The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

"Oh yeah, sure," he said and they stopped near the food court. They both wanted Subway and they ordered, Blake paid. It wasn't easy to find a seat in the food court, but eventually they sat down, putting the bags near their feet. "So, how's your day so far?'
 
"Well I woke up next to a great guy, and now he's buying me lunch, so. It's going well I'd say." Isabelle stuttered, her eyes glanced away from Blake and towards her sandwich. She took a big bite so she wouldn't say anything else.


The mall was certainly packed today, the chatter from the food court buzzed in the air, but didn't drown out their conversation in the slightest. Isabelle kicked her feet under the chair playfully until she accidentally kicked a foot. She quickly apologized to Blake.
 
"Wow, I thought you said I was a great guy, there's no need to kick me!" he joked, throwing his hands up in the air. "My day was pretty good too. I woke up beside a beautiful girl and I got to spend the whole day with her."
 
"Shu-up." Isabelle mumbled with a mouthful of sandwich. She kicked him again, but with much less strength than the time before, more of a nudge really. After chewing, she swallowed loudly and looked up shyly. "And now you get to spend all night with her, too, rinse and repeat."


She shrugged. If it went her way, she'd just continue to stay and not go home, but that would be pushing boundaries. That isn't something she wanted to do, push him too far over the edge.
 
Blake kicked back, just as gently as she did the second time and grinned through a mouthful of food. He swallowed before saying, "I'm really excited for tonight too." He wriggled his eyebrows playfully. "I hope I get to see what's in that bag."
 
Isabelle laughed and reached towards him to poke him teasingly between his wiggling eyebrows. "We'll see. Depends on how well that massage is, don't forget."


She hadn't really won the bet, Blake had found the color before her after all. All the same, she'd try to squeeze a nice back rub out of their deal if she could. Blake didn't really seem to mind, as far as she could tell. If anything, she'd at least return the favor to be fair.


They finished eating and headed back the way they'd come. Isabelle was satisfied for the day.
 
"Are we going home now, or do you really want to go buy some shoes?" he asked, twisting his bag's handle around and around his hand until it started to hurt and then he'd let it untwist and he'd repeat the process. With his other hand he held on to Isabelle's, entwining their fingers. His stomach was full and he was content, he couldn't have had a more perfect day.
 
"No, Blake. I don't think I can handle any more shopping." Isabelle teased. She swung their hands back and forth as they walked, she looked into stores and at the mannequins to admire the things she liked.


They walked back to the car and put their bags inside. Isabelle got in the car, and Blake followed. Even with her clothes hidden in the bag, she hid her face by looking out of the window, not wanting Blake to catch her red faced too much.
 
On the way back they barely hit any red lights and it just added to Blake's great day. He pretended not to notice how she refused to look his way the whole trip back to the house but he did notice, and it made him smile. Shy Isabelle always made him smile. Isabelle always made him smile.


"Alright, now I don't wanna rush things and what not, but I'm really curious to know what's in that little pink bag," he said once they got inside the house. "So you'll have to distract me with like... Scrabble or something."
 
"You'll have to wait." Isabelle panicked, hiding the bag behind her back. She was going to stuff the new clothes in her bag as soon as she could. "I'm going to hide them, don't you dare try to go looking for them.


Isabelle walked backwards into his room and shut the door. From inside Blake could hear her yell again, No peeking! I swear Mr. Textbook!. She paused to decide, should she change into something now? Why not. As fast as she could she changed into a matching bra and panties she'd bought, and then hid everything else in her bag she'd brought. The hiding spot wasn't very original, but if Blake had some respect, he wouldn't go digging in her bag to find it.


She bounced back outside, glad that her head wasn't making her as dizzy today. "Scrabble? If you insist." She said as she walked closer.
 
Blake had been joking about the Scrabble, but it was his favourite game so he went to get it from the hallway's closet. It was an old version of the game but the box was still in pretty good condition and he brought it out to the kitchen table where they sat facing across from each other.


"I just thought you should know," he said casually, putting everything out and starting to count out seven letter tiles for himself, "That I'm an expert at this game and I will run you into the dust."
 
"Is that so?" Isabelle asked, an eyebrow was raised. "I don't know. I might just kick your ass."


She counted her letters to make sure she had seven. It had been a while since she'd played the game, but she figured she couldn't do that bad. The thought didn't cross her mind that Blake had read much more than her, studied more than her, and was generally smarter most likely. Isabelle would most definitely lose.
 
"I'll go first," he said, staring intently at his letters. At first they looked like a mish mash of useless letters, but he pondered them a moment more and eventually placed down five letters to spell APART. The small wooden tiles were crooked on the colourful board and he took a second to straighten them out before writing his score down on the piece of paper found in the box.


"That's a good start," he mumbled, looking expectantly at the girl across the table.
 
