The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Blake stayed close behind her, arms out stretched and tense in case she started to fall. It was a slow process but they got to the kitchen and Blake started scouring the cupboards. "I don't ever know what I want, that's why I ask you." After he looked through the fridge and the cupboards he picked up a Chinese food flier, remembering how he had suggested it for lunch. "Chinese sound good?"
 
"That sounds really good actually." Isabelle jumped up and sat on the counter, she swung her feet lightly from side to side. "Beef and Broccoli, that's what I want." She said matter-of-fact like.


She twirled the end of her hair around her finger, and glanced at Blake with the flier in hand. Smiling, she stared at him from top to bottom, then she looked away happily. It was still connecting in her mind that Blake was her boyfriend of sorts. She told herself to get used to it.
 
Blake looked up from the flier just in time to see Isabelle's cheery eyes staring at him. He grinned and asked, "Like what you see?" He winked then looked back down at the flier to figure out what he wanted. That didn't take long and he dialed up the number, placing the order.
 
"So what if I do?" Isabelle exclaimed. She did.


It didn't take long for their food to arrive, and they moved to the table in the dining room. She didn't even bother to try to use chopsticks, Isabelle had never had the dexterity for them. After searching for a fork in the bag, she found one, and ripped open the plastic packaging it came in. Isabelle took a few bites, it had been a while since she'd had Chinese.


"We should go shopping tomorrow." She said absentmindedly, shoving another piece of beef in her mouth. "I think it'll be fun."
 
Blake also tore into the food, eating a few bites before he even answered, "Sure, shopping sounds great." He had a few classes tomorrow but they could easily be skipped, calculus was the least of his concerns. "Anywhere in mind that you'd like to go?"
 
Isabelle took a minute or two to respond, she slowly ate her food until she felt full. It was no surprise there was quite a lot left on her plate. She'd have to save it for later, Blake paid for it after all. It took her another minute to be composed enough to say what she wanted, "We could go looking for a certain lacy item you seem to like so much."


She turned her eyes towards Blake, head rested on her first, gauging his reaction. "You just mentioned shopping earlier, thought I'd look and see if there's anything nice, that's all. But if you don't want to go, I mean, do you have classes?"


Isabelle had completely been disregarding her classes, usually due to feeling ill.
 
"No classes," he lied. "And I want to go, no worries. I especially want to go for that lacy item I like so much." He wriggled his eyebrows playfully, taking a moment to glance at Isabelle's barely touched plate before continuing on his own food. He knew she never ate much, and the fact that she had appetite at all was surprising, but it still worried him.
 
"Ah, right, those socks you wanted so much." Isabelle nodded knowingly, seeing how long she could keep a straight face before she would start laughing. She'd slowly stopped picking at her food again, and when she noticed she purposefully took another bite. It wasn't going to get any better, and she knew that full well.


"I know how much you need a new pair," She continued, a crack of a grin started on her lips.
 
Blake dropped his fork onto his plate and sat up straight, frowning while he looked into her green eyes. He was only half faking the displeasure shown on his face, and he angrily mumbled, "I don't think we can find lace socks for men."
 
"For women though." Isabelle shrugged. "It's really easy. Women and lace just seem to go together."


She got up without mentioning that she felt full already, and walked the short distance back into the kitchen. It didn't take long to find some tupperware to store her leftovers in. If she could, she'd eat it for breakfast, or some other meal at least. She walked over to the fridge and opened it so she could put her food away, then went to stand in the window of the kitchen to look at Blake as she spoke.


"Blake. I know it's obvious I'm joking, but, little red lacy underwear. I'm going to find them, just you wait." She declared, even if she wasn't being entirely serious, a part of her was flattered that he would bother to mention his liking of lace anyways. It meant he wanted to see her in it, right? That's what she told herself.


(we can probably time skip soon, we've been on this day for like...30 pages. Wow lol, and I figured I'd mention that we can probably due time skips of multiple days if we need, just go for it, yeah! Enthusiasm!)
 
((Enthusiasm! Sure, let's time skip to the next day and then we can time skip to the beach road trip thingy... Also, I don't know what day we're on))


***Time Skip***


Blake woke up for the first time in a long time fully refreshed and ready to start his day. He didn't have to rub sleep from his eyes and he sat up with a bad case of bedhead. His position wasn't slumped like it normally was when he first woke up and he glanced over at Isabelle, a happy smile on his lips.
 
(I've been keeping track. I usually put it in my posts when we get to a new day, so if you ever want to skip far far ahead, just pick the number, and away we go. I should've said this sooner oh god lol))


Saturday, April 25th:


"I can feel your eyes on me." Isabelle mumbled into the pillow, her hair was tucked into a neat braid to avoid exactly what Blake had, a bad case of bed head. "Is there something on my face?" She mumbled again, then cracked her eyes open slowly in the morning light. Indeed, he was smiling down at her, and she smiled back.


In sleep, her shirt had hiked up just beneath her chest, and her legs had found a way to scissor themselves apart. She didn't mean to take up so much of the bed, but it was just so comfortable.
 
