The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Blake walked her to the door, grabbing her coat from where it hung in the foyer closet. "Yeah, make sure to call me or something whenever you're free."


He didn't really want her to leave, she hadn't even finished her breakfast yet. And he didn't know when they would see each other again.
 
"I will, I promise." Isabelle took her coat from Blake and put it on, then slipped her shoes on. She walked up to Blake and put both of her hands on either side of his face before leaning in to plant a kiss on his lips.


She turned towards the door, and placed her hand on the knob. With her other hand she waved and smiled. "I'll see you around, Blake." Just like that, she was gone.
 
As soon as the door closed Blake sighed, his hand lifting to gently touch his lips. He felt great inside, no regrets what so ever and he hated to see her go. Already it felt like his routine had changed, Saturday was usually his most important study day yet here he was, not having touched a book in nearly 12 hours.
 
Isabelle finally made it home, feeling worse than she had at Blake's. The sun was much too bright, and she hadn't thought about bringing her glasses with her yesterday. When she opened the door, an impatient Judith waited for her in the living room.


The small house the two lived in had a living area to the left, the dining room was on the right, with a kitchen in the back of the house. In the back, across from the kitchen, was a bathroom, and Judith's office. Most days, this is where she spent her time if she worked from home. The stairs broke up the two sides of the house, just offset to the right of the house up against the dining room. Upstairs there were two rooms on the left, a bathroom in the center, and one large master suite on the right.


"Hi Aunt Judy." Isabelle said nervously. "I'm back."


Judith couldn't stay mad at Isabelle, so she simply urged her towards the couch in the living room and found her a decent pillow to lay on. "You look horrible, dear." She noted. "I'll go get you something to drink."


Isabelle felt fine settled on the couch, but her first thought was to text Blake she'd made it home. She hadn't admitted to how horrible the pain in her head was after she'd woken up, it would have just worried Blake.


((Feel free to time skip))
 
Blake's head had stopped hurting a while ago but it started to throb again as soon as he smacked it off the coffee table when he fell off the couch. There was a light coming in from the window so he figured it was still Saturday, but when he checked his watch it said Sunday. He guessed that he had fallen asleep reading by the textbook on the floor beside him with crumpled pages.
 
April 19th:


Isabelle groaned as she rolled over on the couch. She'd only moved from the night before to eat and change into her pajamas. Judith sat on the edge of the couch near Isabelle's stomach, thermometer in hand. She tutted disapprovingly.


"Ninety-nine point 3, Isabelle, you should learn to control yourself if you're going to drink. Honestly." Judith sighed and rose from the couch, she headed into the kitchen and came back with a wet towel for Isabelle's forehead.


"I feel fine, really." Isabelle whined, she honestly did. Her headache from yesterday had dissipated into only a minor irritating bump. Judith still was upset. She went into her office to get some work done.


Isabelle rolled over again, this time reaching towards the small coffee table in front of her. She grabbed her phone and pulled up Blake's number.


Morning.


Feel any better?


She sent the text and held the phone against her chest.


((Sorry I didn't get back to you earlier, I was ceremoniously 'kidnapped' by my friend))
 
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Blake hadn't moved from his spot on the floor until his phone buzzed on the coffee table. He reached his hand up, feeling around blindly. His fingers brushed the cold plastic of his phone case and he pulled it closer, letting it fall of the table and onto his stomach.


He checked the text and replied, Smacked my head off the coffee table. Headache's back.
 
Isabelle's phone buzzed under her hand.


I'm sorry, I hope you feel better. : )


She sent the message and plopped her phone back on her chest. Honestly, she felt fine. For a few minutes, she listened for any sound indicating her aunt would come out of her office. Isabelle silently debated if she should sneak out to go for a walk.


She had a bucket list to finish after all.
 
Blake finally moved into a crumpled upright position.


Yeah, what about you? Aunt didn't bust you too hard right?





Blake was thankful to live on his own. His parents wouldn't mind him being out late and drinking anyways, after all he was an adult. Even so, this meant he didn't have to live up to his parents expectations or constantly worry about a roomate messing things up.
 
Once more, her phone buzzed.


Well, you could say that. I'm on house arrest today. Got a fever. Aunt isn't too mad.


Isabelle made up her mind and slowly got to her feet. As quietly as she could, she stepped upstairs and changed into jeans and a light blue shirt.


She hoped her aunt hadn't heard the door lock click into place as it shut behind her.
 
Blake hoisted himself up on the couchas he read the newest text, once again feeling like he was responsible for her feeling ill.


:( sorry 'bout that, babe. Hopefully it'll get better. My plan for today is... you guess it, studying.





He hit send and smiled softly, knowing that even if they weren't physically together he wouldn't be too lonely today since they were texting. Blake stood up and went to the office, running his fingers over all his textbooks. He wasn't really in a math mood today so he rummaged in another pile, finding an old high school science textbook, perfect for light reading to refresh the mind.
 
You get after it, so refined ;)





She hit send and then put the phone back in her coat pocket, she was a little cold today. Isabelle strolled through a small park a few blocks from her house. There was something she'd always wanted to do here.


A short distance ahead of her was an older woman sitting alone on a park bench. Isabelle walked up to the bench and sat herself next to the woman.


