Beyond The Know

Rocky Road Ice Cream

14:36, Alexa's phone read. They'd finished their entire presentation in under two hours, and Alexa smiled wearily as Blake closed his laptop screen. Alexa stretched her cramped arms and yawned loudly.
"Alexa?"
"Yeah?"
"I noticed when I opened the door, but...anyway-why have your eyes suddenly changed colour overnight?" She huffed and blew a stray strand of dark, golden hair out of her face; she'd been asked this question so many times this past week, she decided to just discard her stupid brown contacts from then on.
"I was wearing brown coloured contacts."
"I thought so."
"You...did?" Blake nodded as he looked into her dark, teal eyes. He could even see flecks of azure, so intricately sprinkled across her irises. He decided he liked them, they had a sort of familiarity. He had to tear his own eyes from hers; he'd start to blush otherwise. He'd already done enough of that during the day; his (extremely mortifying) mom, when Alexa had leaned over him to get her phone, or when she tried to type with him halfway through the project, and her fingers kept brushing his. He hoped to any and all the gods out there that she didn't realise how much he blushed; that would be the end of him. It wasn't even cute, it was just plain embarrassing.
"What music do you listen to?" She asked him.
"Err...Fall Out Boy?"
"Who?" He groaned in exasperation and got off the bed. He opened his balcony, and unplugged his phone from its charger from under the small table. She thought it was pretty risky to leave your phone out in the open, but Blake wasn't fazed at all. The headphones were already plugged in, and he scrolled through his Fall Out Boy discography on the iTunes app. He hopped back onto the bed and gave her the phone.
"Listen to them, I think you might like them." She was staring at him strangely, but she took the phone, placed the headphones over her head. She scrolled and clicked on a random song; it 'Where Is Your Boy Tonight?/Grand Theft Autumn'. Blake watched her reaction warily as she listened, but he could feel a smile forming on his face when she smiled and began to nod her head. She went through a whole bunch of songs, listening to a bit of everything.
"This is...brilliant!"
"Brilliant, yes," He mimicked her British accent, "I know how to play a few of their songs on guitar, but my mom won't let me get one yet." He scowled.
"So...how do you play?"
"I have lessons. But not my own guitar."
"Why not?" He sighed heavily.
"I have a choice of what to get for my birthday; driving lessons, or a guitar. I need to learn how to drive. I already know the basics, but...I need a license."
"When is your birthday?" She asked as she clicked on another song: Tiffany Blews.
"June 9th." Her heart almost skipped a beat.
"June...the ninth?" He nodded.
"Wow...same." He grinned at her in surprise, his dimples visible.
"Really? That's so odd," he stared at the ceiling, "I wanna get you a present."
"Well, then I'll have to get you one too." There was comfortable silence as she finished the song; she was really enjoying that day.
"Now can I get my TV out?" Blake mumbled from beside her; his head was resting on his headboard as he stared at the ceiling. She took her headphones off, and placed the phone on his bedside drawer.
"Mmm." She replied. He grabbed his remote, and the sleek TV began to slide out from the end of the bed a few moments later.
"What to watch...what to watch..." he muttered, and Alexa spotted the T-shirt he'd been wearing the other day on the floor, resting on a swivel sofa.
"How about those 'Harry Potter' films?" She asked, peeking up at him. A grin formed on his face as his eyes widened.
"Yes! HP marathon, yes." His dimples made him look extremely delighted. She laughed and took another bite of her Hershey's Cookies & Cream that sat in her lap; she was oddly excited to watch the movies.
"But we can only watch one, I think; they're so long." He murmured into his cushion; he was sitting crossed legged, cuddling a large fuchsia cushion. It turned out that his little sister had given it to him as a random present a while ago, and he'd kept it in his bed ever since. Blake hit play, and the film began. Throughout the next two hours, Blake commentated on the sections Alexa didn't understand. Surprisingly, everybody in the film had the same accent as her, so she guessed that they were British as well. Alexa also felt an odd connection with the main character; she knew what it felt like to discover a new section of the world, to feel as if you didn't fit in, as if you'd slip up and someone would catch you out. By end of the movie, she was extremely hungry. Her stomach rumbled in protest, and she glanced up at Blake in embarrassment.
"I'm sort of hungry." She mumbled.
"I'm freaking starving, let's go downstairs. My dad should be home in a bit; which means food." She laughed at his glowing expression at the thought of food and jumped off of his bed gracefully. Blake attempted to do the same, but his long legs tangled with the sheets, and he fell off the bed, landing with a thud.
