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So before you read on I have a few things to say. First thanks to all my fans! We reached the 1500 y'all!!! YAYYY!! :DDDD

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I have brain farts like that... I'm random today! lol

Oh and ya, another thing. So, for those of you who are feeling like this story is going nowhere... well ya... sorry about that... but honestly I have a lot of things planned... I mean all the story until the end is planned in my head right now. But the thing is, when I started to write this story, what I wanted to do was build up a relationship. A strong relationship. And that's what I'm doing. I'm trying to build a strong believable relationship with jokes and sad things in between. So don't wait for a grand "everyone is a vampire/teen spy/mafia gangster/prince/serial killer". I'm trying to make this believable. And entertain you all by doing so. I mean, you gotta admit, if I had them kissed that time before Josh interrupted, things wouldn't be as fun right? You hate the wait, but you like it at the same time! Come on! Admit it! ;P

Okay, so I'm going to let you read on... and sorry again for the long wait, but I'm honestly swamped. I mean I wish I could tell you guys I've just been sprawled in my bed doing nothing but I honestly haven't. I am a busy busy girl! ;P

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"Eleven... plus my English teacher"

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"Well then, care to enlighten me Blakey-Boy?" I asked, looking at him with my eyebrows raised.

Was everything a rumour?

Could that even be possible?

No it couldn't.

"Well... what do you want to know?" Blake chuckled.

Why DID I want to know? I mean, it was a weird situation here. Did I want to know about what he really did with all those girls?

No I didn't.

But did I want to know what he DIDN'T do with all those girls?

That, I did.

Okay, I was confusing my own self right now and I had the weird cotton wool feeling in my ears again and this time it wasn't from the painkillers but from the alcohol. I guess the whole being weak from being sick yesterday made it a little easier to get me tipsy.

And I was starting to feel like skipping around the lawn and doing cartwheels.

Ya I was a definitely getting tipsy...

"I don't know... did you really lock a girl in the furnace room because you wanted her to stay put until you came back with another girl?" I asked shrugging.

Blake burst laughing.

But the pathetic thing was that this was really a rumour.

"So?" I asked, because he was just too busy laughing and wasn't answering.

"No definitely not!" he chuckled, shaking his head, his palm over his mouth to try to stop the laughing.

"Alright how about that girl the guys said you had ditched with only her under wears on in a dirt road?"

"Okay, that one was partially true, I did ditch her in a dirt road with only her under wear on but it's because she had hid in the back of my car, you know back cliché teen movie type of thing? Waiting for me... Ya I didn't find it that funny at the time... so I kinda dumped her the second I saw her, and well... we were kind of in a dirt road..."

"That's mean!" I chuckled because well... yes it was mean but I enjoyed that outcome much more than anything else...

Ya... I really had serious problems...

"Please, if had been you, you would have literally kicked the guy out and took picture of him to post them everywhere and destroy his reputation!" Blake snorted.

I punched his shoulder "Hey! Are you implying I'm a bitch here?"

Blake hit his shoulder on mine playfully, laughing a little "No, I'm just implying it's better not to mess with you"

I smiled faintly.

"So... are you like saying that everything about you isn't true? You don't misuse the seminars on a daily bases?" I frowned.

"Well I guess not "everything" but most of it, ya. And no I don't misuse the seminars on a daily base!" Blake laughed.

"So what? You just bring Stacey in there" I just blurred like that and then regretted it...

I sounded jealous when I said that. I almost sounded mad...

I shouldn't sound mad or jealous. I should just be laughing. And I shouldn't enjoy it that much, that most of the things were rumours.

But I was mad. And I was enjoying it... more then enjoying it!

"Well... Stacey was a mistake, one I won't do again..." Blake frowned too.

I don't know, but it didn't sound like enough. I wanted him to say he had been studying in the seminar with Stacey, he had punched her in the face, played card, anything that wouldn't imply him having sexy physical contacts...

I wanted him to say he hadn't done anything with her.

But he had and... and I was jealous...

"But I just don't get it!" I started to speak, my voice a little edgy "Why do you let people spread rumours like that? Why do you let everyone believe so firmly that you're a jerk?!"

