Alright so if I get anyone complaining about the lenght I'm hunting you down! This is freaking long!

I had all sorts of witty things to say but my hands are getting too slow for my thought process and I have to sleep..

Oh one thing, I got hungry writing this.. lol

And the fortune cookies are all actually true ones, and they were both paired like that, like I had one and my friend the other one, for both! Talk about fitting! :P

Oh and the song.. I just thought it was soooo fitting ;P

Okay, so ya..

Oh and go on this website if you're bored after!

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Major laugh right there!! Thanks to my stupid friend who gave it to me! I send it to È and she's addicted now! LOL

So anyway, read, enjoy, vote and comment! :D

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"So, you missed me Pumpkin?" Blake asked, his nice smile getting back into one of his oh so familiar smirk and put the books back on the floor.

I rolled my eyes at him, as always "Yes I missed you so much Blake, I can't go on without you for more than ten minutes" I said sarcastically but for a second questioned myself.

Wasn't that sort of the truth lately?

God I was pathetic...

Really REALLY pathetic... and I should just stop it! It was just stupid!

"See how easy it was to admit Pumpkin!" he chuckled and walked towards me.

I rolled my eyes again.

"So? What are we working on first?" I asked him.

"Well, you could read my paper, so we'll be done with that and then we can finish the play and work on math after."

"Alright" I agreed and followed him to his computer. He closed the music and opened the file with his work on WWII.

"Enjoy!" he laughed, letting me sit on the chair before going back to his library.

"Josh convinced you to be more careful with your books?" I asked him, smiling a little.

"Ya... he threatened to bring Miss Puss in if I didn't and I do not enjoy cat's hair all over my things!" Blake snorted.

I laughed a little, hit by the innuendo right there, but then shook my head frowning.

Wow. Blake is getting into a bad influence...

I shook my head again, slightly, and focused my gaze back on the file in front of me, read it, getting a little pissed by it actually.

He freaking knew how to write too!

Why the hell had he even asked for my help? He sure as hell didn't need it!!

That paper was like... awesomeness...

Why'd he have to freaking master everything?!

"What? Is it that bad?" Blake asked, and I turned my head to see him frowning.

"No, the exact contrary actually... Blake? Did you lie? You know with the whole "I need your help at school" thing?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"Because I mean, you kick ass at writing, and I don't think you have any problem with reading either, and now History is all good, and you wouldn't have needed me for that anyway..." I started to trail.

"Need I remind you math? And freaking Chemistry and Physic too... I honestly never thought I'd say something like that but I could quite frankly kill the bastard that discovered friction and acceleration and all made up those stupid rules with the freaking "x" and "y"! I'm not going to send a freaking elephant on Saturn so I obviously don't need to know how the gravity on it is going to affect it!!" Blake started to rant, making me laugh "What?"

"No need to go all Christian Bale on me" I laughed and then got up from the computer chair. "So are we finishing that play so we can get to the good stuff you know the lovely world of mathematics!"

"I'm not even going to make a reply on that one, that's how much I hate it!" Blake scowled a little and went to pick up something in his bag, the script.

I laughed again and walked with him to the second floor, letting myself fall on the recliner while he sat on the couch, as usual.

"So how do we do this? I mean there's like other characters now right?" I asked, as I flipped the pages, seeing other names than Dona Sol and Hernani.

That was a good thing right? That meant there wouldn't be any lovey-owey-goey things?

Ya I really shouldn't make assumptions... look where it got me last time...

"I can be Dona Josefa again, and you can be annoying Don Carlos!" Blake snorted, folding the sheets.

"Okay, but I'm not doing a dude deep voice" I chuckled lightly.

"No need, Don Carlos is a wuss, he doesn't have a deep voice, for all I know he doesn't even have balls!"

"A little obsessive with balls, aren't we Blakey-Boy" I smirked at him.

"Just read the damn line" Blake said, rolling his eyes.

"Are you through with your life's story? Do you think that it's comfortable in there?" I read for his sake, Don Carlos' line.

"Okay before I go on, do I really need to put my hand on my sword?" he said, referring to the note before his line "I mean we're going to be in front of the class, it could be awkward right?" Blake said evilly and I slapped his arm for that

"Now, you just read your damn line and stop turning everything into sexual innuendos!"

