The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Blake was lost in thought, thinking about the party they were going to go to. Would it really be fun, or just another place to stand awkwardly. The sound of Isabelle's voice spanned him back to attention, and he looked up from the counter.


"Oh, dessert? I don't like anything chocolaty, so most desserts don't appeal to me, but the occasionally cheesecake is nice," he admitted. Most people thought he was crazy for not liking chocolate so he usually didn't mention it.


The chicken was sizzling, almost completely cooked. He put a few dollops of sour cream in the pan along with the salt pepper and spice. He stirred it up and it made a red creamy mixture with a unique smell.
 
Eventually the pasta had cooked, and Isabelle took great care into not burning herself straining the water out. Before pouring it back into the pot, she added a small square of butter. The chicken was almost done, by the looks of it.


"Can I tell you something?" Isabelle bit her lip before looking up. She waited for Blake's attention before she blurted out, "I don't like chocolate either. People think it's weird, you know, when people don't like chocolate."
 
Blake visibly relaxed while he said, "I'm so glad that you said that. I was worried you'd make fun of me or something." He licked his lips slightly before smiling once more. His cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiling, but he ignored the feeling, concentrating more on the feeling Isabelle gave him everytime they were close together.


He took the pasta from her and put it on two plates then poured the chicken over the pasta. "It looks good," he noted, cocking his head to the side as he examined the dishes.
 
"It does look good, smells good, too." Isabelle intertwined her fingers behind her back as Blake dished out the food. She reached to grab the plates and take them to the dining room, then paused as she stepped into the hallway, "Sorry, I don't live here, I just assumed we were eating in the dining room." She continued on her way anyways.


Now she thought about the party. It was only supposed to be math kids, she assured herself it couldn't possibly get too crazy. Then, she also had to remember they're still college kids. Anything could happen, but still, Blake would be there. She could be satisfied knowing he'd be there.
 
Blake smiled, following behind with forks in hand as though this wasn't his house but her's. The thought made him chuckle as he took a seat beside Isabelle, handing her a fork. "Alright, the moment of truth," he breathed, picking some food up and eating it. He bounced his head as he chewed, then said, "Yeah, it's not that bad. We're a pretty good team."
 
"I'd say so," Isabelle grinned, then took a bite of her food. She really liked whichever spice he had used, but couldn't remember the name. As for names, she suddenly recalled she didn't know Blake's last name. She ate another bite of food before opening her mouth, still using a hand to cover it as she spoke.


"Right, I realized, I don't even know your last name. I wrote mine down for you, Burns. Isabelle Burns." She pulled her hand away from her mouth. "You're currently just Blake, or, coffee shop guy."
 
"Cresta," he told her, biting his lip. "I hate it, it sounds like a girl's name. But it's also pretty cool cause one of the characters in that book the Hunger Games has the same last name." He grinned before eating some more and checking his watch. They still had an hour before they had to leave. Blake figured he could play some cello for her to waste some time.
 
"I don't think it sounds girly, just foreign. I like it." Isabelle commented, "At least yours doesn't sound like you're setting something on fire. I think I'm lucky to not have been born with flaming red hair at the very least."


She still hoped there would be time for Blake to play the cello, she really did want to hear. It wasn't as common for people to continue to play an instrument past high school, at least people Isabelle knew. Had she herself had more time, she always thought about learning to play the piano.


"So, do you think there's a chance you'll play the cello a bit, before we go party with the math geeks?" She meant it only jokingly, hoping she sounded teasing over rude.
 
Blake was already half done when he realized he should probably slow down. He's always been a fast eater, but he figured that it got worse after starting college since it was hard to eat while reading a textbook. He put his fork down and breathed, placing his hands on his lap.


"I was just thinking about that. I calculated that we'd have enough time, so you're in luck." He smiled, then asked, "Do you want something to drink? I have water, orange juice, milk, Pepsi." Blake stood up and walked to the kitchen.
 
"Water is fine, thanks." Isabelle smiled at Blake. As he walked away, she was still smiling, would it ever end? Someone so new, someone she had never met before, and never really wanted to say goodbye to.


She shook her head, laughing at herself. She was being so awkward, it was always a downside for Isabelle, she was so easily made to blush or smile
 
Blake poured them both glasses of cold water, mulling over his thoughts about Isabelle. There were a few thoughts he refused to admit surfaced, but all the other ones were nice, they were about how much he liked her company, and how he never wanted to leave her side. The other thoughts however were bad, they made him feel horrible. The most dominant bad thought was in regards to how much time he'll waste if he's spending it with someone who's as good as dead. He resurfaced to reality before the thoughts could drown him.


He returned to the table, pretending like he wasn't at war with his mind. Passing the cup to Isabelle he sat back down and continued eating. "What kind of music do you like?"
 