I mean, WHY?

Blake was silent for a little while, the only sound coming from the house again, and people shouting things, laughing, having fun. People that felt miles away right now. I didn't even care about the fact that the air had gotten pretty chilly and that my grey sweater was too light to protect me fully. I didn't even raise my eyes to the shining stars that lighted the night sky in all their glory. We probably couldn't even see them clearly here, with the street lights and the fire behind and the house lights...

"Because people don't miss jerks..." Blake trailed his voice low.

What the...?

"What do you mean? Are you planning on leaving or something?" I snorted a little, though I was much more on the verge of panicking than laughing.

"I... No I'm not planning on leaving right now, but I mean after school... we'll all go our separate ways and no one will remember the jerk. Well they might remember but they won't miss." he explained, his voice getting closer to its normal tone with every added words.

I unstressed a bit.

"Come on Blake! That's not a good reason enough! You should tell the truth, you know truth is a good thing!"

"Not always, it isn't..." Blake whispered.

What did he mean? Why was he feeling this way? I mean if we had been talking about his brother I would have understood the sad tone... but right now... Why did he sound sad? What was it about truth that made him sad?

For one second my mind went "Oh shit, he's hiding he's gay like Alex!"

No, no, no! That wasn't, that couldn't...

Oh god!

"Blake, please tell me you're not gay!" I gasped and then slapped my forehead, like really hit it with my palm.

Wow, way to go Lexi!

Well at least that seemed to make Blake laugh...REALLY laugh.

"Oh don't worry Pumpkin! Trust me, I'm not" he laughed a bit more, looking at me, shaking his head, before raising his eyes to the sky, still laughing.

Well, he was less gloomy.

But there was still a little sadness there...

"Come on! Get up!" I ordered Blake, as I did, getting up from the little porch swing chair.

"What? Are you planning on taking advantage of me or something?" Blake chuckled, standing on his feet too.

Yes...

"No!" I smiled widely and then took his hand in mine and dragged him towards the street.

"Lexi" Blake asked, dragging the "i", his voice sounding a little worried "What are we doing?"

"We're going to go play "Ring-Run"" I told him, walking away from the house and to the sidewalk.

"What?" Blake burst laughing.

"Mrs. Pumpernickel lives close from here. I want to play Ring-Run. And you Mister are coming with me!" I told him and grabbed his vest, dragging him with me.

Blake stopped moving, making me stop too "We don't have fire... or dog poop for that matter!"

"We'll make do without it" I nodded to myself

"So what? We'll just ring and run?" he snorted.

I frowned a little "Ya.... but we'll ring A LOT!"

Blake burst laughing "Are you drunk!?"

"Please! I'm not drunk! I'm perfectly in control of my actions! Look!" I beamed and then started to do an arabesque in the middle of the sidewalk.

Okay, yes, tipsy... whatever.

And then I don't know why, maybe because my mind had set all the stupid worries away and was just enjoying the fact I was with Blake right now. Maybe I was just thoroughly happy to be here and getting a little stupid, but I started to spin on my leg and then began to sing "Doo dloo doo doo doo... I'm SINGIN' in the rain! Just singing in the rain!" full Gene Kelly mood on, while Blake kept laughed at me and I ran towards a street light determined to nail my little show here!

"It's not even raining Pumpkin!" Blake laughed more.

"Well thank you Mister Party Pooper!" I said rolling my eyes but then went on loudly, with big hands move "What a glorious feeling and I'm happy again!"

Blake shook his head, a full smile spreading on his lips.

"I'm laughing at clouds, so dark up above." I kept singing and then I had reached a street light and went all Gene Kelly, making a big hand move, an imaginary hat in my hands, turning around it.

Blake then continued singing with me, making a fake serious voice "The sun's in my heart and I'm ready to love"

Ya... hadn't thought about that part...

Was he going to think I started singing this because I'm "ready to love"?

I should definitely stop analysing everything...

As I thought about that, I lost my balance and my grip on the street light and stumbled a little, though I managed to not fall miserably on my ass.