"Please, you love it!" Blake smirked.

"Read!" I ordered him, pointing to his text.

"Fine!" he rolled his eyes at me, and then lowered them to his text "Who is this man?"

"Heavens! Help!" I read, Dona Sol's line now.

"Quiet, Dona Sol! You might open some jealous eyes. When I am close, call for no one's help but mine. What are you doing here?" Blake continued, Hernani's line this time.

"It is quite apparent that I am not on my Sunday stroll." I read, trying to change my voice a little, even though I had say I wouldn't but things would just get confusing "You know, that Don Carlos is funny" I smirked a little at Blake, looking away from my script.

"Take that back or get out of my room" Blake said, his voice solemn.

Was he serious?

"You mean that?" I laughed a little.

"Hell yeah I mean it! Take it back woman. We do not like Don Carlos in this household, you get that?"

Still laughing I answered "I just said he was funny!"

"I don't care, I don't enjoy his character and if you want to spend time with the awesome piece of meat I am, you're going to have to take it back and apologize!"

"Well looks like I'm leaving then!" I told him with a big grin and got up.

"Oh you go ahead, but you walk through that door young lady and you'll have to run around the school halls naked!!" Blake threatened.

Oh hell no!!

"This so does not imply here!"

"Like hell it does!!" Blake smirked at me.

"I hate you" I mumbled and sat back on the recliner "Sorry, Don Carlos is an ass. Happy now?"

"Very!" Blake said, still smirking arrogantly, not looking like he was going to go on with the play, but just thoroughly enjoy the fact that I had apologized which was kind of pushing it a lot wasn't it?

I'm sure I could have argued longer... maybe win even...

But I guess I was starting to give in to him, way too easily...

Way to go Lexi!

"Just read your damn line!" I told him, rolling my eyes.

Blake chuckled and then read "Who laughs after such an insult, may not live to laugh again"

"To each their time. Let us be frank, sir. You love madam and her dark eyes. Your own reflect in hers every night. That is all very well. I love madam also. I needed to know who it was I saw at her window every night while I waited at the door." I read, Don Carlos word.

"You see why he's an ass? Trying to get in between those two! Ass, I'm telling you!" Blake smirked.

"Just read Blake..." I sighed.

Blake still smirking went on "For honor's sake, you may exit by my usual entrance, sir!"

"We shall see. I now offer my love to madam. Better yet, let's share. I see enough love for the two of us." I read but Blake cut me before I could go on.

"You heard that? Sharing? Now if THAT doesn't convince you! Sharing! Tss! I mean please! If he really loved you he wouldn't want to share!"

"Blake it's just a play" I sighed again.

"But I do have a point now don't I?"

I shook my head slightly at his stubbornness, smiling just a little, not answering and went on "So tonight, I came in by surprise, hid myself, and listened, trying to keep quiet in that hole. I only managed to suffocate myself. Oh, and I wrinkled my vest, dear me... so I came out."

"Awww see! He came out of the closet, poor smuck!" Blake snorted.

"Blake!! Script!!" I whined.

Blake grin was huge as he read Hernani's next line "My sword is as uncomfortable as you were. It dearly wants out."

"As you please, sir." I answered as Don Carlos

"Now do I really need to draw my sword?" Blake said evilly, referring to the note before his line.

"Yes Blake, you do, you have to go up in front of the whole damn class drop your pants and just show it to the entire world!" I answered rolling my eyes.

"I was really referring to a sword, but I like the way you're thinking Pumpkin!" Blake started to laugh hysterically.

Oh freaking unbelievable!!

I hit him with my script "You're an idiot Blake!! You know that?"

But he just kept laughing and then read his line, raising his arm in the air like he had a sword "En garde!"

I read Dona Sol line "Hernani!" and then Don Carlos' "Calm yourself, madame"

"Tell me your name." Blake read.

"Your name, sir!" I continued.

"My name is for another who will one day hear it as he feels my dagger searching out his heart in his breast." Blake said.

"What is his name, then?" I read, still as Don Carlos.