"Music." Isabelle drummed her fingers on the table with one hand, sipping on her water with the other. "I've always been a fan of Frank Sinatra, my dad used to play it for me before I went to bed as a kid. He just stuck. I mean, I like other things too, but, his songs are always in my favorites." She smiled shyly, taking both her hands around her glass and again sipped.


It was hard, music, no one really listens to the lyrics until it's important. Love songs mean more when you're heartbroken. Now? Every song seemed to have a different meaning now that Isabelle was close to death.


"What about you? Classical maybe? I'm only guessing, because of the cello." She took a peek from behind her hair to look at Blake.
 
Setting his fork down once again, he also sipped at his water. "You guessed right. I never realized before talking to you, but I really am a nerd," he joked, making a face to show his distaste.


Soon he had finished his food and his water and he sat back, waiting patiently for Isabelle to also be done her own plate.
 
After noticing Blake's empty plate, Isabelle subtly started to eat faster than before, until her plate was soon empty.


She laughed, Blake was a little nerdy, but she didn't care. "It's okay that you're nerdy. You take care of yourself, as far as I know. You seem to be a hard worker, at the very least. It's not a nerdy type of well, nerdy, either. It's more of a..." Isabelle tilted her head, trying to think of the word. "It's much more, almost serious. It's refined. You like classical music, math, and you read. Refined sounds better than nerdy."
 
Blake stood up, taking the empty plates and placing them in the sink- he would do them later when he got back home. He returned to the dinning room, motioning for Isabelle to come with him.


"Refined," he tested the word out on his tongue. "Sure, refined could describe me. I'll play some music for you now."
 
"Sounds good, thank you for dinner, by the way." Isabelle started to follow and instinctively reached to grab his hand, as he'd done earlier when showing her around. Her fingers just brushed the tips of his before she quickly tried to pull away. "S-sorry" She stuttered.
 
The touch was so soft he would have thought it was his imagination if she hadn't apologized. He stopped walking, looking down at Isabelle. "Don't apologize for doing something you want," he told her, taking her pale hand in his own before walking down the hallway to his room.


When they got to the room, he unfortunately had to let go of her hand so he could sit down in the chair in the corner. He motioned to the bed and said, "Take a seat." He reached into his cello bag and took the bow out along with the rosin. He rosined the boy then took the cello out of the case, placing it in between his legs. "I've never played in front of just one person."
 
Isabelle opened her mouth to say something, but no words would come out. Had her heart been beating any louder, Blake would have been able to hear. She held tight to his hand, even something so simple made her giddy.


"It's just me, so." Isabelle shrugged, her legs dangling off the side of the bed, hands resting in her lap. "Yeah, just me."
 
Blake smiled, closing his eyes so he could concentrate. The song he was going to play he knew by heart so he didn't need to look as he placed his fingers and the bow on the strings. He opened his eyes to look at Isabelle as soon as he started playing.


The song started off slow and melancholic, then sped up, Blake's fingers moving faster to change notes. The beautiful sound filled the room quickly, and it sounded perfect, Blake's skilled movements made sure that he never missed a beat.
 
Beautiful, it's so...


Isabelle watched as Blake's fingers danced along the instrument. She closed her eyes, the room disappeared and was no longer a distraction from the notes that came forth from the cello. For a moment she opened her mouth to voice a compliment. The music would have been disrupted had she said anything though.


She opened her eyes again, if only to watch him play.
 
Blake kept playing, feeling completely at ease since Isabelle seemed to be enjoying the show. A small smile crept onto his lips as the end of the piece approached, climbing into a crescendo and then back down to a very soft sound as the song ended.


"What do you think?" he asked, resting his bow on his knee. He checked his watch, noticed it was almost time to go and started packing away the instrument.
 
"Blake, that was incredible." Isabelle smiled, leaning forward at the same time. She was jealous he had the talent to play. "And you told me you weren't that great."


She clapped her hands together a few times to the one man performance. Noting Blake had looked at his watch, she asked, "Is it time to go?" She stood up, silently watching as Blake packed away the instrument.


"You know you'll have to do that again sometime, right?" She teased.
 
Blake stood up and said, "Sure, just tell me whenever you wanna hear again." He opened his dresser drawer and pulled out two shirts, eyeing them both. "I should have planned what I was wearing earlier," he mumbled idly, deciding on a burgundy button down shirt. He pulled off the shirt he was wearing, well aware that Isabelle was there, and unless she was a prude, a naked torso wasn't a big deal. He put on the other shirt, his fingers gingerly working at the buttons. "Alright, let's go."
 
Isabelle thought it would be polite to look away, more so because it was so sudden. She still looked back, admiring how toned his back was.


"Lead the way, I'm still yours for the night," She reminded him. "Are you driving us there?"
 
Blake still liked the sound of Isabelle being his and he nodded, holding his hand out for her to take. "Yeah, it's not far, but too far for us to walk." They walked to the foyer and put on their shoes and coats then walked to Blake's black truck parked in the driveway.
 
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