Warning: RWB spoilers ahead.
Some say the best love stories often take time.
Emery Chernychevsky has had a crush on Cameron Brooks since he can remember. Watching him date different girls all throughout high school was nothing if not pure torture...
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Blake's world revolves around making himself the cause of everyone's problems, which is a ridiculously understated claim if you look at it in a certain way. So, of course, it came as no surprise when he woke up this morning and decided that he was going to teach them a lesson.
Why?
Not everything has to have a reason.
But this one has: he is extremely bored.
Almost immediately after he sent Emery, Ian, and Allison outside to clean out his grandpa's hobby shed (a task that proved to be way easier than he'd anticipated), he decided to coax the rest of the people in his house out of their slumber shells. He was of course met with varying responses, each more daunting than the last.
"Good morning, Catey-Cate," he greeted as soon as Cate stepped out of her room. She meets Blake halfway between sleeptown and cheerville, dressed in a round-neck top and watermelon-patterned pajamas. "Rise and shine, woman. We got work to do."
Cate blinked, and she must be realizing her mistake of answering the door. "Rise and what?"
"D'you remember when you told me you missed doing chores?" Blake asked, leaning towards the doorframe.
Cate blinked once again, seemingly lost as it is. "None of those words has ever come out of my mouth, Blake."
"Well, it's cleaning day," Blake beamed, waving in the air a duster he pulled out of nowhere. "Task one, the basement."
Cate groaned, scratching the side of her neck before leaning helplessly on the doorframe. "I thought this was a vacation." And she tried—really tried—to work her charms and convince him to let her sleep in but to no avail. Blake had given her the duster, smiled, and then finally walked away.
Next on Blake's list was Bryce, who, after biting the urge to firefighter carry his best friend and drop him in the ocean, stomped outside, hair half-tousled, not bothering to ask why he was being made to go to the basement. Ian was nowhere to be found, and there was no use complaining the moment he answered the door, so he figured he can finish sleeping there.
Finally, Asher did what he does best, instructing Blake to take the shortest route to hell before begrudgingly dragging himself to the basement anyway.
As his friends like to say, Blake would never in his life take a hint if it punched him in the face. Jokes on them though, nagging works. Besides, it has been well-established by Blake that Blake is the glue that holds the group together. Sure, he might not always have the best of ideas, but he managed to get all his friends to clean his house without breaking a sweat, and no one can take that away from him.
Well, all but one. There was still one person left snoring inside somewhere, the last and probably the most difficult of them all. Not that it matters. Lucky for everyone, Blake came out of his mother's womb holding the flag of relentlessness.