"What does it matter now? En garde! Defend yourself!" Blake read, a little louder, getting a little too much into the character and making me laugh. "Oh and FYI no way in hell am I crossing swords with Don Carlos or anyone for that matter!" he added, referring to the note.

"Oh please Blake, enough already!" I sighed, leaning my head back, after slapping his arm.

Blake just laughed.

Ignoring it, I read the next line, Dona Sol this time "My God! Someone's knocking!"

"Who's knocking?" Blake read as Hernani and then used a high pitch voice and said Dona Josefa's part "Madam! It's the Duke!"

I chuckled a little before reading Dona Sol's line "The Duke! All is lost! Oh my!"

"Oh! The unknown one decided to fight! What a scene! What a scandal!" Blake hissed, using the high pitch voice again, holding his hand to his heart, making me fully laugh this time.

What an idiot... a really sexy idiot...

"What can we do?" Blake continued, Hernani's part. "Oh and I'll do the voice" he added "Dona Sol! Dona Sol! Open up! Alright now Hernani again... Don't open it."

"This is getting into a confusing monologue!" I laughed.

"I know" Blake chuckled.

"St-Jacques save us!" he said, the high pitch voice and then normally as Hernani "Let's hide"

"In the cupboard?" I finally said, Don Carlos speaking.

"Get in. We shall survive." Blake read.

"Are you sure it's not too large for the both of us?" I said as Don Carlos.

Blake shook his head, probably keeping a comment about how Don Carlos was an ass and then went on with Hernani's line "Let's go this way"

And now, Don Carlos turn, "Good night, then. I shall remain here."

"Your blood shall pay for this, sir. What if I barricade the door?" Blake said.

"Open the door"

"What is he saying?" Blake answered.

"Let him in. I tell you!" I answered Don Carlos last line and then read Dona Sol's last one "This is surely the end!"

"And CUT!!" Blake yelled, making the motion with his hand, before leaning back in the couch "Finally done! I don't like it when Don Carlos' there, he's such a party pooper!"

I rolled my eyes at him, "Stop whining" I said, pushing his shoulder and settle back in the recliner too "So who's at the door anyway?"

"Your uncle, you know the one you'll marry!" Blake laughed, a smirk on his lips

I ignored that "You know what... I think I actually like that play, aside from your comments that is... how does it end? Does it have a nice ending?"

Blake looked at me, straight in the eyes and I felt self-conscious for a few seconds.

"Yes... there's a nice ending..." he answered me, silently.

Okay... what was that supposed to mean...?

But as always, before I could say anything, Blake stopped me.

"So, math?" he frowned, obviously displeased about having to do that.

"Ya math" I chuckled.

"Isn't there anything else we could do?" he asked me, a huge smirk appearing on his face, his eyebrow wiggling suggestively.

"Aren't you getting tired of this?" I sighed.

"Nope never!"

Stupid Blake and all his stupid sexual references! But I mean, in a way he wouldn't be the Blake I knew if he didn't make them...

Would I want him to stop making any if I could change him?

Oddly the answer was no. I didn't want to change anything in Blake... well maybe the history of bimbos trailing behind him... but other than that, I wouldn't change anything... This was Blake. My friend. Yes he was my friend, and it was a nice feeling to think that. Did I want more? Maybe. But I didn't want to put in line the friendship, because the friendship was nice. Really really nice. And I wouldn't trade it for nothing.

"So, math!" I said, and got up to get my books from my bag.

"Why don't you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it while you're at it!" Blake groaned.

"Oh you big crying baby! Stop whining!" I laughed, and took my book out. "Math!!"

"I hate math..."

"I know, you mentioned!"

"Hey! Weren't we supposed to find something to give Vanessa a reason to come back in town?" Blake suddenly asked.

Damn! That's right! I always forgot... I tend to loose brain capacity around him I think...

"You sneaky bastard, trying to get out of doing your math homework!" I laughed.

"Hey, a guy's gotta work with what he has!"

"True... anyway, what did you have in mind?"

"Well, at the end of the month, they're supposed to have like classes for like the talent show... I know the principal asked for my dad... so maybe we could ask him to refer Vanessa too... and I mean, I'm sure if my dad calls her school won't mind her leaving..." Blake trailed.

