The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

She held his hand, it was warm and felt right against her skin.


Then she felt guilty. She was dying, and here she was. This feeling rising in her chest was so joyful, and excited, and if he felt the same way, it meant that there was also a part denying her death. Or at least trying hard to forget the moment she'd admitted to the tumor in her brain. They'd only known each other for two days, but it felt wonderful. Isabelle only hoped he'd remember what could happen.


They drove some ways, some of the streets Isabelle was familiar with, some of them not so much. She did her best to keep hold of his hand for as long as she could.
 
What they saw when they got there was not what Blake had expected. Inside the music was loud and there were just as many people as there was at any other party. People were dancing close together, drinks in hand, cigarettes and other smoking things in in their mouth.


Despite the surprise, this made Blake even more excited. He hadn't been to a party since the beginning of college, and from what he remembered it was the time of his life. He got them both a drink, a mixture of orange juice and some time of alcohol which he suspected was vodka.
 
"Thanks." Her voice was swallowed by the music. Before taking a drink, Isabelle held the cup and sniffed the top. It smelled like something, but she wasn't sure what. She drank it all the same, and cringed at the burn in her throat.


"I almost forgot about that part." She shouted over the music so Blake could hear her. "Maybe I should switch my major, math is starting to look a little more exciting."


Despite the fact that the combination of lights, noise, and smoke made her head throb, she pushed the thoughts to the back of her night. Tonight was about fun.
 
They headed to the living room which was where people were dancing, and he shuffled slightly to stand in front of Isabelle, shielding her a bit from the bright blue and green lights. They danced close together like everyone else, and in the span of what seemed like five minutes, Blake was nearly done his second drink. He knew very well that he couldn't get too drunk because what if something went wrong with Isabelle? He'd need to help her.
 
Isabelle took a moment to grab her and Blake another drink from the kitchen. It was a little quieter, but not much. Then headed back to where the two had been dancing. She took a large gulp of her drink before even bothering to wonder what was in it. Then remembered the second drink, passing it off to Blake.


"This is actually pretty cool," Isabelle had to shout again, "I'm really glad you invited me."
 
"I'm glad you agreed to come. Parties are way better with someone you like!" he shouted back. He was already feeling a buzz and it felt great, almost as good as the feeling Isabelle gave him.


"I'll be right back," he said, walking away towards the bathroom. He had to pass the stoners to get there and when they offered him the joint he accepted it, taking a long drag before continuing on his way. A minute later he came back from the bathroom, took another hit of the smoke and returned to Isabelle.
 
"I know right?" She nodded her head, then paused, "Wait, you mean me! Oh." she laughed, and smiled wide. She chugged the rest of her drink. Blake left, and came back soon after. In that time, someone she had never met had come up to her, trying to dance. She waved her hands quickly in front of her, "No, sorry, I'm just going now." She skirted off to the side and ran into Blake.
 
Blake laughed softly when he bumped into Isabelle. "It's a good thing I don't have coffee in my hand," he joked. The hand that wasn't holding a cup was pressed against Isabelle's hip firmly so he could pull her closer. He started dancing, his body brushing against Isabelle's
 
"Exactly, that'd be terrible." She replied. Isabelle was starting to feel claustrophobic in the crowd of people. It was a little uncomfortable. She felt a little better being closer to Blake. Cautiously, she wrapped her arms around his waist. Unsure of whether or not it was the right thing to do, she looked up for some sort of approval, a quiet, shy look on her face. Despite the buzz she was feeling, Isabelle didn't want to screw it up.
 
Blake finished the drink, setting it down on the shelf beside them so he had a free hand. With that hand he pushed a strand of hair behind Isabelle's ear and bent forward, whispering softly in her ear, "Just relax, Isabelle. No worries tonight, alright?" He pulled away, his lips skimming gently across her cheek.


His mind was already pretty tainted and so he could barely wonder if he'd have done the same thing sober. He probably wouldn't have since they've only known each other two days, but the liquid confidence definitely sped things up. That was a good thing - they didn't have much time to spare.
 
"No worries." She repeated, only her lips moved, her voice was lost in the music. Her eyes were locked on Blake's, dark, incredibly enticing. It was so honest. She had so little time left, there was no point in worrying or trying to edge away from the crowd. The world could be hers if only she would reach out and take it, for as long as she could hold on. Isabelle pulled herself closer, letting her head rest on his chest, and said it again. "No worries."


After a moment, she pulled away, a little more comfortable now, then shouted, "Let's get another drink. Okay?" The intimate moment was gone now.


Just relax.
 
He nodded, pulling her towards the kitchen where there were two people, a short blond girl and a slightly taller black hair Japanese guy. They passed Isabelle and Blake the drinks without a word. By now Blake was definitely feeling the warm liquid passing through the body, and the weed he had smoked was making everything seem slower than it really was.


"When's the last time you had fun?" he asked Isabelle, smirking down at her. He really just wanted to stop talking and be as close to her as possible, but for now he did his best so calm the urge to push her against a wall and kiss her hard.
 
