The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

She blushed, embarrassed, and put her menu down on the table. "Sorry, I didn't want to say anything, you were so excited to have Chinese food." She grinned, because it was true. Isabelle was thankful he didn't pressure her on the matter.


Only a minute later, the old woman brought out a small platter of egg rolls and two glasses of water for the pair of them. Isabelle picked one up, recoiling when she discovered how hot they were.


"What are you getting?" Isabelle asked casually.
 
Blake took the girl's hand and looked at her finger tips, making sure they weren't burnt too badly. "Be careful, it's hot," he told her jokingly as he lifted her fingers to his mouth. He kissed the burnt tips gently. "I got chicken chow mein, general tao's chicken and beef and broccoli." The portions would probably be huge, but he had no doubt in his mind that he could wolf it all down.
 
"Starving?" Isabelle teased as he kissed her tender fingers. They weren't burnt, only sore.


How could he eat so much? It baffled her that one person could consume so much food in one sitting, but if he didn't it meant leftovers at least. She leaned her head on her free hand and stared at her fingers Blake held on to. So careful, he always was like that with her.
 
Blake gave her a rye smile. He was about to say, "Close to death," but he realized that would have bad consequences. So instead he said, "Yes." He turned around to look at the rest of the small restaurant and he pointed to a seat near the window. "We gonna sit down?" He took the two glasses from the counter.
 
Isabelle picked up the hot plate and one cup while balancing her way over to the table Blake had pointed out. She sat down and set the plate between the two. It was a cozy little shop, not too many decorations as was typical of many Chinese places Isabelle had been to before. The lights were dimmed a little to give off some sort of ambiance, she had to guess, but had nothing else to comment on other than she liked it.


"This has been so great." She beamed. There weren't all that many things left on her list, but this was the only thing that mattered.
 
Blake nodded in agreement, sipping at his water. The veins in his hands were visible as he tapped his fingers on the table. "The greatest. Best weekend ever." That might have been exaggeration, noted Blake, but he didn't say anything about it. He knew the words would mean a lot to the girlfriend sitting across from him.
 
And his words did mean a lot. Isabelle cupped her own face in her hands with her elbows propped on the table. Even if it wasn't one hundred percent true, it made her feel special to know she might have helped to make it so.


"Let's just stay here for a year." Isabelle suggested, she laughed at the thought. In the back of her mind she knew it wasn't possible, but it was still nice to think about. "That'd be nice, a house on the beach. Go swimming every morning, and sleep listening to the waves." She mused on, her eyes looked to the distant daydream.
 
Once again, Blake nodded. His hair fell onto his forehead as he did so, messy and long in need of a trim. "Sure. We can buy a house near the water. Learn to surf, or something," he suggested. He was only half joking. It was way too early for them to officially move in together, and besides, it was all just false promises. They both knew that.
 
She stayed quiet, only smiling in response. It'll never happen. Isabelle tried to force the negative thoughts from her mind. As much as she wanted to move into a beach house, right then and there, reasonably she couldn't. Blake would probably change the topic again if she said anything, and worrying him, scaring him was the last thing she wanted to do.


The old woman came by, carrying a large platter with Blake's food on it. It all smelled so good, and Isabelle stared with a longing at the dishes, wanting to eat every bite if only she could manage.
 
Blake caught sight of Isabelle's gaze, mouth ajar and practically drooling. It made him laugh and he took the chop sticks and ate a bite of his chow mein. "You can have some if you want," he said as though trying to break her from her trance. "Oh wow this is actually really good, I take that back."
 
"I'm really not that hungry." She grumbled, still eyeing his food. Her stomach didn't even growl, just taunted her into thinking she was. Isabelle took half of an egg roll and slowly ate it, as if making it last a little longer would make her feel like she ate more.
 
Blake raised his eyebrows as if to say, "I never would have a guessed." He ate a piece of his chicken and chewed slowly, imitating Isabelle. He could finish this food in ten minutes or less but Isabelle was eating slowly and so would he. "What were your grades like in high school?" he asked curiously. When he had nothing else to talk about, school was always there.
 
"Mostly A's." She responded and shrugged. "I never got to do much else, so I put a lot of time into studying." Then she smirked, as if it were funny. Well, it was. "But, I have a hard time remembering it all, so that did a lot of good. I'm assuming you get pretty decent grades, too, right?"