"Oww..." he groaned into the carpet. Alexa went over to see if he was alright; he lay face down on the floor, arms spread out and legs tied to his sheets. She crouched beside him and pushed the jet-black hair back from his face.
"Are you OK?"
"No...I think I may be dying, Alexa. This carpet is harder than rocks- must've shattered every bone in my body." She stood up and nudged him with her foot, crossing her arms.
"Not funny." She said as he rolled over. A deep blush suddenly attacked his cheeks, and he frowned up at her.
"What?" She asked.
"I can see...up your dress. I love Hello Kitty too, if that helps?" She shrieked and jumped back, embarrassment clouding her thoughts.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. That's so embarrassing...you cannot tell anybody."
"Trust me, I won't." He kicked the sheets off his legs and stood up, brushing his trousers with his hands.
"Let's just eat, hmm?"
"Yeeaahhhh..." she replied as she walked out of the doorway. She jogged down the stairs behind him, incredibly embarrassed and famished. She could smell something being cooked, the scent marching purposefully into her nose.
"Your dad should be here in a bit...he's in traffic at the moment." Blake's mother murmured as she stirred some sort of sauce on the stove. From the ingredients lying around, and the smells, Alexa could tell that she was cooking some spaghetti bolognese.
"Okay...is there anything to eat?" He asked, opening cupboard doors rapidly.
"I'm making spag bol." His mother replied with a sigh.
"Is there anything to eat that takes less than ten seconds to make?" Alexa smiled to herself; that was her everyday attitude, right there. Blake opened the freezer and pulled out a huge tub of ice cream: Rocky Road. In no time, there were two bowls filled to the brim with the food, and he placed them on a table, sat down (cross-legged, as usual), and began to tuck in. She sat down opposite him and picked up her spoon, collecting a scoop of heaven from her bowl.
"So," Blake mum stretched out the 'O', and her tone was mischievous, "did you two really just do your presentation?"
"Well..." Blake mumbled.
"We watched a movie," Alexa finished the sentence, "but that's only because we finished everything."
"Oh, really? Hmmm." His mother replied with a devious smirk. Blake had his spoon in his mouth, and his cheeks tinted slightly. Well, a lot.
"Mom!" He groaned as she laughed at her son's unease. Alexa laughed with her, and Blake gave her an almost betrayed pout. He looked more like a lost puppy, she thought, which made her laugh more.
Izzie ran into the room and sat on a chair beside her brother; her hair had lost their bunches, and were now in neat plaits down her back. Her face was clean, and she wore cute Barbie pyjamas.
"I want ice cream!" She almost yelled at Blake. He rolled his eyes, clearly irritated that she'd disturbed his holy snack time.
"Get your own."
"No! I want this one." She pointed at his bowl, and he shielded it with his arm dramatically.
"Mooooooom!" She wailed, upset at being declined.
"Give it to her, Blake." His mother called out. He opened his mouth in protest, his eyebrows coming together in a frown.
"That is so not fair! She always does this, why can't she just get her own-"
"Blake. Give." His mother interrupted. He huffed and pushed the bowl towards her, clearly infuriated. Izzie smiled widely, grabbed the spoon and began to swirl the ice cream wildly around her bowl. Blake watched her mess with her food, his dark hair covering his eyes, his lips pursed and his dimples prominent.
"Look, she's not even eating it! That was the last bit as well..." He moaned, folding his arms on the table and placing his chin on his sleeves.
"I don't even know who the kid is right now," Alexa murmured, "you, or your sister?" Blake didn't reply, but she heard some shuffling beneath the table, and felt a kick on her shin. It wasn't painful, but she felt it. She gave him a murderous stare, but he stuck his chin into the air, smiling and closing his eyes adorably. She tried to maintain her glare, but he looked so charming it cracked her 'I'm-mad-at-you' facade, and a smile broke out across her face.
The sound of a door being opened sounded across the house, and a man's voice rang out.
"I managed to shortcut the traffic!"
He entered the kitchen; he wore a crisp grey suit, with a white shirt and matching trousers. When he turned around and faced them, Alexa could tell where Blake got his eyes and height from. He was a few inches taller than Blake, with bright, almost sapphire eyes.
"The last time I checked, I only had one daughter," He smiled as he walked towards her, holding out his for her to shake it, "you must be Blake's friend?"
"Yeah." She replied, shaking his hand politely.
"Girlfriend to be, I say." Blake's mum said as she bought a dish to the table. Alexa felt the heat rush to her cheeks, and Blake groaned loudly and placed his forehead on the table.
"Mom, are you trying to kill me?" His father sat on the other side of him, placing his suit on the chair. He patted his son's shoulder in sympathy, but he was laughing as Blake glared up at him.