"Ya! Definitely drunk..." Blake laughed, smiling mischievously.

"SO NOT!" I objected and punched his shoulder.

"Are too!" Blake smirked and pushed my shoulder, running away from me, but not too fast so I caught up with him.

We were getting closer to Mrs Pumpernickel's house by then, since she was only like a few blocks away.

"So... how do you want to do this Pumpkin?" Blake smirked.

I frowned, tapping my chin with my forefinger "Why does this sound like an innuendo?"

"Because you're spending too much time with me" Blake explained laughing.

No, not too much... actually never enough...

"Anyway, I mean, the name explains it all. We ring... and we run."

"I expected you to be more creative!" Blake laughed and then we had reached our destination, which was on the other side of the street. The big white house, with the white fences and the perfectly cut green grass and the garden gnomes and everything about it screaming "Boring old person living here!"

"I'm in a spur of the moment thing here, work with me dude!" I shushed him and looked around.

Okay so ya... the street was kinda open and we would be easily spotted, like two people running away laughing wouldn't be inconspicuous.

Would Mrs. Pumpernickel be the kind to get out of her house and run after us? With a shot gun like Principal Strickland in "Back to the Future"?

Probably...

She had the freaky face that would fit with that...

Though, on this side of the street there was like a tiny "can't barely be consider as a beginning of forest" thingy between two houses. It wasn't that dense but considering the old prick degenerating age, and vision, she probably wouldn't spot us in the dark.

Right?

Well my tipsy mind was completely agreeing with me.

"We ring, we run back here to the threes and we hide alright?"

Blake chuckled "And tell me, when did it become Ring-Run-Hide?"

"It's always been "hide", try to keep up dude!" I rolled my eyes and then looked back straight at the house.

Why was I doing this again?

Oh ya right, I was stupid!

I think Blake was sorta thinking the same thing, but he looked like he was actually enjoying himself so I didn't ask him if he agreed on this whole thing.

Had he even agreed yet?

I didn't think he had...

Oh well!

We crossed the street, sprinting, and then sorta crouched. Why? I don't know, I mean it's not like we were really being inconspicuous here!

We finally walked up the porch and stood in front of the door, but we both stood there like morons.

"There's no bell..."

Blake closed his eyes, shaking his head "There's no bell..."

"Wow..."

But before I could turn around, Blake started to knock on the door loudly and hard.

"MRS PUMPERNIPPLE!" Blake started to shout.

Oh crap.

"Blake!" I hissed, grabbing his sleeve, trying to drag him away from here as fast as we freaking could.

Yes I was chickening out!

This just felt like a REALLY bad idea now that I thought about it.

"Please, she's not even waking up yet" Blake told me and then banged on the door again with his fist clenched "MRS PUMPERNICKEL! OPEN THE DOOR!" he kept screaming, trying to make his voice high pitch.

Idiot, idiot, idiot!

Crap, crap, crap, CRAP!

"Blake, okay I had a bad idea! Now come on!!" I hissed again, trying to tug him away, but he wouldn't bend.

And he kept knocking and seemed to find a lot of amusement in this.

But then, I didn't have to convince him because there was definite sound inside the house, like close incoming sound.

"Oh shit! Run!" Blake ordered me laughing and then we were both running away, and towards the threes.

Bad idea, bad idea, bad idea!!

We duck behind the threes just in time to see the door burst open with the house front lights, illuminating Mrs. Pumpernickel's figure.

"Does she have a shot gun in her hands?" I almost gasped.

"I think it's a baseball bat" Blake whispered, crouching beside me.

The grass around us was kinda damp and making my already freezing hands colder. I was shivering with the cold, but there was no way in hell I was moving from this spot, not with the scary lady there... if she could be consider as a lady.

Why had I done this again?

Oh ya, stupid...

"She looks scary..." Blake trailed.

"One, shut up. Two, she IS scary. Three, shut up!" I hissed and smacked his arm.

Blake smirked in the dark "Look at you all worried" and then he laughed a soundless laugh "Would have been a hell of a lot funnier if we had thrown eggs at her screen door in the summer. Have you ever done that? Funny as hell!"