Isabelle looked down at her letters, trying to make sense of words she could spell. She rearranged them, put them together and rearranged them all over again. She had a Q and no U, so that didn't help much. After another minute of contemplation, she was finally able to set down a few tiles. Under Blake's P, she managed to spell the word PICK.


"I got something at least." She sighed.
 
He jotted down her score and looked over his tiles again, frowning at the new ones he picked out of the bag. He had an awful lot of consonants and it took him a moment to rearrange his letters into TIN, which he added on to the T to spell TINT. It was a weak word but it still gave him some points and he quickly picked out three more tiles.
 
((You ready for this? This is a boardless game of scrabble, I am going to take you down. In a totally sort of sarcastic friendship kind of way))


Isabelle groaned, she only had one vowel, at least it was a U, but she didn't have any place she could use it. That, and she didn't want to give up the letter in case she needed it for the Q. She held one of her letter squares and tapped the table with it as she thought. The only thing she could do was put a T she had next to the I from PICK and under the A from Blake's first word.


"I can do that, right?" She asked. "I haven't played in a while."
 
((Oh please, I'm playing the smart character okay so I win by default.))


Blake nodded and said, "Yeah, that's acceptable. And it makes two words, it and at," he traced the words as he spoke, "So you get points for both those words."


Blake chewed on his lip and glanced form the board to the tiles and he grinned, wriggling in his seat. He had found another good word and he placed it on the board in front of Isabelle's AT to form FLOAT.
 
((I can't help it, my character's got a tumor! It's messing with her head, I swear, it's not meeee D: ))


Isabelle concentrated on the board now, biting her lip. She had picked up a vowel at least, but it left her little to do. It took her a lot longer to find a word to play this time, and it was still short. Off of TINT she played TASK. There went her vowel, she hoped she'd get another one, or she'd lose.


"Alright then, smarty pants. Give me something to work with here." She laughed out of frustration, but was still having fun.
 
((I'm actually terrible at Scrabble, I played against someone as smart as Blake once and like wow it was bad))


"There's tons of things you could play off, so obviously it's not my fault you can't seen to get any good words." He stuck his tongue out at her and played his next word, CRACK using the K from Isabelle's last word. That was his favourite word he played so far, it made him quite proud. He was winning, and he idly wondered if he should let Isabelle win. She'd probably get mad at him for it.
 
((I've got excel open just to keep track of the letters. I'm not gifted spatially, don't judge me too hard))


As he spoke, Isabelle looked like she was upset, but as she tapped the tile against the table she saw an opportunity before her. She ignored Blake for a second, after he played his word she was able to find a spot for the irritating Q U combination she had. In the word PICK, she had been able to put QUICK by using the K. She was really proud of herself and it showed.


"There. Finally." She beamed and clapped for herself.
 
((I thought about writing them down but I'm literally relying on my memory so if I do something wrong I'm really sorry lol))


"Wow, good job," he said sincerely, reaching his socked foot forward to touch Isabelle's leg with it. "That's a good word." He smiled at her and figured out another word, playing QAT off her Q. This word always threw people off.
 
((I'll let you know. This was a bad game we decided to play, oh my god))


"Qat?" Isabelle had never heard the word before in her life. "Is that a real word? What does it mean?"


Blake's attempt to throw her off had definitely worked. She had no idea what it meant, or what it was supposed to even mean. At least she could sat it. Either way, she let it slide. He probably knew a thousand more words than she did, easy. Isabelle lucked out again, and was able to spell OUT, just off of the T in QAT, assuming it was a real word.


"I'll go with it. You're smarter than I am anyways."
 
Blake smiled wide at the sight of her confusion and said, "Qat, the leaves off a Catha edulis which is a shrub. They're used to make tea and sometimes even chewed like tobacco." He gave her a look that could easily be translated into words as 'the more you know'. Most people usually challenged the word, thinking it wasn't real and then when proven wrong, according to the Scrabble rules they'd lose their turn.


He took a look at his tiles and her newly placed word and placed LIVE off of her O to form OLIVE. He had obviously decided not to let her win.
 
Isabelle cursed and put her forehead on the table. She really had no moves that would beat him at this point. No vowels again, at that. The game could go on, but in points Blake had already decided the game's ending. She rummaged through the pile of letters, despite the rules, and spelled out a message on the board so Blake could read it.


SMART ASS





In only a few turns, she'd been defeated. "I admit defeat. I am your prisoner." Isabelle sighed dramatically with her head on the table again.
 
Blake scoffed at the message and quickly brushed the letters away so he could write his own message. Isabelle's head was on the table so she couldn't see what he was writing but still he scattered the way he was placing the tiles down so even if she could see she wouldn't be able to read what he was writing until the end.


U HAVE A NICE ASS AND ALSO UR HOT
 
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