Hey guys!

So, sorry, this is shorter than usual and I know I made you wait a while again, but hey, what can I say, I’m always fracking busy! -_-

Anywho! I have this cute little goal going on, one upload per day for as long as I can pull it off. Yesterday was “Myosotis”, today’s “I Sold..” and tomorrow it’s probably going to be “Half Immortal..” if my plans don’t change. Not sure what next though! lol

Oh and I have a bunch of group therapies for you too that I will upload from day to day! Check them out, usually it’s mostly “I Sold..” characters in it.

Well, I hope you enjoy this… this story is slowly coming to an end. There aren’t ten chapters left. I know I know, it’s sad, don’t cry, but it’s going to be two years that I work on this… it has to end! ;P

So, again, enjoy! :P

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“I have issues,” Blake offered, his voice obviously worried, putting down on the floor, by the door, the FedEx box he had been holding in his hands.

“If by issues you mean stalker than yes I think that’s the correct explanation,” I looked back inside the box still in my hands. My ring was obviously the first thing that caught my attention, but there was also the torn small school type picture, with me on it when I was in sixth grade, and then an eraser that looked like one of mine when I was younger—I used to draw on them—and a little hair pin with a butterfly on it, but the butterfly had a missing wing—mine again. There was also a piece of paper with my name written on it, by me obviously, that I had done around the time I was still trying to find the right signature.

Basically everything in that little box had something to do with me, had belonged to me. And Blake had that, had kept that. “Why do you have all that stuff?” I whispered, almost in disbelief.

Blake ran his hands through his hair—he looked worried, and like he was feeling bad or something. “I…” he pinched the bridge of his noise, and then tried again. “I wanted to give it back to you,” he let out a loud breathe “well the ring at least, the rest I would have gotten rid of it or buried it somewhere…”

“That still doesn’t explain why you have all that old crap.”

Why, oh why would Blake Eaton keep things I had obviously thrown out, because that was probably the case for the picture—it was cut all wrong—the eraser—it was getting too small—the hair pin—it was broken—the piece of paper—why would I keep that? The ring was the only exception in the lot, the only thing I hadn’t thrown out. But even then, it wasn’t worth anything, it wasn’t like he wanted to steal it for drug money, and it’s not like he needed drug money! The guy was loaded!

“I’m glad to see you’re still as unobservant as you were,” he said, his eyes not exactly looking at me, a somewhat sad smile on his lips.

Oh yeah, that was the perfect moment to bring up to the table my many flaws! “Blake, seriously not the time to kid around.”

Still not looking at me, Blake walked towards me, all the way up to his library, taking each step that separated it from the level where his bed was, slowly. “My first day of school here, when I was still eleven years old, there was this little girl in a green dress who inadvertently picked me and smiled at me… and after all these years she finally gave me a reason to smile too.” Now standing right in front of me, he took the torn picture out of the box, smiling at it.

My mind went completely blank. “What… what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I didn’t fall in love with you two months ago when we started to spend time together,” he placed the picture back in the box and lifted his eyes, to look straight into mine. “I’m saying I fell in love with you seven years ago, the first time I ever laid eyes on you.”

The way he looked at me, it was almost too much, the intensity… no one had ever looked at me the way he was. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. Should I look away, should I hold his gaze, what was I supposed to do?

And was he seriously saying what I thought he was saying? Was I imagining things right now? Because it was impossible, simply impossible that what I thought he was saying was true… And I was confusing my own self!

With his gaze never breaking away from mine, Blake lifted his hand, slowly trailing from my temple to my jaw with the tip of his fingers. I wanted to close my eyes and lean in his hand but didn’t. I didn’t want to stop looking at him. “It’s always been you Lexi, only you,” he whispered in the softest voice, as soft as his touch. It made goose bumps on my arms and it gave me shivers in the back.

But it certainly didn’t help to clear my mind. “I don’t… how?”

I was sure I must have looked helpless. I felt helpless.

He was telling me that he had only ever loved me? How was that… how was that even possible!? Not even three months ago I thought his name was Drake!

Blake’s hand was still cupping the top of my neck, his thumb lightly brushing the corner of my jaw while he whispered fast, but still softly. “I was way too shy and you loved Alex and then you dated him and he pretty much said you two had done it and it broke my heart and at that point I just gave up and that’s why I dated Kendal even though I was in love with you, that’s why I went with all those girls even though the only one I see when I close my eyes is you. I thought I could never have you.”

