A Few Things about Love. Blake Griffin Fanfic pt. 2

;;Part 2

All my things were packed into his GMC Denali and I hopped into the passenger seat. We were on the road in no time.

                The ride to his house was spent talking about basketball, and catching up, and food, and other random things. There was so much that I wanted to tell him, but most of it could wait. I’m just happy to be here with him. I rolled my window all the way down and let the wind blow through my hair. I didn’t even care. I smiled all the way to his house, feeling fuckin’ awesome.

                Blake’s house was worth the long drive to get to. It was almost what I had imagined it would look like. A huge white, Californian home, with curved arches and a roof with those weird ass ridges. I don’t know what they’re called, but it just screamed “California.” I loved the palm trees in the yard. And if said the little pond in the front didn’t sell it for me, then I’d be lying.

                I just couldn’t believe that he lives here, alone.

                Then suddenly DeAndre Jordan busted through the door.

                Omfg.

                “Blaaakee!” He said, while making his way towards Blake and I, who were just getting out of the car.

                “Ay, man.” Blake said, with a huge grin. He came up to him and gave him the hardiest man-hug that I’ve ever seen. DJ was more than an inch or two taller than Blake. I was now in the presence of giants.

                “DJ, this is Jordan,” Blake said, with a hand on his shoulder, while facing me. Shyly, I smiled up at DeAndre as he put a hand on his own hip. He was wearing a red snapback and a white v-neck, which looked overly-casual compared to me and Blake’s attire.

                “Love the name.” He said. Both Blake and I laughed simultaneously. DJ just looked at us.

                “It’s super cool to meet you,” I said, after the laughter.

                “No, its cool to meet you,” He said, smiling. “Blake’s been talking about you nonstop.” He looked at him. “Now he can finally shut up.” We all laughed and Blake shoved him to the side. “Here,” DeAndre said, taking a step towards the SUV. “Let me help you bring your stuff in.”

                Both DJ and Blake took my bags in after refusing to let me carry my own things. The house on the inside was just as amazing as it was outside. I took a moment to absorb his awesome living space in. It was hard to believe that this was actually reality. That I have Blake Griffin and DeAndre Jordan carrying my bags into an expensive California home. I smirked to myself as I found myself loving this indulgence.

                DeAndre left as soon as we finished playfully arguing about where my stuff should be put. I ended up winning the battle, by insisting that they should just be put in the guest room, if there was one (I knew damn well that there was one). DJ was stubborn and argued that they should be put in Blake’s room, for one specific reason. Blake just stood back and grinned during it all. When DJ gave in, Blake’s sly smirk didn’t leave.

                As soon as DJ was out the door, Blake’s eyes met mine.

                Then we came after each other like animals.

                He lifted me up, effortlessly, and my lips were on his instantly. I wrapped my arms around him and held on tight. We smiled at the same time, our lips pressed together. It was a breathtaking kiss. A kiss that I’ve waited 3 months for.

                “You talked about me nonstop?” I recalled, my lips still on his.

                “Did I mention that I’ve missed you?” He said, his nose touching mine.

                I smiled and went back in for another kiss.

                This day couldn’t possibly be more perfect.

                Oh but I was hella wrong.