And so the frenzy continues! ;P

Alright guys, so here's the next one. So I wasn't sure about a few things in here... but I think it'll be alright... I'm sure you guys will enjoy it quite a lot.. I wrote this one for you guys. :P

So this one goes to all of you who'll read this and enjoy it! :P

Oh and to George Laraque who scored his first goal in the tricolor uniform. Congrats! *cough*about time*cough* (those who follow hockey might know what I'm talking about) lol

So ya... I just want to warn you guys right now that I'm going back to college on Monday (I got nine freaking hours of course right away.. -_- well at least the three last one are painting but still... that's harsh...) so the "one post a day" deal is going to be over soon.. I'm sorry! I know you guys crave your Lexi/Blake time! But I kinda paid for my classes so it would be a shame if I didn't go to them.. ;P But don't worry I'll try to post as much as I can... I'm kinda obesess with this story too... ;P

So anyway, read, enjoy, vote and comment!

Oh and the video there is "Kiss with a Fist" by Florence and the Machine and I just love this song and basically listen to it every time I write this story, because I think it's the perfect song to describe Blake and Lexi! ;P So listen to it! :P

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The first thing I thought when I woke up was "Shit I fell asleep," the second was "There's another one of those fucking ladybugs on my arm," because something was tickling my arm.

It wasn't rare for one of those stupid stinky insect to do that. Our house was always invaded by them when the weather started to cool. It freaked Vanessa every time she came. And I mean I know usually people are all "Oh ladybugs are so cuuuute!"

No people they are not.

They stink actually! If you touch them and "scare" them, they freaking piss on you some yellow thingy that honestly disgust me and freaking stink! There's not a lot of liquid, but they don't need that much to actually give the stench away. So it's disgusting. And I hate them! Especially when I'm like drawing and one of those stinking idiots walk on my paper and I have to carefully snatch it away quickly so it doesn't pee on my sheet.

I slowly opened my eyes, getting ready to give a good flick and hopefully kill the ladybug but instead I gasped in surprise.

Alright, why the hell does things like that keep happening lately?

"What the hell are you doing?" I asked Blake, who was standing by my bed a pen in his hand, my voice flat.

I think I'm getting use to his constant stalkiness... this is bad...

"I'm improving your arms," Blake answered smirking, and then I raised my hand and looked at my forearm.

It was covered with writing like "I heart Blake", "Blake my hero", "Blake rocks my world", "Blake #1 fan" or "Blake is my God".

"This is getting into a problem," I told him, scowling, while sitting up in my bed.

"Hey, it was that or something disgusting like peeing in your face; if I were you I'd be thankful. And I didn't even write anything in your face... or maybe I did..." Blake smirked.

That bastard!

Please tell me he didn't!! I thought as I got out of my bed in a rush and darted to my mirror.

"Good lord, Blake, NEVER scare me like that again," I breathed when I saw that my face was fine and un-inked.

"It's all your fault Pumpkin. You have only yourself to blame. I told you I'd pick you up at two, it's like fifteen past two now," Blake said, shaking his head. "You brought this on yourself," he smirked.

"You know what; I'm not even going to argue with you, there's no point," I answered shaking my head too.

"Aw, come on Pumpkin, don't be like that," Blake smirked.

"Whatever," I said, rolling my eyes and then picked up my skinny jeans and a baggy shirt off the floor and headed to my bathroom to change.

I just have to hurry and then we can get this over with and I can go back to sleep already.

"You read Tales of the Traveler?" Blake asked on the other side of the door.

"Ya, why?" I asked, skipping to get in my pants.

"That series suck," Blake laughed.

"What?" Oh that bastard! "That series rock! You have no right to judge something you don't know anything about," I yelled back, frowning and slipping my shirt on.

"Please, Sophia Everingham characters are all wusses! It's a common known fact! No need to read that crap to know," Blake snorted when I walked out of my bathroom.

I looked at him, and he had one of the books in his hand, standing in front of my small library.

"Alek is a freaking god and Kallie kicks ass," I told him scowling.

"Please," Blake laughed.

