The Last 30 Days [Inactive]

Very true, I'm kinda glad you spilled coffee on me now. That's not weird is it?





Isabelle sat up on the couch and wrapped a blanket around her, she felt cold again. She was a little hungry, and decided she would make herself some food, she rose, blanket still around her shoulders, and headed into the kitchen. It was odd, being back in her own kitchen, she took a step towards the cupboards and rummaged through it.


I just want to go now, she thought, finish my list, get it all done. I'm so close now.
 
Are you able to sneak out of your house? I need work out motivation, he texted, wondering if it were wise to go against her aunt again. A part of him didn't care, they'd get to see each other.


He figured he could get a few push ups in between texts so he headed to the living room, and dropped to all fours.
 
You want me to be your personal cheerleader? I'll see what I can do.





Isabelle wanted to be more direct this time. She knocked on the door to Judith's office before peeking in. "Hey aunt Judy, I'm going to study at my friend's, is that okay?"


"Feeling better?" Judith said, without glancing away from her computer screen.


"Yeah, I'll be back later, okay?" Isabelle started to close the door, and Judith interrupted her.


"I prefer this to you sneaking out, but really dear, if you feel sick, I want you to come home."


Isabelle skipped out her front door, a wide smile on her face. The wind was picking up a bit, and the sky was darker than before, but she figured the weather would be okay until she walked over.


I'm on my way. : )
 
Blake paused his push ups to read the text and he smiled, not bothering to answer. She'd be here soon and he was still in his pajamas from yesterday so he changed into a pair of black workout shorts and a muscle shirt.
 
Isabelle knocked on the door to Blake's apartment, she shouted teasingly at the door. "I'm here, supposed to cheer you on or something, but you must not be home, darn." She rocked on her heels as she waited for Blake to open the door, feeling it would be rude to just come inside.
 
Blake hurried to the door, and flung it open, grabbing Isabelle's hand and pulling her inside. "Hi," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I was thinking of a bit more than you just cheering. This will be fun for both of us, I promise."
 
"Hello! Huh? Okay, I wish I'd known, I would've brought something easier to work out in." Isabelle wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned. Her cheeks were still red, and her face was sheet white, but she honestly felt fine. She was ready for whatever Blake had in mind.


She kissed him on the cheek and looked away, "I get to see you every day, do I? I can live with that."
 
Blake returned the favour by kissing her cheek three times, then pulled back and frowned. "You're really hot, and I mean that physically and temperature wise. I don't think you'll be working out."
 
"I feel fine." She dismissed his worry. "However, thank you for the compliment, I try." She shrugged a little and giggled. "Now, seriously, what are we doing?"


Isabelle raised her eyebrows and grinned up at Blake, curious.
 
"Well, I was thinking I'd do like pushups and like sit ups and stuff and you could reward me with like kisses and stuff, I don't know," he said, kind of embarrassed. It was a lame idea, but it was cute and it would make them both happy.
 
"Alright," Isabelle laughed, she liked the idea, "It's cute, now get over there, get your work out in."


She ushered him back to working out and knelt on the floor by his feet. She put her hands on her knees and looked to Blake. "Every sit up..." She tapped her lips, "Right here."
 
Blake hadn't even kissed her yet today and he was dying to do so right now so he layed back with his hands behind his head and sat up and kissed her right where she had touched her lips. He stayed there for a second longer than normal, then pulled away.


Although being a nerd/refined he was still fairly in shape, which lots of girls liked. He could never work out in public since most of the girls just stared and it was very distracting.
 
"One," Isabelle smiled. She moved her hands to hold his feet so he wouldn't wiggle too much.


The second time he sat up, she cheated and leaned forward to meet his lips. She tried not to stare too much, but it was obvious Blake was attractive, physically. With all the time he spent studying and reading, Isabelle was more astounded by the fact there were enough hours in the day for him to work out, and then sleep.


"Two," She counted. "It counts."
 
He grinned and layed back down, this time when he came back up he pushed Isabelle back, so he was laying on her back and he was leaning over her, his legs on either side of her's. He leaned down and kissed her, deep this time, unlike all the other soft and sweet kisses they've shared.


"This is so distracting," he said, kissing her again.
 
"It was your idea." Isabelle said between breathes, she stared into Blake's eyes before leaning up to return a passionate kiss. She reached up to run a hand through his hair.


Her body felt hot, her face felt hot, every part of her felt full and warm. She attributed the heat to Blake on top of her, but most of it probably came from her feverish state. Either way, it didn't matter.
 
"And so far it's the best idea I've ever had," he said, kissing her again. Blake grabbed her hands and pulled them back into the previous position. "But did you know that kissing for a minute can burn two calories? In an hour you can burn 120."
 
"I had no idea." Isabelle shook her head slightly, "You're going to have to work a little harder if you want to meet that kind of quota." She laughed, and tapped her lips again.


"Come on, Blake, you were trying to work out, remember? Not fluster me." Isabelle giggled and tried to hide the fact that she was red. Every kiss made her heart flutter, every touch made her blush. "My face is always red around you."
 
"I like it when your face is red. The first time I met you you were so pale and white. This," he said, touching her red cheek with his fingertips," is much more healthy looking." He caressed her cheek some more, kissing her gently.


Blake really didn't want to work out any more, he just wanted to kiss her for as long as possible.
 
Isabelle placed a hand over his on her own cheek. She smiled, somewhat sadly, she was pale because she was ill. It wasn't as if she could help it. "You think so?" She asked. "I'm sure it's just because I've got a fever, that's all."


She moved his hand to her forehead and closed her eyes, sighing softly. Even though he'd been working and moving, his hand still felt cool against her skin.
 
Blake sighed as he felt her forehead, but shrugged. "It's still colour. Whether it's fever colour or not, it's better than lifeless skin," he whispered, pulling his hand back and standing up. He got an ice pack from the kitchen and sat back down, holding the icepack to her head. He laughed, thinking of how else they could chase the fever away, but he figured that a cold shower was out of the option.
 
"Hey, I'm still living, it's just pale." She pouted. "Maybe if it rains I can go outside, the weather is looking bad."


She pressed her hands against the ice pack to put more pressure on her forehead. It felt amazing against her hot skin. "Thanks, sorry I'm sick."
 
"It's not your fault that you're sick," he said, laying back down and doing some crunches. After 50 quick crunches he sat up all the way, and watched Isabelle, biting the inside of his cheek. She was so pretty, even sitting here with an icepack and casual clothes and messy hair.
 
Isabelle put the icepack on the floor and crawled over to Blake, before he could do any more crunches she kissed him tenderly, her hair draped over her shoulder and threatened to tickle his face. She pulled it back to prevent it. She bit her lip and then went in to kiss his forehead.


"Sorry, I stopped rewarding you, there's two." She smiled before she started to crawl back to where she'd left her icepack.
 
Blake grinned and flipped over onto his stomach so do some push ups. He wasn't sure how she could reward him while down push ups but he did then anyways, taking a break every 15.
 
While Isabelle watched Blake flip over she had to struggle to think of a way to wedge herself in to kiss him. Icepack in hand she stared at him for a long while, admiring the strength, she watched his muscles as he would move up then down.


Again she crawled his way, this time past his head. She laid back, her head was upside down to his, and waited for him to push up against the ground. As he started to go down, she placed her head on the ground under Blake's.


She grinned mischievously, "See, now you just have to come back down." She tapped her lips.
 
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