I could feel the tears threatening to go up in my eyes. I felt bad, so bad for Blake, but happy, oh so happy at the same time. Stupid contradiction!

“I love you Lexi. I never loved anyone but you.”

When he said that, the tears definitely build up in my eyes. Luckily Blake was taller than me so I had to look up, so that helped in the whole, not crying like a bitch thing. And he had just told me he loved me, with the actual three words said one after the other and my name in it to confirm he was really talking about me and I wasn’t just interpreting that his “I love you” to his car was for me or something.

Blake loved me. And he had for a while…

Seriously, that was beyond my understanding. I could not understand it. I was plain old boring Lexi with lack of boobs, unobserving skills, over reacting tendencies, and over thinking problems. But despise that Blake Eaton actually freaking loved me. There must be a god, there had to be a god, or some entity out there that had the power to conjure miracles, because that was definitely one of them.

“All those things in the box,” Blake closed his hand around mine, around the box “I kept them because it was the only things that linked me to you. The ring was crossing a line though and I would have given it back to you…” he opened the box in our hands, taking it out, took the box, placed it on the table and then pressed the ring in my palm. “When I took it, you had left the library without it, you forgot it behind the computer. I carried it in my pockets for days, I thought it could be a way to start a conversation with you,” he chuckled at the thought, “to have you actually realize my existence for once but I was too chicken to even go up to you.”

I bit my lips to stop the crying and looked down at the ring, my ring, my plain old ring that simply looked like a band of silver, since the tiny orange rock was incrusted in it and it was barely noticeable. “But I never expected anything like this…” I slipped my index finger in it, about down to the middle of it. It was tight against it, and it felt oddly wrong there “and you were so arrogant, how was I supposed to know?”

I looked up at him. I shouldn’t have said that but I felt bad, oh so bad for never having realized what his truth feelings were. Even when it was hard to believe, when I could actually seem them pour out of his eyes. I could see the love he felt for me yet it was hard to believe. So how could I have guessed he loved me before?

Blake brushed the tear that had escaped my eye with his thumb and half smiled. “You weren’t, it’s my fault.”

I shook my head, still biting my lip. “I honestly can’t believe it…”

“Do you…” Blake dropped his arms beside him. Without his touch I felt suddenly cold, almost naked “do you want me to leave you alone for a bit so you can sort things out in your head…” he smirked, just a little bit, “and over think.”

“No!” I automatically grabbed his hand. “No, no, you’re not going anywhere.” Looking down at our hands, I gave him a sheepish grin. I just didn’t want him to go anywhere, or think I wasn’t completely ecstatic over the news that he had loved me for so long because I was, I really was! “I’m not mad at you or anything… I’m shocked right now, in a good way. Few minutes ago I was overly confused and a little worried about your mental health, but right now I’m just shocked. And happy, very very happy. And I don’t need time, I just need you.”

Blake gave me a full smirk then. “Cheesy.”

I laughed and realized that the tears had pretty much all escaped from my eyes. How pathetic? Anyway, it didn’t matter, Blake loved me. “I know right? I should stop hanging out with you so much.” I squeezed his hand tighter.

Blake wrapped his arms around my waist, still holding on to my hand and bended his head a bit, touching the tip of his nose to mine, barely brushing his lips against mine. “That would be wise.”

For a few seconds we just stood like that, with our breathing as the only sound. It was maddening because all I wanted was just to kiss the crap outta him but at the same time I didn’t want to move. I felt weird, very weird.

And then one of Blake’s hands left my waist and wrapped at the back of my head, pressing my lips to his.

My hands quickly wrapped around his neck, my fingers curling around his hair. Our lips moved quickly, urgently together. Each time I kissed Blake was as maddening as the first. There was no getting used to his soft warm lips that fitted perfectly against mine.

I wanted him close, closer and closer, I wanted to just wrapped myself around him, which was weird, I mean I understood the basis, I wasn’t stupid, but still it was a weird feeling, yet a really strong one, one I didn’t find necessary to fight and obviously Blake was heading in the same direction because his hand that was still on my waist went to my butt lifting me up, while I wrapped my legs around him. It was ridiculous how easy that seemed to be for him, like I was weightless or something. I liked it a lot.

And I liked the height. I wasn’t standing on my toes anymore, I was at his level, sort of, and completely pressed against him. It felt nice, way too nice.

His fingers dug in my thighs, almost painfully, but I didn’t mind not one bit, I just wanted him to hold me tighter and closer as close as we could be.