"I'm serious! And they are totally meant to be! This series, it's like the most heartbreaking and beautiful love story ever, with a lot of violence and spaceship battle and a girl lead character who can actually fight and kill everyone plus she has mad ninja skills and makes with those lightning thingy. It's perfect."

"Doesn't he want to torture her? Doesn't he burn her? Isn't she a nutcase? Can she feel anything?" Blake started to trail.

"Oh please! You don't know what you're talking about. Read the book, then I'll let you complain," I told him rolling my eyes and then took the book out of his hand, placing it back in my library. "Now let's just go," I said pushing his back to get out.

"So eager to be done with me?" Blake asked playfully.

"I wouldn't be Lexi if I wasn't," I snorted.

"Oh please, you like me, look at your arm," Blake smirked.

"Oh right... shit..." I frowned, looking down at my arm and all the stupid writing.

I started to rub it with my thumb but the ink was just spreading everywhere on it. I sighed heavily.

"Give me two seconds," I groaned and then rushed downstairs to the kitchen and washed it in the sink.

"Oww, you're making me sad now," Blake said, fake-pouting.

"You want me to cry a bit for you?" I answered, rolling my eyes.

"Ya that would be nice," he nodded but I just ignored him, dried myself and then walked to the front door, but stopped when I saw Ty in the living room again.

"He's the one who let you in again?" I asked Blake.

"Yope!"

"Ty, care to explain why the hell you like to torture me this much? Do you WANT me to throw your PS3 out the window?" I yelled to my little brother.

"No I just like annoying you and he seems to do the trick," Ty said, half smiling evilly.

"When I'll come back, you better hide, or be ready to get your ass majorly kicked," I told him, and got out the door, Blake laughing behind me.

"Alright, to the library," Blake said, in the same tone Batman uses to say "To the Bat mobile!" smirking.

Oh god... what did I get myself into? Why had I even agreed to help that idiot?

Vinyls! I'm doing this for an infinite collection of vinyls to pick from...

I just have to remember that. I'm going to get a nice reward if I survive this! I just have to keep that in mind.

But for one second I thought about the fact that vinyls weren't that good of a reason to endure an ass like him. Sure, I was obsessed with music, and vinyls, well there was just something about those. But Blake, Blake was REALLY annoying.

"Aww, come on Pumpkin, don't give me that face," Blake smirked more, walking around his Escalade.

"What face?" I rolled my eyes, waiting for him to unlock the doors already.

"Your "Blake is an ass and I'd like to see him dead in a gutter and then spit on his corpse and kick it a little while waiting for the crows to feed on his eye balls" face"

"Wow that was really specific."

"It's open!" Blake said getting into the car.

"Don't be a baby," I told him, while buckling my seat belt.

"You're being a baby," Blake smirked and started to drive.

"No, YOU'RE being a baby, and you have to go downtown so I suggest you turn left at the stop sign."

"Me the baby? Please, How am I the baby here? And if we're going downtown it's faster if I go straight."

"Oh you're the baby because you're all "Bouhou Lexi doesn't want to get in my pants and that never happens so it's kicking my ego in the crutch!" And you're an idiot cause if you go straight then you'll get all the street lights so you'll just be slowed down."

"Come on, I can get any girl I want, why would I make a scene cause one resists my charm? It just shows you're not normal. Oh and please, I sooo don't follow street lights."

"No you know what it shows? It shows that I don't fancy getting a genital disease. Oh and if you cross a red light I'm jumping out of the car so if you are ready to have a death on your conscience be my guest," I answered, actually impressed for keeping this confusing conversation up, crossing my arms over my chest waiting for his response.

"Fine, I won't cross any lights," Blake complied, rolling his eyes and then muttered, "Crying baby."

"Hey! I heard that," I said, slapping his arm.

Blake just laughed. "Don't hit the driver Pumpkin."

"Well if the driver wasn't a big meany I wouldn't hit him," I said rolling my eyes.

"I should lodge a complaint about your "beating me up all the time" habit," Blake smirked.

"You do that! And I'll sign you up at the "I ignore my inner pain by being a complete jerk all the time" anonyms."

"Are you admitting I have feelings? And problems?" Blake smirked wider.

