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

;;Part 4

There was nothing you could do that would make me want to get off of this couch this morning. Blake was wrapped around me from behind, with his chin nuzzled against my neck. He must have secretly claimed that spot, since he always seemed to be on it.

               My clothes were still on. Which should be a good thing, but at the same time I wish they had come off. I smiled, feeling half-awake but completely satisfied; I yawned and stretched a little, trying hard not to wake him up. Once I did that, Blake shifted and snuggled closer.

               “Morning, babe,” He said, smiling against my neck.

               “M-morning.” I stumbled. He’s never called me ‘babe’ before. This was surprising.

               “You alright?” He gave a short laugh and rubbed my shoulder.

           “I’m amazing.” I said, and despite it sounding cocky, it was true. If I could wake up every morning like this, my life would be absolutely wonderful. But just being with him is perfect.

               “Yes you are,” He said, kissing a spot below my ear. “You got anything planned for today?”

               “Ha,” I laughed. “You’re funny.”

               “Haha, no really. Whatever you want to do, we’ll do it.”

               “I’d rather just lay here.” I said, sounding lazy as can be. “In your arms,” I added. “Forever.”

               “Ooo, that’s tempting,” He said, with another smile against my neck.

               “Don’t tell me you’re not tired.”

               “I am,” He pulled me in closer. “But I want to do stuff with you.”

               That sounded soo wrong and I don’t even feel guilty for liking it. But I know what he meant.

               “Alright then, let’s do stuff.”

               “Really? I mean, we don’t have to-“

             “But I want to,” I said, smiling and rubbing one of the arms that was wrapped around me. “So let’s do it.”

               I caught another wrong-sounding sentence and bit my lip to keep myself from smirking. Only this time, Blake caught it, too. But he didn’t care to hide his smile.

               Before we even discussed what we were going to go do, I decided to take a shower. His house has four bathrooms with showers, but he insisted that I used his in the master bedroom. He said that he’ll take his in another one. Secretly, I was obligated to say “Hey lets save water and shower together” but then I thought, nah it’s too early.

               Who knows? Maybe that’ll come later tonight.

               Omg, I’m such a pervert.

               By the time I finished showering and blow drying my hair it was 11:30 am. Still draped in a golden towel, I admired his room through the bathroom door frame. His room was very down-to-earth; no giant statues of him dunking or anything. Not that I’d expect there to be one, but if I were him, that’s what I would have had. Just being honest.

               His grand king sized bed had the hugest pillows that I’ve ever seen. The pillow covers and comforter matched the sheer, gold and white curtains over the balcony doors. The balcony was directly across from his bedroom door, I have no idea as to why I’m just realizing them now.

               Being careful not to expose my towel-covered body to everything outside, I came over to the balcony doors and pulled back the curtains to see the view. I take back saying the whole “down-to-earth thing” because now that I’ve seen the view from his balcony, I could hardly breathe. His backyard was practically the Pacific Ocean.

               Why am I just now finding out that he lives right by the ocean??

               As I looked further out the window, it turns out that he lives on what seems like, the top of a small hill, with an outlook over the water. Without any little feeling of insecurity, I pulled back the curtains all the way and soaked in the view. The light completely illuminated the room.

             I didn’t even want to get dressed anymore. I could just stand here, swathed in this warm towel, and admire this ocean for ages. The only thing that would make it even better is if Blake where here with me. I’ve never been this close to any ocean before, and I’m pretty sure to Blake or anyone else here in California that this even qualifies as ‘close’.

               Back in high school, dreamt of becoming a Hollywood actress, but my back up would be studying  marine biology or become a professional writer. I would have settled for acting and writing in New York, but the ocean was where I truly wanted to be. Marquette in Milwaukee isn’t a ‘last resort’, but if I can’t make it big just yet, all I can do is just keep trying.

               Someday, I’ll be living in this state and I’ll be living the dream. But by that day, will Blake still be with me? Who even knows?

               I took hold of whatever little reality remained and I woke up from my daydream. I had yet to unpack, since I was still unsure as to where to put my things. I still didn’t know what we were doing today. So athletic shorts, tennis shoes, and T it was, until I knew what was on the agenda.

               After putting my hair in a messy bun, brushing my teeth, and putting on a little mascara, I cleaned up after myself, and left his regal bedroom.

               “Hey, beautiful,” Blake said from the bottom of the staircase.

               “Oh stop,” I smiled and rolled my eyes. He was wearing white and blue basketball shorts and a light blue v-neck. Looks like he got the memo.

               “You come up with a plan for today?” He asked, smirking down at me.

            “Well,” I said, “There was something I had in mind…” During my shower, I was thinking about how hilarious dancing with Blake was, but then I realized, what if we actually did go dancing? If it was so much fun just to goof around with him, how exciting would it be to do the actual thing?

             “I was thinking that we could go dancing tonight.” I said, with a timid smile.

             “Really?” He laughed, as if I were kidding. “You saw how I was last night, I’m terrible.”

            “You’re not that bad,” I said, sarcastically.

          “Oh whatever,” He smiled. “I was thinking about going out to dinner. I know a special place downtown,  I think you’d love it.”

               “That sounds great,” I said. “But I want to do something more fun,” I said. “And physical. If you wanted to eat, I could cook you something here…” I paused. “Just kidding, I’m a terrible cook.”

               He laughed and shook his head. He glanced out the window that showed the backyard patio. “I tell you what,” He said, with a sudden sly smirk on his face. “Let’s play one on one. If you win, we’ll go dancing. If I win, we’ll do dinner.”

               Oh hell no.

               “That’s not even fair!” I said, half-jokingly and half scared for my life. He wasn’t serious.

               “Come on, it’ll be fun!” He smiled. He couldn’t be serious.

               “Yeah, fun for you, you’d frickin’ kill me.” I laughed.

               “I would never,” he said. “I’d be gentle on you.” Oh my god, he was serious.

               As much as I loved a challenge, agreeing to do this would be stupid.

               But I did it anyways.