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Chapter 27 - Scents

Chapter 27 - Scents

"You still kept them?" Blake said in a low tone.

"I-it doesn't really matter. I-I was supposed to throw them" I stuttered.

"No, you weren't. You stuttered nervously"

"Blake, these pictures, gifts, and memories don't really matter to me anymore"

"That's why it's well kept huh?" He looked at the box.

"I-i- oh whatever" I sighed.

"Don't be ashamed of it. You haven't seen mine" he chuckled at the end.

"You kept some of-"

"I kept everything that had to do with you"

"Mhm"

"Anyways, let's pack the rest of your stuff" he sighed.

"I thought you didn't want to-"

"I don't want you to fall asleep on the floor again. I would be a horrible fiance"

Why did my heart sink when he said fiance?

"Where should I put our picture frame?" He asked as he was looking at a picture of us before.

"Anywhere you want. It is your apartment anyways"

"Its our apartment now" he corrected.

"I have a feeling we're going to have an extreme bipo relationship" I chuckled.

"Of course we will" he smiled at the thought of it.

"What's this black book?" I asked.

"Oh! T-that's nothing! Umm don't open it.. a bit personal" he chuckled awkwardly and took it.

"Hmm" I raised an eyebrow.

"So umm here's a few rules" he said.

"What are they?"

"Whatever you buy, is yours. And what ever I buy, is mine. Your food is only for you. And whatever food I buy is mine" he stated.

"Sure" I shrugged.

"Oh and of you eat any of my food even if it was by accident, you pay for it"

The doorbell rang.

"Finally" he went to the door.

What smells so good?

"You ordered pizza?"

"Yup" he popped the p.

"I'm starving" I went over to the table.

"A-a-a. This is my pizza. If you want a slice, that will be 4 bucks" he smirked.

"You cheap mother fucker" I glared.

I went to the sofa and just sat there looking at him eat the pizza. I heard the doorbell ring again.

I saw him take the food that the man handed over.

"You're not just a cheap mother fucker, you're a pig too!" I raised my eyebrow.

"Thanks" he smiled fakely.

"You're very welco- is that italies?!" I gasped.

"Aha"

"You ordered pasta?! How dare you torture me?" I glared.

"Trust me, you tortured me for a long time"

What was that supposed to mean?

"Whatever. How much is the pasta?"

"10 bucks" he said flatly as he was eating pizza.