"No. I'd just like to have you stand up in a group and say ""Hi, my name is Blake and I'm a jerk!"

"Hi Blake," Blake answered the way they'd do it at the AA's, smiling al little.

I shook my head a slightly, with a faint smile but then I frowned when my the corner of my eyes fell on a black bag, like a really big black bag, lying on the back seat of the car.

"What's in the bag? A dead body?" I asked Blake.

"No no. It's still well alive. It's my whore. I'm keeping her sedated that way I can wake her up and fuck her anytime I want," Blake answered smirking.

I rolled my eyes "You're a jackass."

"Well you ask stupid questions. Do you really want to know EVERYTHING about me?"

"No, not really," I admitted frowning.

"Then, there's no need to know what's in the bag."

"Awww come on," I whined.

"Pumpkin, please, try to focus here, you're suppose to tell me where I have to drive," Blake said, shaking his head.

"You're so trying to change the subject."

"Yes I am!" Blake smirked.

"You're boring. Next light turn right," I told him.

Few minutes and a lot of directions and more arguments later we finally reached the library and parked in front of it.

When I looked at my left I could see the law courts on the other side of the street, opposite to the library, and closed my eyes for one second, trying to push back all the memories of my mother, another mother, the happy one, the one that brought us here so many times, showing us rooms that we weren't allowed to go in laughing all the while, the one that tickled us to wake us up, the one baking pancake every morning for Ty, the one smiling when she saw my dad walk through the threshold, the one that raced us in the ocean, the one who showed me how to dove...

The mother I had grew up with.

The mother that I loved.

I shook my head, clearing it of all those memories.

"I can't believe I'm going to go in that library," Blake muttered, while getting out of the car.

"Ya must be a shocker going on your own will to a place filled with books and knowledge for another reason than to have a quickie," I snorted

"You know there's a reason why I don't come to this library," Blake said, his eyes narrowing, not looking at me but at the building while he opened the door, waiting for me to walk in first.

"Other than your lack of brain capacity?" I laughed a little, lowering the volume of my voice, while I walked in.

"OH GOODNESS GRACIOUS! Mister Eaton! It's so nice to have you here! How's your mother? Let me tell you that speak she made last night was simply beyond me. Oh I'm SO glad to see the son of a genius such as herself here," the old lady with glasses hanging from a chain around her neck, behind the desk at the entry, started to say before Blake could explain more fully, looking at him like he was a freaking apparition or a god or something.

All right... What the hell?

"I'll be sure to tell her. I'm sure she'll be very happy to hear such nice things coming from you," Blake said, with a small smile.

Wow, that was WEIRD.

"Oh you're too kind," the old lady said, and she honestly looked like Blake had just made her freaking day. "And who's the lovely lady with you?" she asked him, a knowing smile rising on her lips

Whoa whoa whoa! Nah ah! None of that!

Plus what the hell? I mean I came every Tuesday's during summer here! How can she recognize Blake and not know I've come here before?

"A friend of mine, she's helping me with my homework," Blake answered her politely.

"A little lady friend?" she asked, grinning like a freaking kid on Christmas.

"No no. None of that," I said, my voice a little higher than intended. "Blake let's just get your books already, okay?"

"Fine," Blake snorted, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

"I would have offered you help but I guess you know you're way around books," the old lady said.

Okay, seriously, what the hell?

"Yes, we'll be fine thanks," Blake smiled and then followed me towards the aisles.

"Okay, what the hell was that all about?" I asked Blake when we were surrounded by the books, walking towards the History section.

"I told you my mom was a writer, didn't I?" Blake whispered back.

"Ya, but you didn't tell me some old ladies almost worshipped her," I hissed.

Blake laughed a little.

"What can I say, those ladies get emotional over nothing," Blake smirked, his hand running over the back covers of the books while we walked.

"What did your mother write?" I asked him, my feet stopping without thinking about it, looking at him.

I tried again to think about a woman author named Eaton... I still couldn't think of anyone.

"A lot of things. The woman's got a lot of imagination. You should have heard the bed time stories me and my brother got before going to sleep," Blake said with a faint smile, his hand pulling a book squeezed between two, a little out, and then pushing it back.