He had to have spectacular grades. Blake spent so much time studying, it was impossible for him to have anything other than a 4.0 GPA, right? That's what she assumed.
 
"In highschool? Straight A's. In college? Straight A's." Blake took a bite of his food before adding, "I'm boring, I know. My parents were and still are so proud of my siblings, lawyers, doctors, straight A's, scolarships, blah blah blah. My whole family is like that. It was only customary that I become another genius in a long line of geniuses."
 
"Good for you though." Isabelle praised. Even if it was customary in his family, it was still noteworthy when a person got all A's. "So what if it's boring, I think it's great. You're a genius."


She sipped at her water and dabbled at the egg roll in her hand. It made her sick, eating, so she set it down and folded her hands on the table. Playfully, she added on to her previous statement, taking her water back in hand. "Nerd." Then a smile.
 
"The nerdiest," mumbled Blake, a forkful of food hovering right in front of his mouth. He ate it and then set his fork down. Isabelle didn't seem to want to eat any more so now he could eat faster and they could get out of there. After a few more moments of silence Blake said, "I think I'm gonna try to surf. I wonder if there's anyone who teaches it."
 
"Do it!" Isabelle said enthusiastically. The waves on their little beach were decent, but, he might have to find a better place to learn how to surf. The image of Blake on the waves made her flush, it was cool, it's the only word she had. Cool.


"I'm sure you can find someone, it can't be that hard, can it?" She wondered.
 
"It would be easier if we lived in like Florida or California or something, but out here there can't be that many surfers." He shrugged, eating when he was done talking. He rarely set down his fork now, only when he needed a drink. "But it would be fun to learn. I'd need to buy a board and a wet suit and everything to go with it.:
 
"Someday you can." Isabelle continued to encourage the thought. "I mean, that sounds a little expensive, but it'll be worth it I bet."


She tapped her fingers slowly on the table, one at a time in a deliberate motion, it looked like she was playing an invisible piano, but it meant nothing. Again, she wanted to see Blake on the waves. It would be impressive if he ever picked up the skill.


"I'm sure there's at least one person out here who knows how to surf." She thought. "There's all this ocean out here, someone has to know."
 
"Hopefully that person doesn't call themselves a specialist and charge a hundred dollars an hour." It reminded him of the cello teacher he'd had as a child. She worked at the very high end music conservatory. She had charged over a hundred dollars an hour but his parents had still payed for the four lessons a week. "They'll be stuck up and teach me bad habits."
 
"Speaking from experience?" Isabelle grinned as he talked. That's how it seemed to her, as if he were talking about a particular person.


"You could just teach yourself, try it out alone first." She suggested, shrugging slightly with her face still in her own hands. "It's not the best way, but, it'd be alright."
 
Blake's eyes widened and he stared at Isabelle, shaking his head. "No. With my luck I'd get pushed under a wave and drown. I want someone there who can tell me how to get up on the board and what to do when I get pushed under water." He was done all the food now and he took the napkin and brought it up to his mouth.
 
"I hadn't even thought of that." Isabelle slapped her hands over her mouth, eyes wide with worry. "Don't do that. No, never do that."


The old woman came back, bringing along a small check for their meal (more or less Blake's) and handed Isabelle a small box. She stacked the remaining egg rolls inside and left it open in case Blake had anything he wanted to take with. It was a good idea to come for Chinese, even if she didn't eat much, the atmosphere was nice and the conversation light.


"All ready?" She asked, stretching her limbs.
 
"You betcha," answered Blake, straightening out his shirt. He paid for the bill and handed the small box of eggrolls to Isabelle. They were no longer warm but if she got hungry later on they would make an easy snack.


When they got back to the beach it was dark but not as cold as the other night. Blake gathered up some firewood in case they wanted to make another fire before going to bed. "Do we have any definite plans for tomorrow?"
 
Isabelle was cold, even though it was much warmer than the night before. She pressed herself against Blake in an attempt to warm up, her face tucked in it's usual spot on his chest. Her arms wrapped around his body from the side, and she tucked her knees as best she could so she could be comfortable.


"You wanted to go climb some rocks, man stuff." She yawned, but continued to hold tight. "I'm fine with whatever, seeing as this place is just so pretty anyways."
 
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