"I went to a movie once, a long time ago." Isabelle giggled, her face was hot from the alcohol, and her head was dizzy again. Blake was staring down at her, for the first time Isabelle did her best not to shy away. Had she not felt the slight buzz, she may have given a more negative answer. Fun didn't work when you were about to die. Fun was hard.


Isabelle reached for Blake's hand, and grabbing it, she rubbed her thumb along the top. "This is fun, too."
 
"It'll get more fun through out the night," he said, confident that the statement was true. He danced to the beat, every once in awhile being pushed harder against Isabelle when someone bumped him out of the way. The amount of people here was astounding, no way they were all just math students.
 
Isabelle recalled the moment she stepped in the door tonight, her dancing was awkward, but she still did it. Now, she almost didn't care how she looked. Still in time with the music she moved her body. There were a lot of people here, though, the claustrophobic feeling from earlier crept back into her mind.


Time and again throughout the night, she returned to the kitchen. At one point, she took a few shots. Whoever was serving said it was 'whisky, or something, maybe vodka, I don't know' so she tried it.


If she was going to die, she was at least going to have a good time tonight.
 
A few times Blake had gone back to the stoner's corner and smoked with them, but now he no longer wanted to smoke or drink or dance. Returning to Isabelle's side, he leaned down once again and whispered in her ear, "Let's get out of here." Luckily there were some people who had offered to stay sober if someone needed a way to get home.
 
"Aww, alright," Isabelle responded, she took a step forward and nearly toppled over. She giggled. "One more shot, can we, can we do one more?"


She stumbled forward and latched on to Blake's arms. Almost begging for him to have one more drink with her. Her legs were shaky, and somewhere along the way her hair and been riled up. She asked one more time, sounding unconvincing, "Please? I like that one thing they have, it's good."
 
"Two more," he said, bringing her to the kitchen. They took the two shots, the liquid feeling like acid burning down Blake's throat. He stuck out his tongue, hating the taste so much. The outcome though was great. He felt warm inside, and he just wanted to move, move, move.
 
"Alright, alright, we can go." Isabelle moaned and huffed, clearly beyond her limits. She clutched to his arm tightly and followed him out to his car, where a sober student seemed to be waiting for them.
 
Like in a cab, they got in the truck and Blake told the student where his house was. This ride seemed shorter than the first one and next thing Blake knew, him and Isabelle were standing in the driveway and the student was gone. He laughed to himself, leading Isabelle into the house.


"I'm so glad you agreed to leave the party," he murmured, pushing her back against the wall and then stepping forward to stand close to the girl. "I find kissing at a party so... wrong," he explained, and of course wrong wasn't the word he wanted but his mind didn't want to provide a better word.
 
"You know, I've never been kissed before." Isabelle blushed. The alcohol had gone to her head, but she tried to stay serious and focused on Blake's face. It was so close she was finally able to discern small details she hadn't noticed the first time they met.


Embarrassed, as usual, she quickly grabbed for a strand of hair, and twirled it in her finger.


"Can you believe that? Nineteen years old, never had a first kiss." Isabelle mumbled, still playing with her hair. She put all the energy she could into standing up straight as she gazed into Blake's eyes.
 
Blake smiled slightly as she talked, his hands skimming Isabelle's hips gently. At the moment the words didn't mean a thing, they went in one ear and out the other. When she finally stopped talking, his smile grew and he took the hand she was twirling her hair with and pushed it against the wall too, their fingers interwoven.


Finally after all the waiting time, two days, which now seemed like a lot to Blake, and he'd got to kiss the girl. He leaned in, hovering an inch from her mouth for a second, looking straight into Isabelle's eyes. Then he really kissed her, nice and gentle.
 
Mouth inches from his, Isabelle couldn't breathe. He leaned in to kiss her, and when their lips touched, her heart all but soared from her chest. She gently squeezed her hand where their fingers were locked together.


His lips were soft and gentle against her own. This was a moment Isabelle had imagined since she was young, a girl's first kiss. Albeit, she hadn't imaged she would be drunk, but it was perfect in it's own way.


Isabelle took her free hand and placed in on Blake's cheek, then pulled her lips away. She smiled, and bit her lip, before quickly kissing his lips once more.
 
Blake squeezed her hand back,his thumb tracing small circles on her pale skin. He felt warm from head to two, whether it was because of the alcohol or the shared body heat he had no idea. It felt nice to be this close to someone, in fact he wanted to be closer. Without breaking the kiss, he took his hand back and in one swift motion, picked Isabelle up so her legs were on either side on Blake's hips. Now he kissed her with more urgency, never wanting to let her go.
 
Isabelle yelped as Blake picked her up, then laughed that she had responded at all. She never wanted him to put her down, if he could hold onto her forever, or for as long as she had, that would be fine.


She wrapped her arms around Blake's neck, and did the same with her legs at his waist. The only time she dared pull her lips from his was to get in a decent breath. Even as she kissed him, Isabelle was smiling.


I'm all yours.





She'd already said it twice today, and it still held true. If only they could have more time.
 
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