"And let me guess? You complained because her characters were wuss?" I snorted.

"Something along those lines," Blake answered faintly, one of the corners of his mouth raising a little higher, his eyes looking at nothing, his mind obviously far from here.

"Alright, let's keep moving," I said, starting to walk again, to the objective.

When we reached the History section, it was obvious there was a lot of choice, like a lot, a lot...

"Okay, no way we're going to go blindly here... I'm going to go to the computers," I told him, waiting for him to come but he just stayed there, looking at the books in front of him, his eyes almost scanning.

"Alright go ahead, I'll wait here," Blake answered, absentmindedly.

Fine with me. I mean at least the old lady wouldn't go crazed fan on him again.

I walked back to the entry where the searching computer was, the old lady barely noticing me... ya sure I'M no one! Tsss! Ridiculous.

I went on the research engine, shaking my head slightly while doing so, and then looked for general books about WWII, basic things to begin with, and marked two codes on a little piece of papers, and then looked for books about certain countries' part in it, and about Hitler and other things in that line of thought.

With ten codes in my hand, I walked back to where I had left Blake.

My pace slowed when I saw him.

His back was leaning against the shelves, his legs a little forward, the posture of ease, a book in his hands. He looked pretty absorbed in it, one of his hands scratching the hair above his ear, frowning a little.

And then, there was a faint smile appearing on his lips for some reason, but it disappeared when he turned the page and his hand went back to scratch his hair again.

Damn he looked hot... like seriously hot... And that light grey shirt of his didn't help. It was long sleeved, with three buttons at in front, under the neck, and kinda tight, but not gay tight, just look at my nice bicep tight...

Alright, snap out of it Lexi.

I quicken my pace again, and reached him.

"What've you got here?" I asked him, startling him I think.

"Hmm? Oh nothing," Blake answered closing the book and putting it back on the shelf but I saw the name before he could do that.

"All My Love, Forever: Letters Home from a World War II Citizen Soldier"

I frowned at that.

What was Blake doing reading a book like that? Well reading a book in the first place?

But I didn't ask.

"Please tell me you know how to look for books with Dewey codes?" I asked him, handing him the piece of paper with the codes.

"I'm hurt that you think so little of me," Blake said smirking.

"Oww, I'm so sorry," I said, sarcastically.

Blake rolled his eyes but started to look for the books anyway.

I kept repeating the code I had remembered over and over again in my head, and finally found it, taking the big book out of the shelf, and quickly scanned threw it. It looked pretty decent.

I walked to Blake, who was in another aisle.

"Here, this one should do the job?" I said, handing him the book.

Blake took it, placing it under one of the books he had already found.

Wow, he was quick...

"Thanks," Blake answered and then I looked on the piece of paper and went to search for the next one.

We quickly found the books, except for one who wasn't at the spot it should have been, and I knew it hadn't been checked out, and wasn't on the carriage either, so we both looked around the shelves, to see if it wasn't at the wrong place or something.

I stopped in front of a shelf, looking carefully at every names, but then I could feel Blake behind me and turned to ask if he had got the book but instead found myself much closer to him than I had expected.

"Wh-"

I didn't finish my sentence because for one second my mind went completely blank, like a big "I have no freaking clue who I am, where I am and when I am".

My eyes just feel on Blake's face that had an expression between confusion and concentration, like he was trying to resolve a really hard math equation, slipping from his tousled slightly-almost-curly honey brown hair, that weren't short but not long either, and his grey eyes, that looked a little blue right now, and the skin on his cheek and chin that were shadowed by a hint of stubble and then finally on his lips, his slightly pink and perfect lips...

Again, I found myself thinking about how it would be to kiss them...

Before I knew it, Blake had taken a step closer.

And that's when my sanity came back.

"Hmm... I think that's the book we were looking for," I whispered, pointing behind Blake, truthfully seeing it now.

He frowned for a second, and then it looked like he was waking up from a dream, bad or good, I didn't know, he just looked surprise, and then he turned around towards where I had pointed.

God you're SO stupid Lexi.

Stupid, stupid, STUPID!

What had I been thinking for those brief two second?