Blake can be closed off too, just like me. But he's closer to his emotions than I am. He may not be doing it on purpose, but he does wear his heart on his sleeve.
Wanting to know more about his past, I started asking questions.
"Hey, you never told me how your parents took the whole fiasco." Blake giggled silently, moved his eyes, and focus on his feet, as he recalled his parents' reaction to his fiancee cheating on him.
He let out a heavy sigh and started telling the story, "Of course, they were mad. Their reputation, name, and son were disgraced. They loved Bianca like their own. They were as hurt as I was."
"Well, you were sleeping with her. Your pain was definitely way deeper than theirs," I failed at making a snarky remark to lighten his mood.
"Yeah, well. I was way stupid than they were, that's for sure. In a way, my dad tried to blame me for not being able to keep her satisfied enough," he expressed.
I interjected and said, "Well, that's a big load of crap." With the past months of being with Blake, having him every now and then, I know for a fact, that he knows very well how to keep a woman satisfied.
He laughed but you could still see how hurt he was. "Bianca's parents and mine have grown closed. We've been together since senior year in high school. Well, you know how these things go," he waved off.
"I don't know Blake, I wasn't born rich and my mom never allowed boyfriends until after college. Why do you think I got totally screwed over by an ex so easily?" I said, trying to be funny yet again, but still failed.
"Your ex was a total ass. I'm not quite sure he was even human," it was his turn to make a snarky remark. At this point, we found ourselves leaning against the cemented railing, enjoying the view of the village as we spill our hearts out to each other.
I forced a laugh out, not wanting to discuss my ex but completely agreeing to what he said. I never met quite an evil man until Tony. Sometimes, I felt like I was put under a spell throughout the whole relationship. Thinking about what happened still makes me cringe. I still hate myself for being that dumb.
Blake must have sensed my shift in mood. "It's not our fault, Maddy. At least that's what I tell myself," he faked laughed. "I know I'm not less of a man because of what happened. It's not a man thing, it's a 'me' thing. I trusted my future and my life to a total stranger dressed in a pretty dress. How dumb was I not to know at all?"
I hate how I was able to feel his pain. It's not that I have super big feelings for him—or so I tell myself. It's more of me understanding him completely. We're two broken items still trying to figure out how to mend ourselves. We never had this deep conversation before. We usually just joke around when we find ourselves sulking in the pool of our emotions. But today, I felt like he needed this so I'll let him express whatever it is that he wants out of his chest.
I gave him a comfort side hug. I leaned over and rested my head on his should. We both let out a deep sigh. "I think, we were meant to get our hearts broken," I started. "We were probably monsters in our past life. I can see myself probably burning a few bodies," I joked just to make him feel better. I'm never great at comforting people, but with Blake snarky comments and intimacy seem to work.
He let out a silent giggle and said, "yeah, I can actually see it too." That earned him a soft push from me and we laughed but his laughter immediately faded. He let out a very deep sigh.
"I really hate being back here," he confessed. "But it seems unfair to my parents because they didn't do anything. It's my fault for bringing Bianca here, painting this whole house with so many memories. Mom and dad had to stop themselves from mentioning her name but they couldn't help it."
I now understood why Blake wanted me here. I'm like paracetamol to his headache or a bandage to a bleeding wound. It pains him to be here but he has to. I have to relieve him from this misery.
And so, I knew the solution.
Skin contact and physical gestures work best for Madison Waters and Blake Garette.
Finally feeling a bit risqué, with the help of the expensive beer and wine from downstairs, I gave Blake an idea.
“Hey, is there any chance that there’s a room here?” I turn my body towards him only to see him smirking, telling me that he caught on.
He grabbed my hand and dragged me to the other side of the rooftop where the green garden is. He opened the door, and we walked across a variety of pots and plants.
At the very end, there was a storage room. Inside, I can see gardening tools neatly placed on the cabinet. By the corner, there was a long table, and I heard Blake mutter with a very husky voice, “This will do.”
With that, he grabbed me by the butt and placed me on top of the table. I couldn’t stop but giggle, “And you said, I have a dirty mind.”
Blake didn’t say anything, he gave me his most famous smile, and took off his shirt. He crashed his lips on mine and I immediately reacted.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, grabbing his hair, as he made his way through the button of my pants, pulling the hem of my shirt. I could feel the heat of his body as he excellently maneuvers his lips around my neck, and his hand on my body.“Take me here, Blake,” I demanded.
“Oh, don’t worry. I plan to,” he replied.
At that moment nothing mattered. I couldn’t care less that about 50 people are downstairs probably wondering where we went.
Blake needed this. I wanted to help him forget. For a while now, I had this idea of wiping all the memories he had of her. He didn’t deserve to get hurt like that, and this is the only way I know how. I know it's not the ultimate solution but keeps us sane. Our setup keeps us from killing ourselves with misery and hurt. I somehow made it my life's mission to heal him because he's such a great guy and he deserves better.
