The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Blake grinned as she pushed him back and he let her, he thought it was hot. He kissed her a while more, responding positively to the touch of her tongue. Finally he answered and said, "I'm the only one." He followed suit with a kiss on the nose. "You've ever kissed." And then he kissed her on the mouth. "So of course you think I'm a good kisser."
 
She shrugged slightly and sat back with her hands running down his chest. "I still think you're good at it."


Isabelle grinned, she slid her hands along his sweatshirt covered chest and drummed her fingers on his stomach. It was getting dark, the last light from the sun was behind the girl's frame, outlining her body with a radiant hue.
 
He grinned back, examining her dark face. Silhouetted by the setting sun, her face was shadowed, her usual bright eyes were dark but Blake could still see every emotion in them, which he mirrored in his own eyes. "I think you're a pretty great kisser too," he said, both lovingly and teasingly. "Pretty friggin' great."
 
"Shut up." She grinned and playfully tapped his chest in response. Her face blushed and she brought a hand to cover her cheek, turning away to look down the winding beach shore.


Isabelle rolled off of Blake and curled up next to his side in the sand, but it didn't bother her, sand was sand. She laid her hand across his chest and wiggled her way into a comfortable position. A few stars started to appear in the sky, they were faint but surely they were there.


"Do you know any constellations, Blake?" She spared the names and asked honestly, an intent look played on her face as she stared up at the sky.
 
"Well," he said as though he was about to belt out a memorized textbook worth of information. It was a habit which he had developed since a young age, he always had to sound like he knew what he was talking about even if he didn't. It had made a few moments embarrassing when he had been proven wrong, which wasn't too often. "I know that the Big Dipper and the Little Dipper look like pots and I know that Orion wears a belt that consists of three stars." This wasn't all he knew, but it was the basics.
 
Isabelle was still fascinated by the information, if her face didn't show it. This kind of knowledge wasn't something you learned through school, not usually. She only knew about the Big and Little Dipper, that was it.


"You're smart." She teased, but then added seriously. "I like that, you always know something I don't. It's interesting, you know?" The girl drew circles on his chest as she stared up in the sky, in her own attempt to find the only constellation she knew. Fat chance, though, it was hard for her to tell.
 
Blake shrugged, chewing on his lip as he too searched for constellations. "Some people don't like it. I'll state a fact and someone tells me I'm a show off and that I should stop making other people look stupid." It had bothered him, but eventually he learned to just stop talking when hanging out with those people.


After a few more moments he saw what he was searching for. "Right there, those stars that form a square with five lines protruding form it?" he pointed to the stars. "That's Pegasus." It was a bit hard to see at first, but after concentrating it was clear.
 
Isabelle searched for the stars he pointed out, it took her a while before she found what he was talking about. The moment she figured it out she jerked somewhat and pointed her hand towards the sky. "There!"


It was like being a kid again, and she loved it. No worries, no class, just a relaxing night.


"I like it. You studied hard, so of course you know more than I do." Isabelle turned up to look at him, her green gaze loving and sweet. "That doesn't make me stupid, just curious."
 
What she said was a relief, now he didn't have to worry about sounding too smart or like he was trying to degrade her. He glanced to the side at Isabelle and then back up to Pegasus, as he found it again it felt like his eyes were focusing.


"I like it when you're curious," he started to admit, "I love speaking about what I know. I could go on and on about anything, whether there's someone to listen to me or not."
 
"I like it when you talk. Really, you know a lot of really cool things that I don't." Isabelle still stared up at the sky, all too content with laying on the cold sand instead of one of the towels, or even a sleeping bag.


"You could probably tell me all about some concept, theory, just anything. It will always be interesting, Blake."
 
Blake grinned and as a joke he said, "There's a 3D geometrical shape that's a lot more complicated than this, but basically it's a doughnut called a torus. And if you wrap it into itself it becomes a sphere. And what I find most interesting about this shape is that if it had vertical stripes on it and you flipped it inside out, the stripes would be horizontal. There's also the double torus and the triple torus, and the even more interesting toroidal polyhedron. That's basically like a boxy doughnut with quadrilateral faces."
 
"Ah, yes." Isabelle nodded knowingly against hid chest. "The boxy doughnut shape I'm so familiar with."


She laughed at his joke and added her own fact. "Did you know two plus two is four?"
 
"Actually," he said, and this is where most people got mad at him, "The phrase two plus two equals five is common in media, specifically the book Nineteen-Eighty-Four. The main character says if the State were to say two plus two equals five and everyone believes it, is it still true?" It was a lame tid bit of information, and that wasn't even all of it, there was a lot more complicity to the story.


((Wikipedia is my best friend))
 
((I know an insane amount about brain tumors now, so, I understand))


"Well, it would be true in that world, yes. Maybe 4 is 5, or 2 is really 2 and a half." Isabelle was rambling now. She remembered reading the book, finding it equally interesting and terrifying. "But does that really matter when you're laying on a beach with your girlfriend?" Who's got two weeks left. She moved her hand up his chest until it hugged the side of his face, turning it her way and rubbing her thumb across his cheek.
 