I rolled my eyes "Wow, keep up with the good influence!"

"Hey! You're the one who wanted to play Ring-Run! You're the bad person in this"

"Well, YOU knocked like a maniac!"

"She's leaving, come on! Run!"

Okay, maybe too much running for Tipsy-Lexi for the night.

Though, ya I was having fun... but it was always funnier to argue with Blake... that idiot!

We waited for a few seconds, and then, still in a sort of crouched position ran out of the woods and into the streets. And then Blake sprinted away

"Hey!!!" I screamed after him, and automatically covered my mouth with both hands but then just shrugged it off and tried to catch up with him, though I wasn't at my fastest.

Big meany, abandoning me behind!

But once we were far away enough from the house, Blake turned around, making my job pretty easy though I hadn't planned on him to turn so fast so I bumped into his arms.

"You should see yourself Pumpkin, you were all but wobbling to get to me! Drunky-Lexi!" he laughed.

Annoying prick

Sexy sexy annoying prick...

And then, too fast for me to even notice it he was swigging me in his arms, bridal style.

OH CRAP!

"Put me DOWN!" I hissed, pushing his chest and kicking the air with my feet but I don't think I was putting that much effort into having him do that.

"Oh so that's what I get for being a gentleman!?" Blake still laughed.

Mister Knocking-on-the-door-like-a-maniac, a gentleman? Ya RIGHT!

"Please you aren't being a gentleman, you're being an ass!" I snorted as he set me back on my feet, beside the glass wall of a bus stop. At first I thought it was so I could lean against it, because well he had been implying that I couldn't stand straight on my feet, but then my brain made the connection one second later and then, my back was pressing against it and Blake was leaning over me, both hands on each side of my face, closer than appropriate etiquette distance.

Oh crap... crap crap crap...

"So, I'm being an ass?" Blake asked, his face bending to me level, his voice almost low, his eyes looking at me... oh god... I didn't like the way he was looking at me.

Okay that was a lie. I liked the way he looked at me, liked it A LOT... it just scared me. Why the hell was he looking at me like this? Would he look at me like this again? Was this a one time thing?

Oh god, was I a one time thing? Was this what ALL this was about? So I could be a new one time thing rumour of his he could plaster everywhere?

I couldn't be a one time thing right?

After everything he had done I couldn't be a one time thing?!

And what was with the constant changing of moods? He was just so hard to keep up. One minute playing Ring-Run, the other... oh crap...

Blake was still standing a few inches from my face, inches that felt like too far away but too close at the same time. Why was everything so confusing with him?

I was freaking out!

What the hell was going on now?

Air, air, I NEEDED air...

Oh dang how the hell am I supposed to breath again?

Inspire, expire... no no that's like rotten food the last one right...

Oh crap. I'm choking.

But I realized that I wanted to kiss him right now. I REALLY wanted to...

Fuck breathing!!

I slowly closed my eyes cutting access to his own, his grey eyes that I could barely see in the dark anyway.

I was going to kiss him...

"GUYS!" someone yelled and I all but shrieked in surprise, my eyes bulging open.

Blake backed away from me, almost jumping, and then he had the same expression, the one he always had, like he had just realized what he had been about to do and was freaking out, and I wanted to punch him for that! When would he STOP making that face!?

I was freaking out again!

I had almost KISSED him!

AGAIN!

Oh god...

Inhale, exhale. Ya that was it!

"There you are! We've been looking everywhere" Mark said, to me actually.

"What's wrong?" I asked, walking away from the bus stop, and Blake.

"Alex's... well trashed and asking for you and ya... he's NOT a funny drunk..." Mark explained

Oh crap...

"Let's go!" I said, walking fast beside him.

Okay, honestly I loved Alex but he was getting on my nerves now!

Blake walked with us, in silence, like he was thinking intently about something and I wanted to punch him for that.

Why? I mean why would I want to punch him? For not kissing me? For not making the right face? The truth was I wanted to punch myself actually...

When we got back to Tiffany's house, Alex's was on the front lawn, sitting crossed legged.