tumor was discovered. I've been living with her for a few months now. I help her and the neighbors with odd jobs when I can."


She turned, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the other. It was time to say goodbye, but, the words wouldn't come out just yet. "Here, your books."
 
Eyeing the home, Blake couldn't help but think about how girly and cute the exterior was. Surpressing a small laugh he turned back to Isabelle. He took the books from her, their fingers brushing together lightly. The contact felt nice to Blake.


"So, I guess I'll call you sometime. Like tomorrow, or something," he said lamely, unsure of what to say. He had always hated making new friends because the first few days were always so awkward. After a week or so two people would know each other enough to have an interesting conversation, but small talk with nearly a complete stranger was so difficult.
 
"Okay, I'll be waiting then. Isabelle said, embarrassed. "It was nice meeting you, today, but next time please don't spill anything on me, okay?"


She wrung her hands together nervously. There was nothing to be embarrassed about, she was simply having a conversation and being walked home by a nice guy, but, it made her feel like she shouldn't screw it up. She didn't want to say anything weird.


"Bye, Blake." She looked down at the ground for a moment, then peered back up, not that he could see her eyes behind her glasses anyways.
 
Blake smiled, placing the books in his bag and then lifting his hand in a makeshift wave "Bye," he mumbled, taking a step back and then turning around and walking back the way they had come. He turned around once more and waved again, the turned the corner.
 
Isabelle waited until he was out of view before turning to go inside. She tested the door to see if it was unlocked, and it was. A voice yelled from the kitchen as soon as she swung the door open.


"Is that you, Isabelle?" The voice belonged to Isabelle's aunt, Judith. A feisty older woman, the oldest of the siblings, she always had something to do and always had something to say. She worked as an accountant for a nearby firm, but had resorted to staying home most days to watch over Isabelle.


Judith paced around the corner and popped her head into the entryway, her hair was a peppered brown, and her eyes were dark blue. She smiled at the sight of her niece and waved her in.


"Come on, Izzy, I'm making scones." She said excitedly before darting back to the kitchen. That was Judith.


Isabelle rolled her eyes and followed her, "Aunt Judy, how was your day?" The two chatted for a while, Isabelle content, simply waiting for tomorrow to come.
 
((Um, I'm gonna go ahead and time skip))


***TIME SKIP***


It was early morning, and Blake was walking to his first class of the day. It was too early to tell what the day would be like but the air was cool enough that he had to wear his favourite black leather jacket. Once arriving to his class the first thing he noticed was the whispers and excitement that seemed to flow through the air. He huffed, sitting down in his chair and hoping that it would quiet down during this morning's seminar.
 
((No problem, haha))


April 17th:


Through a crack in the shades, Isabelle could see that morning had long approached. She pulled the covers over her head and groaned. Her head hurt.


"Isabelle, are you up yet?" Judith yelled from the base of the stairs. Isabelle huffed and pulled herself out of bed. Hair in a tangled mess, one sleeve of her shirt hung awkwardly off her shoulder, she thought she looked like a goddess. Sarcastically of course.


The first class for Isabelle didn't start until ten, a politics class she could just barely wrap her mind around. She got dressed, grabbed a granola bar, and headed down the street. It was almost just as nice as yesterday.


I wonder if I'll run into Blake. She thought.
 
((Sorry it took so long to answer, my friend wanted to go out for a run and needed me to be ready in 5 minutes))


By the end of the class Blake had figured out what all the fuss was about. Just some stupid college party, but this one was only for the math students. He thought it was quit stupid, how fun could a party be with just math geeks going? He was not planning on going until the image of Isabelle popped into his head and he thought, I'm only going to live for so long, I might as well try to have fun. Another thought came to mind, this one making him smile wide. Maybe Isabelle would like to go with him.


Blake checked the time, hoping Isabelle was awake, and if she was, that she wasn't busy. He dialled her number quickly, smiling all the time it was ringing. After a few rings he started chewing on his thumb, pacing back and forth in the college's common room.
 
Isabelle sat outside on a bench near her next lecture when she heard her phone ringing in her pocket. She jumped, then quickly fumbled for the phone. The number was unfamiliar, and she guessed it was Blake. She smiled, and felt her heart skip a bit, then paused. Wow, I'm really excited right now.


"Hello?" She asked into her phone, waiting.
 
Blake's body relazed and he stopped walking as he sighed in relief, so glad that she answered. "Hey, Isabelle, it's Blake," he said, his words fumbling slightly. "I was just wondering if you'd wanna hang out tonight?" He paused, mulling over what to say next. "There's a party later, and I figured that you could use a bit of fun." Blake found himself smiling as though he was actually talking to her. "But oh, it's not something big I don't think. It's only the math students, so how crazy could it really get?"
 
A math party? Isabelle found herself giggling at the idea of all the math students congregating to have any kind of party. "Are you sure it's okay that I come? I'm not a math student, and I'm certainly not very good at it either."


She thought for a moment, it could be fun. She hadn't gone to a party since, well, she couldn't really remember. The last obvious answer would have been her senior prom. Suddenly, a horrible joke came to mind, so she asked without thinking how dumb it sounded, "Will there be pie? I'm sorry, that was a horrible joke, I just, ha." Isabelle stifled the laughter rising in her throat.
 
Blake laughed, trying to muffle the sound in case he disturbed the other people in the room. "That was a good joke, I liked it," he told her, running a hand through his already ruffled hair. "And I'm positive it'll be okay for you to go. Oh, there might be beer, are you allowed to drink?" It would be a real bummer if he was the only one drinking.


Blake didn't understand how this girl already had him feeling this way. He had barely stopped smiling since yesterday, and he could hear his heart in his ears, and every time he thought of her he stopped breathing for a split second. Honestly, it made him feel great, better than he's every felt in a long time.
 
"I don't think my Aunt would mind it, I just can't come home drunk or anything." Isabelle twirled a finger through her hair. Had Blake been standing in front of her, bashful wouldn't even begin to cover her expression. She swung her feet back and forth under the bench and continued to smile into the phone. "What time is it? My classes end around 2, but it's probably later, right?"
 
Hearing that she wouldn't be able to go home drunk, he smiled even wider. "You can stay at my place if you get too drunk, there's a spare room. And the party starts at 8, so we could meet up before then or I can pick you up right before it," he gave her the option to choose.
 
"Now that is something my Aunt may have a fit over." She laughed. "There may be some judgement from her. Just hold your ground, she'll lighten up."


Isabelle glanced at the clock, her next lecture was about to start in a few minutes. Her face fell, and she stopped twirling with her hair. It was always too soon that she had to say goodbye.


"Maybe you could pick me up, I'd feel a little awkward arriving by myself, seeing as I don't know anyone. And, hey, Blake, I've gotta run. My class is about to start okay? I'll see you later."
 
"Just tell her that you're staying at a friends house, she wont suspect a thing," he whispered into the phone. His smile dropped when Isabelle said she needed to go, but he still nodded even though she couldn't see. "Okay, can you call me back after your class? We can discuss times."
 
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