Though with his palms against my bare legs, I kind of realized that I was basically just wearing his boxers and his shirt, and my panties and that was it. How easy could all that go off? Should I be worried or happy? I wasn’t exactly sure where I stood on that matter…

We kept kissing, tongue added to the process, and Blake was slowly walking down the stairs and back to his bed.

Again, I wasn’t complaining, I had actually this strong need to just lie down, but again, there was the whole “Should I be worried or happy” thing crossing my mind.

Suddenly Blake broke our kiss and laughed.

“What,” I automatically asked self conscious, and very breathless.

“You’re so over thinking this,” he smiled, way too widely and then pressed me on the bed—I hadn’t realized we were already there.

“Oh shut up,” I groaned and grabbed him by the shirt, to bring his lips back against mine.

Even though he was on top of me, I didn’t mind the weight. That was odd. I didn’t mind the thigh grabbing, which he was still doing, running his hand up and down and I didn’t mind having over six feet tall of muscly Blake crushing me. Was that wrong? Or normal?

“Stop worrying,” Blake’s lips left mine and trailed kisses along my neck, his hand not at my thigh slipping under my shirt to stroke my stomach. “I just really want to kiss you a lot right now, and that will be enough.”

I laughed a little and brought his lips back to mine. “I love you Blake.”

“I’m never going to get tired of hearing you say this.”

He kissed me again, but unluckily with the moving thing and changing position thing I got a tiny wave of nausea, left over from last night, but still not a warm fuzzy feeling. I wasn’t perfectly over my hangover, which really really sucked…

Blake obviously realized it because he stopped kissing me, and just brushed his fingers through my hair, playing with the curls again.

I took deep breathes, wanting to feel better right away, and to kiss Blake again.

I hadn’t puked yet, I had salvaged all my clothes and I wanted to keep things that way.

Hmm, wait…

“Blake, just wondering… where exactly are my clothes?” I trailed my fingers delicately over his lips. I liked his lips, a lot.

He frowned down at me, looking at my still clothed body but then understanding dawn on his features and then kissed the tip of my fingers. “Hanging in my closet.”

I brushed my fingers in the hair behind his ears. “Will you let me have a drawer here if I give you one at my place?”

He didn’t answer right away, obviously he had other plans, which included lifting my shirt—technically his shirt—up just enough to kiss my stomach, and then answered against it. “You can have an entire side of my closet if you want it.”

With my legs still wrapped around him, I forced him to come back up and grabbed him by the back of the head pressing our lips together. Nausea was gone, good fracking thing! “You want me to move in or something?” I smiled. I liked that thought, a lot.

“Let’s get out of High School first… and of our parent’s house,” Blake laughed and then grabbed my leg, lifting it higher beside him.

“So! What’s in the box?” Josh cheerfully asked, making me gasp in surprise.

“Once, just once, I would love for us to be able to just stop kissing because we decided to, not because we’re freaking interrupted,” Blake groaned against my lips, not looking back towards the door, where Josh had just popped in.

I chuckled, grazing his bottom lip between my teeth.

“Oh my gawd, you guys!” Josh almost yelled, in a really high pitch voice. “You didn’t have to put on my present right away!”

This time Blake looked his way, though he didn’t move off of me. “Josh, get out, now!”

“Please,” I’m sure he rolled his eyes there, but I couldn’t clearly see with Blake still very on top of me “you two aren’t having sex, I know you enough.”

This time it was for me to ask. “Josh, please, get out?”

I mean Josh was entertaining and all but I didn’t want him around for the moment, I just wanted Blake. Just Blake.

“When you say it like that….” Josh sighed. “No thanks, I think I’ll pass,” and he loudly shut the door behind him. “So! What was in the box?”

“Food from my grandma, she always sends me some for my birthday, now get out, and don’t you dare touching that box.” Blake went to kiss me again.

“I’ll do what I want, you’ll just have to stop me if you disagree, Nancy boy,” at that point Blake gave up because he lifted himself off, to lay beside me instead of on me “whoa wait, any of you naked or indecently aroused? Cause I’m the only one awesome enough to pull off being naked without making it awkward.”

Blake grabbed one of his pillows and threw it his way, and then grabbed me around the waist, pulling me to his side. “Speaking of which, you put your naked ass on my couch and you’re dead.”

“Floor?”

“Dead”

“Toilet seat?”

“Not on the cover.”

“Damn!”

Against Blake chest, I asked, “he’s not leaving?”

Blake sighed heavily. “He’s not leaving…”

And then we both said “damn,” at the same time and laughed.