I sat on the couch of the underground safe house while tapping my fingers restlessly.
We had been here for about two weeks, without any other word from Kai or anyone else and two put it nice and simple; I was bored.
There was nothing to do besides read or draw since we could be tracked down with electronics.
"Would you stop that?" Blaine called from the kitchen. He was making lunch. I sighed and my fingers stopped moving on the table, and on my legs instead where he wouldn't be able to hear it.
"How long till the food?" I asked back. I hear his footsteps coming towards me.
"Zero minutes and zero seconds." He hands me a steaming bowl of ramen noodles and gives me a pair of chopsticks along with a glass of root beer. I nod my head in thanks and quietly eat.
"So I got a letter from Kai today," he starts. My head snaps up. "He said that they've been rebuilding and that they're almost done. He's wondering when we're going back."
I raise an eyebrow at him. "When are we going back?"
"Soon." I stare at the cut on his face. It was healing nicely, but you could already tell that it's permanent. "Stop staring." He grins cheekily. I roll my eyes and sip some root beer.
When we finish our lunch, I head back to my room, my boots clicking on the concrete. My hair was thrown up messily and I was feeling like a slob in my comfy clothes.
Humming to myself, I slip off my boots and slide under the covers. I close my eyes and fall into a deep sleep.
I was in a white room in white clothes. "Hello?" I called. Voices were whispering around me, but it didn't make sense. "Help....wait....kill...."
"What do you mean?" I ask, "Hello?" The whispering was angrier. It was all around me. I covered my ears. "Kill!" Was the last thing I heard before it went completely silent, and the scene changed. I was in some sort of forest clearing and pacing around it was Jacob. "You son of a--" I cut myself off. He couldn't hear me. Behind him was one of the bird-demon looking things. "The girl and boy got away." The thing reported.
"Yes, I expected that much," Jacob mused. "He'll do a anything he can too protect her. But in the end, he won't be able too."
The scene changed again.
It was back in the safe house living room. Sitting on the couch was a distraught looking Blaine, muttering to himself. "Should I?" Was all I caught before it melted away and I woke up. I felt tired, yet energized, as if I had just ran a marathon. I groaned to myself. "Stupid dreams.." I mutter. "Stupid magic. Stupid Jacob. Stupid, stupid, stupid." I kept saying, pounding my fist on the wall. "Ow!" I cradle my hand and look at it. Sighing, I look at my small selection of makeup. "Might as well." I pick up a liquid eyeliner and slowly apply it, winging it. I add mascara and pick up a eos chapstick and sliding it on. Blaine hasn't spoken to me at all in the past five hours, which is really weird for him. He's normally more talkative than me and seeing how we're stuck underground with no technology...
I head out to the living room in a hunt for him. "Blaine?" I walk past his room and hear soft snores. "Oh." I walked into the kitchen and grab a granola bar. Blaine explained how the kitchen is always stocked. "We charmed the place so every week or so everything is restocked," he had said. "That way we don't have rotting food and the place doesn't smell like garbage."
"What about the makeup and sketch books?" I asked.
"The room you stay in customizes itself for the stayer. That's why everything you use is in your room. I have books and a punching bag and some other things in mine." He explained.
After that, we had went to sleep.
I sat on my bed with a sketch book open on my lap. I found it in the wardrobe that was in my room. Due to boredom, it was already half way filled. After thinking for a few minutes, my mind drew up a blank. I couldn't think of anything to draw. Sighing, I slammed it shut and walked back out to the living room and slumping next to Blaine, whom was staring at nothing. "Dude." I nudged his knee with mine. "What's the problem?" He sighs loudly.
"You are." He admits.
"You with your 'I-don't-give-a-damn' attitude and you with your obnoxiously good comebacks and you when you stick your tounge out slightly when you're concentrating so hard on your drawings," he sighs again, "And you, with you making me fall so hard and so far in a matter of weeks."
I blink. Did he just-
"What?" I dumbly say.
"I love you," He whispers. "But I can't and I shouldn't," his voice cracks. "But I do."
I feel tears well up and I blink them back. "No one has ever said that," I admit hoarsely, "No one has ever said that they love me." I stand up, and I'm about to walk away, but before I can process it, he's standing up too and grabbing my wrist and spinning me around and placing his lips on mine gently. I melt into and hesitantly wrapping my arms around his neck and toying with his hair on the nape of it. When we pull away, he rests his forehead against mine and his voice cracking as he says,
"I love you."
K so yes hello. Yes that really did happen and you're not going insane. Honestly, this wasn't supposed to happen yet. It didn't really process that I made them kiss until I read it over, but here we are. So, we need a ship name.
#Blanulet or #Blalet?
Sorry for the short chapters, especially lately. I've just been busy with summer camps and a bunch of stuff. But even so, I love you and thanks for reading!
