It was 7:53 and I still didn’t know what I was going to do for the night.
After Blake left I contemplated whether or not I even wanted to go out still. I had the mentality of staying here and waiting for him to come back.
But staying here by myself would be the boringest thing ever.
And “boringest” isn’t even a word.
I ended up pulling myself out of his way-too-comfy bed and decided to take a shower and get dressed. After drying off, I slipped into some dark denim shorts, black gladiator sandals, and a teal PINK tank top that Chelsea let me borrow a few months ago.
Oh, Chelsea, I thought as I put on the tank and smiled.
Chelsea’s been my best friend since high school. We are inseparable; except for when the beginning of the summer came. That’s when we both took the time to go and visit family for a while. This year, she decided to leave a week early for her break.
If I could thank anyone for getting me and Blake together, it would be Chelsea. Well actually, it would be her dad. Her dad bought her, me, and few other friends’ front row tickets to a Clippers game when they were in town playing against The Bucks. But I was the first person she invited to the game. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t be here. Blake wouldn’t even know who I am.
It sucks because even after 3 months, I’ve been afraid to tell her what happened after I left her and the others the night of the game. I’ve had many opportunities to, but in the surreal sense of it all, I decided not to. I don’t think during a shopping spree would be a great time to tell my friend that I’m in a relationship with an NBA player. I couldn’t even imagine her reaction.
I’ve made it this far without her knowing. And it wasn’t so hard to do. No one else knows about me and Blake… yet.
I grabbed the keys to Blake’s second car, and slung my bag over my shoulder.
I went out the door to the garage, got into the expensive looking car, and gave the empty house a smile as I pulled out of the drive way.
For like, ever, I’ve always wondered why most guys loved cars so much.
Now I know.
As I drove Blake’s Mercedes Benz down the road, I felt like the coolest bitch in the world. I mean come on, how often do you get to drive a valuable car? More or less, a celebrity’s car? Fuck a map, this shit has GPS, an iPhone dock, and crazy-amazing bass.
No less than 5 minutes into the drive, and I already had my sunglasses on, my phone plugged in, and Gotta Have It moderately blasting from the speakers. I should have hoped that the windows were tinted enough that people could see me jammin’ out, but then again I didn’t care.
If anything, I could just drive around all night until Blake gets home. But I knew exactly where I wanted to go. Sorta.
I typed into the GPS system, vaguely, “the nearest beach”. I’d gladly go to the beach by the side of his house, if I wanted to be by myself. The beach was obviously private, and I had no idea how to get down to it from the house.
I wanted to be by people tonight. Maybe make some friends, I dunno, I think I’m good at friend making. I packed a bikini in my bag, and I was ready to change into it when able.
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A Few Things about Love. Blake Griffin Fanfic pt. 2
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