My One Regret (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Thirty-One: In Return

I drowsily blinked a few times, not wanting to sit up from my sleepiness. My own bed.. I recognize it so well.. Wait. I was doing work, wasn't I? My tiredness was gone within a few seconds as I jolted up. "When.. When did I get here?" No one has ever told me that I sleep walk and I definitely didn't tuck myself in. I took a step off of my bed and my feet felt something squishy instead of my wooden floors. "AH!" I screamed, tripping over the squishy thing and catching myself with my hands.

A groan came from behind me and I spun around immediately. It was Blake! Of course, the last person I remember seeing. He was giving me a massage.. Which was really good, I had to admit. I assumed that I fell asleep and Blake tucked me in so that I could sleep more comfortably. I watched him snore softly on the floor and glanced at my clock—hold on, 7:45?

I audibly gasped and I started biting my lip. I was going to be late to school with only fifteen minutes to get to my first period on time—not even early! Oh.. I hastily thought, Blake looks sound asleep and maybe I could get some work done if I didn't wake him up and have him annoy me at school. I'll leave him alone. I spotted my backpack and looked around for my laptop. Where was it? I eventually unzipped my bag and found it placed where I always put it inside. Blake must've done that too..

There was no time to waste getting emotional over Blake putting my laptop away, I had to go to school!

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I was surprised I even made it to class on time this morning. I was actually considering waking up at that time to get more sleep, but I won't have Blake to be there and tuck me in and put away my stuff next time, will I? I ate a random lettuce and tomato sandwich my mom made and put in the fridge.

 I didn't like it that much, but I was in a hurry and I needed to eat something. I sat on the top of the bleachers in the center of the field. The weather was so nice and I needed some fresh air to distract me from the fact that I was eating a lettuce and tomato sandwich.I was craving something sweet and tasty, the opposite of the sandwich I forced myself to eat.

There was a light breeze and the weather was too nice to not do anything. Should I go to a cafe after school to do work? Or the park on a picnic table? I grew indecisive and began biting into my food again when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I jumped in surprise a little bit and dropped the rest of my food down an opening in the bleachers. It wasn't like I enjoyed it that much anyway. I spun around and I saw.. a smiling Blake? I thought he was at my house sleeping!

"When did you get here?" I asked in shock. Blake smirked, hoisting himself over the edge of the bleachers and hopping beside me. "I bet you thought you could get rid of me, right?" That wasn't exactly my intention, but he wasn't too far off. "Not really..?" I replied hesitantly. Blake chuckled and looked down at my lunch that I dropped on the floor. "Hm, that sucks." He shrugged. I crossed my arms and sighed. "I guess.. I didn't like it that much but there was nothing else I could whip up in time. We slept in, remember?"

Blake nodded in understanding and reached behind him to dig into one of his pockets. "Not a big deal though, I got you some things that I know you'll like a lot more." He pulled out a cookie and cream Hershey bar.. And.. a cherry Coke? I uncrossed my arms and slowly reached for the soda and chocolate. "These are my favorites.. Thanks.."

 I didn't want to seem as pleased as I was, but this was nice of him. I don't know how he'd willingly do this after how I've been treating him, being annoyed and irritated at every move he tried to make. This time, I did not mind at all, I was just happy that my lunch was salvaged. And it was kinda sweet of him for remembering what I liked to eat.

I tore into the chocolate immediately and Blake smiled contently. I couldn't say that I forgave him necessarily, but I couldn't sit next to him comfortably without offering him a piece of my chocolate. He went out of his way to buy it for me after all. "Do you want a piece..?" When I asked him it sounded like I was questioning whether or not I even wanted to ask, which is true.