The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Blake hugged Isabelle back, burying his face in her soft hair. His words were muffled, "Yeah, manly stuff. I forgot about that. Cause I'm really manly and if I don't get my dose of manly every day I shrivel up or I go through metapause." He said is matter of factly and nodded, his nose rubbing at Isabelle's scalp while doing so.
 
"Menopause?" Isabelle giggled, not sure if he was correct or making a joke about the word. Even if it was only his nose, she loved it when he played with her hair or rubbed her head.


It wasn't too late, but, she was cold and tired so she relaxed against Blake and let herself doze slightly against him. It didn't matter if she was cold now, he was there, warming her skin and holding her tight as he always did.


"I love you." She mumbled. "Just in case you didn't know."
 
"Yeah, see, I don't even know what the word is, cause I'm manly and I don't need to know that stuff." He laughed and stiffled a yawn, closing his eyes.


"I love it when you say that," he replied, "It's like music to my ears." It was true, he loved hearing her voice form those three simple words and he did know, he knew very well she loved him.
 
"That's so weird, I know something you don't." Isabelle exhaled deeply to cover a yawn, letting her eyes shut as she shifted into a more comfortable position against Blake. She smiled, her cheeks hurt from how much of it she'd been doing. "I do love you, Blake. You're just what I need."


She was tired, and falling asleep in the sand wouldn't have been so bad.
 
Blake smiled and pulled his head away from Isabelle's. "I love you too," he whispered back, giving her a squeeze. Their shared body heat made him forget how cold it was getting. They weren't far from the truck but to retrieve the blanket it would involve Blake getting up and he wasn't ready to ruin the comfort he was feeling at the moment.


"It's nice just sitting here with you. I wish we could just stay here forever."
 
"Me too." Isabelle agreed, sighing in the end. "But we can't do that."


She turned the mood around by making a joke of what she'd said. "There isn't a fresh water supply, and we would run out of egg rolls before tomorrow." The girl hoped it would be enough to skip over the morbid reasoning behind it all. She stretched her arms and nuzzled her face in his chest. "You cold?"
 
Blake laughed and muttered, "We could boil the water. It wouldn't be the cleanest but it would be kinda drinkable." He laid back, bringing Isabelle with him. "Ya, it's kinda cold. I can go get the blanket... or we can just snuggle closer."
 
"This'll be good." She murmured softly, her head was getting foggier the longer she shut her eyes. Sleep always came too soon. Just another minute, she wanted to say, stay awake so she could keep talking.


"Make a pillow with the sand, we're golden." She yawned loudly and curled up tight, her arms still wrapped around the boy she fell in love with.
 
Blake shifted so her head rested on his arm like a pillow. He knew that if he stayed in this position for too long his arm would fall asleep but he cared more about the comfort of the girl beside him than the feeling in his arm. He hugged her closer to him with his spare arm and kissed her forehead. "Let's just sleep like this." He yawned.
 
Isabelle nodded her head in response, tired enough that she didn't speak now. Blake was so close again, and again. When would it ever get old. Hopefully never.


Her dreams were sweet, nothing but the sound of the waves and her boyfriend's comforting arms keeping her warm.
 
When Blake woke up he was surprised to find himself in the same position he was when he fell asleep. He was now awake but his arm was not. He couldn't feel it even when he wriggled his fingers. As gently as he could, he sat up, pulling his arm free. It was tingling now and he shook it out, hating the feeling that reached from his finger tips up to his shoulder.
 
Sunday, May 3rd:


Isabelle's head bumped against the sand as he pulled his arm away, and she murmured softly in her sleep, curling more into herself as Blake sat up and away from her. It was the last day for them to spend on the beach, and she was sure Blake had school the next day, whereas she did not. She had forgotten to tell him she was no longer going to her courses. Isabelle had taken her tests early and stayed home now, it was too hard on her to keep up the attendance.


"Why'd you..." She mumbled and stretched out an arm in search of Blake, happily content once she found his knee.
 
"It was asleep," he explained softly, bringing his arm down to rest on her head. He rubbed his fingers in, hoping it would wake her up a bit. He didn't want to sit here alone for too long, he'd get bored. "Just like you are now. Come on, wake up." He bounced his knee a bit, stiring Isabelle.
 
