The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

She retrieved the pan and set it on the stove, preheating it before searching for pancake mix. She reached up top again, reaching on her toes. Her shirt lifted up and revealed her lower back. Feeling the sudden breeze she panicked and reached back to pull it down.


"S-sorry, I should put some pants on." Isabelle stuttered, her face was beet red. She tried to scurry off, hands placed on the sides of her head. She felt incredibly naked.
 
"Ah, ah, ah," he said quickly, reaching out to grab the back of her/his shirt so he could pull her back. "You can put your pants on," he murmured, running his hand through Isabelle's hair, tilting her head back. "But I kinda like the view," he finished, leaning forward to rest his forehead on her's.
 
"B-but, I..." Isabelle's face turned more red with every second she stood there. She wrapped her hands around Blake before responding, "I suppose it can wait then. I mean, you like it, so."


Isabelle was always so awkward, but she couldn't look down this time with her head pressed to his, so she leaned a bit closer and stood up on her toes to gently kiss his cheek.
 
Blake smiled when she kissed his cheek. It felt so nice to be close to someone, he hadn't realized how much he missed human contact.


"No, you can change if you want. Or I can get you a bigger shirt. I just like your legs." He wrapped his legs around Isabelle's as well as he could, planning on holding her as close as possible before she left to change.
 
"I just, this," She shrugged her arms that were wrapped around Blake. "I'm not used to this."


Isabelle hugged him tight before slowly rocking the two from side to side. Having so much human contact felt amazing, it was an experience she'd never had. It wasn't as if she were popular before, especially not with boys.


"I never thought human contact felt this nice."
 
"Yeah," he agreed, nuzzling the area under her ear with his nose. "It does feel pretty good, doesn't it?" He smiled, shifting his head so he could plant a small kiss on her neck. "But we're both hungry and the pancakes aren't going to make themselves."
 
"Ah, I see how it is." Isabelle joked. "I'll be cooking then."


She planted another kiss on his cheek and rummaged for the mix once more, this time ignoring the breeze she felt on her back every time she stepped up on her toes. She mixed it with the proper ingredients, eggs and oil, for the quick mix. The pan was plenty hot by the time she got around to pouring small circles on it's surface.


"Thanks, Blake." She smiled.
 
Blake furrowed his brow, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "You're welcome? What are you thanking me for?" So far he hadn't done anything overly great that he thought deserved a thank you. Unless it had to do with him not running away even though she was going to die in a month. That was probably thanks worthy.
 
Isabelle shrugged, smiling, "You didn't run away. That's a start. You're honest at the very least. Most people tell me they'll pray for me, it's a little silly."


She flipped a pile of four pancakes onto a plate and turned to hand it to Blake. She offered all of them to him, "Here, start without me, maybe it'll help to have food in your stomach. I don't know how to deal with a hangover."
 
Blake's eyes got wide when he looked at the plate. "Four pancakes? Holy jeez, okay some guys eat a lot but I am not one of them. He grabbed another plate and pushed two pancakes onto it, handing it back to Isabelle.


"To get right of a hangover you need to drink lots of water, take a Tylenol, close the blinds and if you can, sleep some more. Eating helps a bit with the neusea, but sometimes it also makes it worse."
 
"Well, I wasn't sure how many you wanted." Isabelle mumbled, flipping the current batch to cook. "I'm still going to let these cook, I didn't make a full batch, but, go eat. I'll be done in a minute. I'll even go take a Tylenol."


She focused on cooking, eyeing up the plate of food next to her. As if responding to her stare, her stomach growled again.
 
"Isabelle, the rest of the pancakes can wait, the batter won't go bad in the time it takes you to eat," he told her, hopping down from his perch so he could rummage through the fridge for butter and syrup.
 
"Alright," Isabelle agreed, then followed Blake after he'd gone for the butter and syrup. She took the same place she had at their dinner the night before, sitting on the chair cross legged, as she liked to do at home.


"So, I know it's only Saturday and all, but I don't want to stay past my welcome or anything." Isabelle started, wondering how long he would let her stay, "But if you need to do something, just let me know, okay?"


