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

;;Part 3

Time flew by and it was already 9:50. After spending a few hours exploring more of the house, watching TV, and losing a horrible game of ping pong, things were starting to feel so natural and carefree. As if we were never miles apart for a couple of months. As if I were at his house on the regular. As if I weren’t a normal girl from Wisconsin.

         Sometimes, reality becomes surreal. And when it happens for the best, you might as well enjoy the ride.

         At around 9:45 I decided to go and quickly change into some PJ’s to relax in. I already memorized my way to Blake’s master bedroom and managed to put my hair into a low ponytail while I doing it. I didn’t bother to turn on the lights, when I got to the room, I knew which bag had my clothes for PJ’s in. I felt a pair of shorts and a regular and swiftly slipped them on in the dimmed light.

            Blake was still downstairs, at least I had thought. When my new clothes were on, I stepped out of the room just as Blake appeared in the doorway.

             “Jor-,” He was about to say, before I ran into him. “Oh, damn, sorry,” He said, seeming a little taken back. “I was just about to ask if you wanted ice cream…” His voice started to fade away and in return a tiny grin grew on his face. In the barely lit hallway, I caught his gaze divert from my shirt to my eyes, all the while still smirking. I glanced down at my shirt.

         Oh. I thought. It was the Clippers shirt that I had on from the night we first meet.

         I smiled back at him, and bit my bottom lip, thinking about that night again. “I didn’t even think you noticed this that night.” I said.

         “Oh I did,” He said. “But I didn’t need to. By the way that you were cheering, people a mile away could tell that you were a Clipper fan.”

         “Shut up, I’m dedicated.” I said, while pushing him playfully. He laughed and barely budged. He held onto the spot on his arm that I pushed.

         “I’m gunna change, too,” He said, taking a step into his room. He purposely brushed against my body as he slipped through the door. I smiled as his body made contact with mine, and he caught me doing it. Blake smirked at me.

         “Oh, and Jordan,” He said, as soon as I started to walk away with the goofiest smile ever. I turned halfway.

         “Hmm?” I asked.

         “Love the shirt.” He said, with a big smile, obviously mocking Chris Paul from the night that I first met him.

         “Ohshutup!” I said, as if it were all one word, and then quickly turned back around and went downstairs while his laugh rang throughout the whole house.

         As soon as I got settled on the large chic couch with strawberry ice cream and a bag of soft Chips Ahoy cookies, Blake came down the stairs; wearing only drawstring sweatpants. The spoonful of ice cream almost fell when I saw his shirtless body come down those steps.

         Ohh it’s been tooo long.

         “Sorry,” He said, coming to take his spot on the couch. “I sleep shirtless.”

         I just smiled.

         Blake took a seat right to me, immediately taking up most of the couch. He laid one arm across the back of it, which caused him to move closer to me. I nuzzled up and leaned against him. After setting my bowl and cookies down on the coffee table, I grabbed the black, fuzzy blanket from the side of me, and threw it over us. I didn’t want his warm, half-naked body getting cold.