She wrinkled her face, not entirely pleased to be woken up, but Isabelle opened her eyes and yawned. "Fine, fine. I'm just really tired." After sitting up, she wiped her hands on her jacket before rubbing her eyes so as not to get sand in them. It was bright, and she'd left her glasses in the car after their first day.


"I'm up, I'm up."
 
Blake smiled as he watch her sleepy eyes open. "We can take a nap later, but right now I want you awake because..." He couldn't figure out a good enough reason until he looked out at the water and nearly jumped up in excitement. "Because there are surfers on the water and I thought you'd like to watch them with me."
 
"Sure thing." She said sleepily. Isabelle sat up and leaned on Blake, turning so she could face the water. After she rubbed the sleep from her eyes she peaked out on the horizon of the waves to see a handful of surfers riding some waves.


Trying to imagine Blake doing something the same made her itch with excitement, she'd be proud and jealous the whole time.
 
While they watched Blake smiled, thinking about one of his favourite book series. It was caleld Gone, by Micheal Grant and the main character and his best friend were surfers. Back when he had first read the books he thought about learning to surf but he soon forgot about it. Now that the subject had reappeared he was genuinely thinking it over.


A few times the surfers fell but they always resurfaced. It was interesting to watch, they obviously knew what they were doing. They stopped surfing twenty minutes later and came out. They saw the two strangers watching them and walked towards them. "You guys were in deep sleep, we made a bunch of noise while going past you and neither of you even moved," said one of the three boys.
 
"Deep sleeper, what can I say?" Isabelle laughed and waved her hand, the other was perched above her brow to block out the sun as best she could. If Blake didn't ask, she would, so she spoke up again and asked, "How long have you been a surfer?"


"Few years now."


"Same."


"I just started last year."


"Where'd you learn?" She asked, leaning heavily on Blake.


"There's a little shop about fifty miles North of here." One of the boys piped up, pointing uselessly up the road. For some reason, Isabelle felt good to know there was somewhere nearby. Blake could at least try later if he wanted to, come back another weekend and give it a go.
 
Blake nodded, staring at up at them as well. One of them moved to block the sun from their faces so Blake stopped squinting and asked, "Is it expensive?" He'd probably pay for it anyways, but he wanted to know. "And the boards, for a decent one how much is it gonna cost?" One of them answered and the two others added on, the tallest boy saying, "I work at the shop so you can come by some day and I'll probably be there. We can talk it out, who knows, I could give you a deal."
 
Isabelle was glad to have one of the boys block the sun, and she lowered her hand. "That's sweet." She grinned a little, nudging Blake with her elbow playfully. "There you go, you can't say no now."


It was a great opportunity really, so Isabelle made sure to get the three boys' names, making a note in her phone. That way she could at least give it to Blake, he could mention it if he came back. Maybe they'd help him learn, too. It would all work out in the end.
 
When the boys left, Blake laid back down, throwing an arm over his eyes. "You're gonna push me to learn to surf now," he said, sticking out his tongue. "So I'm gonna push you to learn to dance." He recalled that it was one of the things on her bucket list and so if he was learning a sport, so would she.
 
"Is there a place you know?" Isabelle asked, shielding her eyes again from the sun. It was starting to give her a headache. "I've still got two weeks."
 
"No, but I'll search first thing when we get home. I'll even call the place today and slide money under the table if I have to to get you in as soon as possible." He wasn't even joking, if Isabelle didn't finis her bucket list by the time the surgery came he'd forever be living with it on his shoulders.
 
"Oh, you don't have to do that." Isabelle shook her head and rubbed her hand against his chest. "If I don't get in, I don't get in. It's no big deal, really."


But it was. She only had so many things left she wanted to do before she died, and this was one of them. If she didn't do it, she'd regret it in the last few minutes she had. It was coming closer, just barely two weeks left, and it really started to get in her head. Would she die? The odds weren't in her favor. What about Blake?


Stop it Isabelle, you can think about it later.





"Swing, right?" She grinned slyly.
 
"Any type of dance. Swing would be fun though," he said, shrugging. There was sand in his hair and he shook it out, scratching at his scalp. "Name what you want to do and I'll make sure it happens." He opened his eyes and grinned back at the girl. "Wow, I spoil you."
 
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