"Ah, little Izzy!" This woman was one of the many neighbors Isabelle had done odd jobs for since coming to stay at her aunt's. Her husband had recently died, and their only son was gone on a tour for the military. Isabelle considered her to be quite lonely. The old woman handed Isabelle a small pouch of bread crumbs. They fed some birds together for a while. It was a silly little thing Isabelle wanted to do with the woman, but, it was something she used to enjoy doing with her husband before he died.


Isabelle just wanted to make her feel better.
 
"Refined," he muttered with a chuckle, flipping through the book to find an interesting page before deciding that he would just start from the beginning.


Then he got curious. What are you studying at the college? He could read up about whatever subject it was and maybe help her out if she were having trouble with understanding anything.
 
The old woman dumped some crumbs into Isabelle's hand, and a large bird perched on her thumb to eat. The two of them laughed at the bird, and Isabelle passed her phone to the old woman so she could have a picture, then saw her newest text.


Well, I really wanted to go into the Nursing program, but, I don't know if I'll ever be smart enough to figure it all out. I like helping people.





Isabelle smiled, happy that Blake was taking time out of his studying to talk to her, even if it was through simple messages. She sent the picture of her with a bird in her hand to him and giggled at how weird it looked. She was noticeably pale, and her cheeks a rosy red from the fever, but she was smiling wide with her hand held out in front of her.


Look! I got one to sit in my hand.
 
Cutie, he texted back, smiling while he looked at the picture. You can still take the course. I'll help you. (It'll also give you an excuse to see me more ;) )





Blake sat back down on the couch, propping his legs up on the coffee table. He opened the text book to the first page and started reading. Already he could remember reading it a few years ago.
 
If I can, I'll sign up for the class in the Fall, at least the intro ones. It all depends. But I would love that!





It all depends on whether or not I make it that far, she kept the thought to herself. Isabelle thanked the old woman for a pleasant afternoon and walked back to her house, silently slipping inside, she made a point of stepping loudly on the stairs as she went up.


Isabelle wanted to spend more time with Blake, she would be overjoyed if he would help her study. She wasn't sure how much he knew on the topic, but two brains working on a problem were better than one.
 
"The fall," he found himself saying, setting his phone to the side. "Well that would totally work if you lived that long," he mumbled angrily, only realizing now how unfair it was that she was probably going to die. She was so innocent, she'd barely even started living, hell, she just had her first kiss a few nights ago!


What all is on your bucket list? The least Blake could do was make sure everything on that list was scratched off.
 
Isabelle was back on the couch at home.


Well, there's a lot of things. You have to promise you won't tease me : ( Some of them are really embarrassing. For instance, I really want to see the movie Titanic, and Jaws. I've never seen them. I want to learn to dance, the proper way.


There's just so much I want to do, you know? The one I really want to do though, I don't know, that one is going to be harder. I'm kind of embarrassed to admit it. It's silly.





There wasn't enough time. She knew, they both knew, she might not get to take those classes. All the books, movies, and places, everything Isabelle wanted to do had to be something easy. She didn't have the funds to go to Paris, nor the time to really enjoy it. She wasn't healthy enough to finish a marathon, something she'd wanted to try.


Time is all she needed.
 
We can take dancing lessons, wouldn't that be fun? What is it you really want to do?





Blake was a few pages into the textbook and it started to get boring so he decided to do the dishes which he had, for the first time in his life, procrastinated on.
 
Isabelle bit her lip, she didn't want Blake to make fun of her. She slowly typed out the message she wanted to send.


You'd take dancing lessons with me? Haha, salsa? Tango? Ballroom? There's so many choices.


I really want to see the ocean and see the sun rise. I've never been to the ocean before.


The nearest ocean was a good few days trip away, to the East. Isabelle couldn't afford the trip. If she asked Judith, she would probably give Isabelle the money, but she didn't dare ask.
 
Blake's hands were wet when she answered and he sighed, wondering why he hadn't thought this through. After staring at his hands for a few moment he wiped them off and picked up his phone.


Yes, I would definitely take lessons with you. I'll even pay for them. We should learn to swing, it would be more fun. And seeing the ocean isn't that difficult. Just road trip it.


And I don't wanna include myself all the time just in case you don't want me in your life constantly, but we can road trip together.
 
Swing sounds fun, but you don't have to pay, I can work up some money.


Blake, I like having you around, I want you to be here if you can. I mean, if you don't want to that's another thing, but I mean, we should go on a road trip.





She was flustered thinking about it. He could go anywhere with her, that would be just fine. If he didn't want to, that was a different story, but, Isabelle liked Blake. He seemed to care, and that mattered.
 
Blake visibly relaxed upon reading the text, and he quickly answered, Awesome, should I start planning that stuff now? He was going to add something about not having much time but decided against it. He was already in a questionable mood and he didn't think it would fare well with Isabelle.
 
I mean, if you have time, that really would be wonderful. I'm so happy, you're going to help.





Despite the fever and despite the headache that crept up in the back of Isabelle's head, her days were only getting better at this point. She held her phone closer to her chest and sighed happily. He didn't have to do anything for Isabelle. Blake could have simply not offered to invite her anywhere, decided to not talk to her, but he did.


She told herself to hold on to the moments as best as she could, they might not last.
 
Blake had set the phone aside so he could do the dishes and it had been a few minutes before his last text.


I'm glad to help. I like your company and I think it would be healthy for both of us to have a better social life.





Now Blake had nothing to do since the science book wasn't too interesting and he was becoming restless. He tried to think of something he hasn't done in a long time, and the only thing he could think of that could keep him occupied was work out.
 
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