((I'm just going with Saturday here))
 
For the second time that day Blake furrowed his brows. He sat down and prepared his pancakes before saying anything, "I don't know what you think is going on here, but just to clear some stuff up... you can stay for as long as you want, the longer the better." He gave her a tiny smile while he cut up his first pancake.
 
"Oh, I." Isabelle perked up and smiled, "Really? I just thought I was here for the party, I wasn't sure if I was being a bother or not."


The telltale sign she was embarrassed was the fact she started to play with her hair again. This was better than expected. Isabelle had thought she was going to be forced to leave after all was said and done, but he didn't want her to leave.
 
Blake shook his head while he ate his pancake. After swallowing he reassured her, "No, I wouldn't do that, it's rude. You're not bothering me at all."


He gave her one last smile before continueing on his pancake. His head still hurt but he could at least handle the light. So far he hadn't felt like throwing up which was a great relief, how embarrassing would it be to throw up in front of Isabelle?
 
"Alright, well, that's great." Isabelle was grinning again, ear to ear. One pancake was all it took to make her feel sick, however. She excused herself and went into the bathroom. She washed her face again, and took one Tylenol as Blake suggested - twice. It was hard not to vomit.


After taking a glance in the mirror after hear head had calmed down, it was a miracle Blake had any attraction for Isabelle. Her eyes had bags under them, and her cheeks were stained a permanent rose. The thing that bothered Isabelle was her hair, she braided it to keep it from being any more of a mess. When she felt better, she went back to the kitchen and filled a cup with water, chugging the whole glass.
 
Blake was finished his first pancake by the time she got back and from where he sat in the dining room he could hear her pouring herself a glass of water and drinking it. "Good girl, that'll help," he praised, smiling wide.


((I ahve to go to bed, sorry))
 
"I just feel really sick," Isabelle rubbed her head like she had in the morning. Now that she thought about it, the alcohol wasn't the best idea. She rationalized how much fun it was to make it worth the while for the pain in her head.


"Sorry, I'll try not to pass out or anything." Isabelle closed her eyes where she stood and placed the glass on the counter.


((No worries, I'm behind you in time, it's only 9 here))
 
Blake didn't smile while she talked, he felt like it was his fault she was hungover. As though her normal headache wasn't enough now she was feeling even worse.


"Hey Isabelle," he started, biting on his lip. "Did you tell your aunt that you'd be staying over?"
 
As she filled her cup with water again, she froze. She had completely forgotten.


"Crap." She cursed under her breath and then hurried into Blake's room. Her phone was in her pants pocket. She dialed home and pushed herself against the edge of the bed, sitting on the floor.


"Isabelle Marie!" Her aunt scolded her the moment she picked up. "Where have you been?"


"Sorry, I forgot to call. I'm sorry."


Isabelle rested her head against the foot of the bed as her aunt scolded her, responding when needed.
 
Blake frowned at her reaction. He hopped her aunt wouldn't be too mad, especially not with him. After he finished his second pancake he pushed his chair away from the table and went to the kitchen to put the plate in the sink. The dishes from last night were still there but he decided to put them off until Isabelle left.
 
Eventually, Isabelle was able to hang up. She tossed her phone to where her clothes sat in a pile and sighed.


I was worried about you Isabelle, dear! You have to be more careful.





Her aunt was right, but, she didn't care. Last night was amazing, and she wouldn't trade the experience for another night of sitting at home, alone.


Isabelle paced back to the kitchen, and saw Blake mulling over a pile of dishes in the sink. "So, my aunt is a little mad, but, it's alright. I should probably go, though. I don't want her to worry any more than she needs to." It wasn't as if she wanted to leave, however she didn't want to be a bother to anyone either.
 
Blake turned around, still frowning. "Well," he said, leaning back on the counter. "You can leave if you want. Do you want me to drive you back?" He asked. Truthfully he didn't really want to drive her back, his head hurt too much, but of course he wouldn't tell her that.
 
"That's okay, I can walk. It's not very far, really." She gave a small smile.


Isabelle turned to head once more into Blake's room, starting to life his shirt over her head along the way. She quickly got dressed and came back to the kitchen to say goodbye before she headed out.


"Let's do something, soon, okay?" Isabelle grinned, her hands were locked together in front of her. "I'll get going now."
 
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