"Well, that sounds good..." I agreed.

"We should go ask dad though... he could be home..." Blake said, and got up from his couch.

"Like right now?" I frowned.

"Yes, right now! Anything to not do math" he smirked a little and walk right by me, close enough that I could smell his nice nice smell...

Why did he smell so good? To top it all off, he had to freaking smell good! Honestly! Why did he freaking need to have everything for him? Wouldn't it be nice to be a little flawed... that way I wouldn't be so damn attracted to him! Because yes I was, of course I was! It didn't mean anything though! It was all an hormone thing...

Well at least that's what I was sticking to!

"Don't just stand there, Pumpkin! Come on!" Blake pressed.

I rolled my eyes at him but still followed him down the stairs.

Blake walked quickly, knowing his surroundings, and exactly where he was heading. He opened a door, calling for his dad, but closed it right away.

"Not there" he just told me and walked to another door.

Dang this house was huge...

Blake stopped in front of a normal looking kind of door and then walked in "Mom, where's dad?" he said, leaving me at the entry, frozen.

When I looked in the room I saw what I thought I'd saw.

It was Blake's mom study.

Sophia Everingham's study.

Where dozen of mind-blowing books must have been written in. That was freaking sacred ground!!

I just stayed there, unable to walk in.

"He's out, went to the conservatory I think, something to do with a mix up with music sheets... I can't remember, you're father just sounded annoyed when he explained... why?" I could hear Blake's mom answer.

I peeked a little in the room, and saw her sitting behind a desk, computer open, wearing glasses, and Blake standing in front.

"I had to ask him something about the talent show at the end of the month, at our school... you know when he's coming back?" Blake asked her.

"Shouldn't be too long now... he didn't sound too eager to go in the first place, don't think he'll stay longer than necessary" she told him and then looked my way, smiling.

I smiled back.

"Alright, thanks mom, oh and kill that damn wuss, now will you!" he said to her, before walking away, and I could see her shaking her head very lightly, but she was still smiling our way.

Blake closed the door behind him, and stopped in front of me.

"We'll wait downstairs for him... that way we'll catch him right away when he comes back..." Blake trailed and then his eyes wandered in the direction to where his room was "I'll go get our bags, you can head for the living room." he said and started to walk away.

"And I'm supposed to know where that is?" I asked behind him, but he was already running to his room.

Idiot!

I looked around, sighing heavily and then decided that the living room had to be downstairs... I mean, was it the huge room at the entry, the one that looked like it came out of Buckingham Palace?

I decided that it must be it and headed that direction.

But before I could even get to the room, Blake was already back.

"You running freak" I snorted, as he handed me my bag.

Blake just chuckled.

And then we walked in the room, and I didn't know if I should be in awe or just annoyed.

This was ridiculous, really! There was like three sets of chairs, one beside each fire place, there where two on both side of the room, and then the other one in front of the great window. The ceiling were super high, there were wooden beams everywhere on it, and a huge wooden chandelier hanging from it. Over the two fire place there were paintings, painting even taller than me, and it was moment like this I just wanted to scowl and say life was unfair.

Life was unfair!

"Your face right now... priceless!" Blake smirked and went to sit by the set of couches in front of the window, those ones were dark blue.

"Just wait! Just wait Blakey-Boy, we'll do math and you'll be taking these words back!" I threatened and sat down.

"Oh really?" Blake laughed, opening his book "Alright... if you say so... Pooky" Blake smirked evilly and I hit him with my own math book.

"How many times do I have to say this! Do. Not. Call me. POOKY!!" I told him and hit him with the book on the arm again.

Blake laughed and threw his book on me, which landed on my lap "I'll call you however I want to! Pooky! My cute but mute teddy bear!!" he laughed even more.

"Oh you litte prick!!" I scowled and threw the book back at Blake but then the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!!!" Blake yelled, still laughing and got up from his seat.

Trying to get away from the argument, weren't we?

I got up too, don't know why, curiosity, or maybe I just didn't want to stay alone in the big living room, scared that some precious vase would telepathically fall on the ground to put the blame on me.

But then, when Blake looked through the window on the side, he cursed and back away.