Blake rolled his eyes at her comment and shoved her legs playfully onto her side of the bed. "No, but I can put a kiss there if you'd like," he answered, gesturing to her cheek. He didn't wait for an answer, he knew she'd say yes, and he planted a soft good morning kiss right where he had gestured.
 
Isabelle tried to follow his lips after he pulled away, but could only extend so far. "Good morning to you, too" She sighed happily and buried her face in the pillow for a minute.


After feeling more awake, she stumbled out of bed and knelt on the floor in front of her bag. She only had so many clean clothes left, and wasn't sure if Blake would send her home. When she ran out, if he hadn't said anything, she would return home so as not to be too intrusive, but she really hoped that wouldn't be the case. The longer she stayed away from home, the more worried she was about returning.


She got dressed, keeping her back turned just in case, before she sat down on the edge of the bed. "You'd better hurry, because now I'm really excited to get going, shopping."
 
His eyes widened in fake worry and he stood up and went to his dresser, pretending to be rushed. He slowed down while he was looking for clothes and he pulled them on, not too proud of his selection, just a normal pair of jeans and an even more normal black shirt.


"Alright, we can grab something to eat and be on our way."
 
Isabelle didn't look much more put together than Blake. She had on jeans, and a loose white blouse. It was the jeans that made her appear plain, with the braid in her hair, too.


In the kitchen, Isabelle trailed behind Blake as they looked at their options. She didn't want to take the time to cook right now.


Begrudgingly, she glanced at the cane propped up next to her shoes. It was white, with a cap on the end to keep it from slipping against the ground, and it reminded her of the sterile white walls at the hospital. She knew she could take it, but if she accidentally forgot it, it wouldn't be the end of the world.


"I'll be fine with just that." Isabelle motioned to a box of granola bars in one of the cupboards.
 
"Just that it is," he answered, retrieving the box from the cupboard and handing her a granola bar. He took two for himself, he had a bigger appetite than his girlfriend. They ate and finished getting ready, not taking their time but not rushing either.
 
Isabelle was putting on her shoes, done eating already, the cane still sat nearby. Her hand hesitated for a second, and she decided not to take it. For her, it was incredibly embarrassing. She was nineteen years old, she didn't need a cane to walk.


"Are you a polka-dot kind of guy, or a stripes kind of guy?" Isabelle wondered out loud, being completely serious.
 
Blake glanced at the cane as well, but let it go, it was Isabelle's choice anyways. He pondered the question as they walked out to the truck. "Well, it depends on the situation. On a dress, dots are nicer. Bathing suit, stripes. Polka-dots are cute, stripes are sexier." It was a simple explanation in his mind but whether or not Isabelle agreed with him was a mystery.
 
"That, that actually makes a lot of sense." Isabelle nodded her head. Blake followed her to the passenger side of the truck and helped her up. At least today her head didn't hurt nearly as much as before, and she felt that walking was a little easier as well.


She had to wait for Blake to get in before they headed down towards the only mall in town. There were other shops outside, if they decided on something else, but at least it was all near by. Isabelle knew there had to be at least one Victoria's Secret, or something along those lines, and she could feel her face getting ready to respond to every single one of Blake's remarks.


((I slipped up and typed Isaballin in there, fixed it, my roommate said something, and now I've got Isaballin))
 
Blake started the truck and started driving, groaning every time they stopped at a light. "Why does this always happen. People have things to do and times to do them and these bloody lights always mess them up," he muttered, resting his elbows on the steering wheel. He turned his head to look at Isabelle and asked, "So, do you have a mental list of what you want to buy?"
 
Isabelle stared at her feet and cleared her throat before she spoke. "Yeah, I'll look for some new panties, match it with my bra for once, maybe a t-shirt or two, I could use something new." She rambled off, trying to be casual about it. "You don't have to come and wait for me try things on, though. I can come find you later."


There was an odd amount of red lights. It seemed like every crossroads they encountered, the light would pop up just for them.
 
"Okay, I don't know what goes through your mind but have I ever said that I don't want to shop with you? I don't mind waiting around. In fact, think of me as your gay best friend... except you can kiss me and I'm your boyfriend... anyways, I can tell you what looks good and what doesn't. But the bra and what not, that can be a secret."
 
"I just. Don't most guys hate waiting for girls to try things on?" Isabelle asked, confused. "And it's so embarrassing, I've never had anyone come with me, or tell me what looks nice. And that's not a gay best friend, that's just a boyfriend, you can't get gay in there." She laughed at his attempts to, well, what she assumed was make her comfortable.


Even so, the last person who had ever come with her would be her mother, and it was always on a need basis shopping trip, never for fun. It made her anxious, excited yes, but she wasn't sure what Blake might say yes to or no to.
 
"Fine," he said, lifting his hands up off the wheel for a second. "I can go shop for myself or hang out in the food court or something. Whatever floats your boat." They were almost to the mall when they hit another light.
 
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