He could tell that Isabelle just wanted to cuddle and kiss now, not talk about numbers, and normally Blake would agree to that, but he was into their 2+2=5 conversation and so without moving he said, "But it is true. We've been told all our lives that two plus two equals four. I'm gonna use swearing as an example... As kids we were told not to swear because those words were bad. But they're just words, like sock or pig. If I were to tell a child all his life that the word pig was bad he'd learn to never use it. But there's nothing wrong with the word, he just thinks there is. So if we grew up thinking that two plus two equals five even though it really equalled four, we wouldn't know any better."
 
Isabelle pouted a bit at his denial to her advances, but she smiled as he continued to speak. "I understand that, words are what we make them. So, let me restate my previous knowledge. Two plus two equals five, Mr. Textbook."


She still had her hand on his face, and she slid it down onto his neck so as not to be too much in the way. When he spoke, it moved her fingers and tickled the tips. He knew an insane amount of things Isabelle did not, and she wouldn't mind if he just kept talking.
 
"That being said," he spoke as though he wasn't aware of his surroundings, like it was just him and his words, yet he still reached over and touched his hand to Isabelle's arm. "Nothing is really as it seems. Words don't mean anything, the stars could be sand and the sand could be lava... the gods could be looking down at us, thinking we're foolish little kids, mistaking objects for other objects..." He was frowning now but after another moment of thoughtful silence he turned his head to the side and smiled at Isabelle. "I really hate philosophy."
 
"I don't know. I like to think philosophy gives some reason to everything." Isabelle shrugged. "Morals, ideals...and different ideas and origins. If we didn't have philosophy life would be dull and...I don't know. It can be fascinating and terrible at the same time."


She didn't know how to continue. Even she wasn't so sure. So she half rolled back onto Blake and kissed him before biting his lower lip gently and pulling ever so slightly. Isabelle stared him in the eyes seductively.


"While I am interested, I can only absorb so much information at a time."
 
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Blake stared back at her, the corner of his mouth pulled up in a grin. "Can I make an observation?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. "You're not being shy and reserved right now." He had noticed how Isabelle had been getting better with her shyness, but this was new behaviour, and honestly, Blake liked it.
 
"I'm comfortable." Isabelle murmured, and rested her head on his chest. Her heart beat a little faster at his observation. Her shy attitude was hidden away, true enough, but this she was used to. He held her, kissed her, and these things no longer made her blush the way they used to, her heart still fluttered each time, but the redness in her face was gone.


"Is that weird?" She asked honestly, turning her head up to glance at him.
 
Blake shook his head, tilting his head so he could kiss the top of her's. Both his arms held her close, one of his hands tracing smooth circles on the small of her back. It had gotten colder, now Blake's toes were wriggling to keep what little warmth they still had. He would have gotten up to get a blanket, but the position they were in was comfortable.


"It's not weird at all. I like it," he admitted. "Makes me less worried about what I can do and not do. I don't need to think, oh will this bother Isabelle?"
 
"Oh, I'm sorry." Isabelle apologized. "I suppose I just had to get used to it."


She was tickled by the circles he drew, but at the same time didn't want to pull away. The stars were out, and the sound of the waves lapping against the sandy shore just by their feet was soothing enough where she wouldn't mind sleeping right on the sand. In the morning, it wouldn't prove to be the best idea when sand filled her clothes, but now it was heaven.


"You don't bother me, Blake." She smiled and tucked herself into his body for warmth.
 
Her words brought a smile to Blake's face, a real smile not a smirk or his regular boyish grin. He could act like himself around her and now he knew that it didn't bother her, nothing he did bothered her. "Thanks, babe," he said. It was a simple two words but they held so much meaning sent from the heart.
 
"No problem." Isabelle patted his chest with her hand and grinned into his sweater. She didn't quite understand just how much it meant for her to be not bothered by his actions, couldn't see the look on his face, but he sounded so genuinely pleased she was sure it meant something.


It was late enough where the once warm beach breeze had turned cold and spray from the ocean water was freezing instead of cooling. Isabelle shivered against Blake before sitting up. She rubbed her hands over her arms and tried to shake the sand from her hair. The messy bun she'd put in earlier had fallen out, leaving a tangled mess of hair on the back of her head.


"It's cold, come on." Isabelle cooed. She turned around and held out her hands so she could help Blake up. "It's about time for a sleeping bag and a pillow, wouldn't you say?"
 
Blake nodded and accepted her hand, but she didn't help him up much- he was too heavy. He pulled her to the truck and retrieved the pillows and the sleeping bags. These sleeping bags were meant for camping, they were down filled and meant for cold weather. He handed one to Isabelle and held on to his own. "Do you wanna sleep on the beach or in the back of the truck?" he said, gesturing to the large truck beg. "There's wind coverage in the back."
 
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