Have me whenever Blake.
It has been two weeks since Blake’s barbeque party.I don’t know how to explain this but something changed that night. I’m not sure if it’s me, or Blaze.One thing is for a certain, Chelsea and Sheldon have started dating since that weekend.Blake's been at his parents' house since the party. We've been texting, which I find very weird as we don't usually text each other often.Mom's making me do all sorts of things in the house. - BYou're such a momma's boy - MAm not! - BThen why are you still there tho? - MJust admit that
I've been avoiding Blake for a week now.I can't explain why I'm feeling different towards him. I have a theory in mind but I still refuse to entertain such a thought. I can't let my feelings ruin what we have. I can't let feelings ruin me ever again.It's Saturday and I'm currently at a baking class. Blake has texted me five times today about my whereabouts. Not texting him back has been eating my conscience. Maybe he just needs some company after being at his parents' house for two weeks. Memories of him and his ex-girlfriend at that house must have affected him. He was asked to come back that morning after he came rushing to my apartment just because I no longer replied.This will explain his behavior lately. Giving in to my guilt, I finally texted him.I'm
We ended up having our order for take-out.Blake wanted us to hang out in his apartment instead. If there's one thing I know about Blake Garette is his need for physical contact when he's not feeling okay. He's very bothered about something. I strongly believe that it's because of Bianca.The ride to his apartment was silent. I didn't bother trying to lift up the mood. I just held his hand.Upon arriving at Blake's place, he immediately took off his leather jacket and crashed on the sofa. His loft looks like any other bachelor's pad. He's got this big black leather sofa, an enormous widescreen LED TV; he's really into watching live sports, and he has a short-distance staircase that takes you to his king-size bed.Of course, he also ha
I'm falling.— hard and fast.I can't and I won't ruin what I have with Blake.We're both broken, we both know it even though we've tried convincing each other that we're not. It's like telling your friend that she looks pretty in that dress, even if she doesn't.Mixing emotions into our situation would probably end up in a big mess. As of the moment, Blake Garette plays a big part in my life. He's my very good friend. I've learned to depend on him, and it's possible that the feeling is mutual.What will happen if I confess? Would he feel the same? My biggest fear is that he'd feel awkward about it and slowly drift away. He told me a few times before that he has stopped playing
Currently, I'm laying on Chelsea's bed.My eyes have been puffy from all the crying.It's been three days since I came back from New York. My one-week stay has been cut short after realizing what was happening to me. The morning after my endless vomiting, I called the front desk to buy a pregnancy test.I should have known this would happen. I should have known something like this will happen to me. Nothing is ever perfect for Madison Waters. Nothing ever goes to plan.I called Chelsea as soon as I saw the positive sign. I was bawling my eyes out and she ordered me to come home immediately. I went straight to her apartment when I flew back home. She just opened her arms and hugged me.
Blake decided he didn't want to talk to me.I must have hurt him so much. It's been more than a week and I think I can't wait for him anymore. I wanted to tell him before I go to the doctor and see how far along I am. I rub my stomach, trying to find comfort from my unborn child."It's okay, baby, we can get through this."I'm currently sitting on my sofa, craving beer. Instead, I'm sipping on some fresh juice that Chelsea got me. This will take so much of getting used to. I should just go to the doctor. I don't know why I'm putting so much emotion into this. To hell with him!I've been thinking too much about making this announcement a big deal! This is why I hate emotions! It makes people irrational. Feeling so hormonal, I took out
"You are about 4-6 weeks pregnant," the doctor says as she swivels around that thing they put cold gel on for the ultrasound."Wow," I heard Blake express. "When do we know if it's a boy or a girl?" He dumbly asked.I smacked the back of his head which earned an "ow" face from him. "What? I don't know this stuff," he defended.The doctor just laughed and said, "you two make a good couple. But to answer your question, first-time dad, it's far too early to tell the sex of the baby. I will have you booked for the next appointment.""Thanks, doc," I shyly smiled. "No worries. But this stage is very crucial to the mommy. That's why you, sir, should take extra good care of your wife," the doctor sermoned.
I'm sitting on the bed while Blake is busy trying to talk to our unborn child."Hey, kiddo. How are you doing inside? Just tell me if you don't like what your mom is eating, 'cause I will force her to eat fruit loops if you want 'em," he whispers, his hands rubbing my stomach like it's a magic 8 ball.I giggled at his childishness. "Blaze, what are you doing?" I asked."I heard it's good to talk to the child while they're inside," he explained."Well, not this early!" I slapped his arms."You never know, Maddy. It's some kind of telepathic stuff," he defended.He then proceeded to plant small kisses on my stomach. "I love you, kiddo