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

;;Part 12

“You’re so adorable.”

                “Excuse me?” I smiled after he whispered into my ear. It was 3:30am and we were still up.

                “You heard me,” he smiled after leaning his chin against my shoulder and intertwining his fingers with mine. He was close behind me, spooning with the covers over us.

                “Yeah but I don’t understand. Whatever happened to the”- I lowered my voice to impersonate him -“‘Oh Jordan you so gorgeous’?”

                Blake laughed. “You’re both.” He said, lazily kissing my cheek. “But right now? You’re just extremely adorable. Especially in the mornings.” He rubbed his thumb against my hand, slowly. “You’re my little Hasketball.”

                I didn’t even have to ask. I already knew that the nickname Hasketball was going to stick.

                “Blake, go to sleep,” I giggled. “You’re tired. It’s not even 6am.”

                                                                                        :::              

I woke up the next day feeling unusually cold.

                I was still wrapped up in Blake’s warm comforter, but everything around me felt spacious, empty… cold. My eyes were barely open at the time but I didn’t need them to see that Blake was no longer in bed.

                I sat up and looked over anyway, only to find out that it was true. I scratched my head unconsciously as I looked across the room. I was alone.

                Confused, I slowly stood up and automatically went into a stretch. That’s when I realized that I was wearing Blake’s white dress shirt that he was wearing last night. Looking down at the oversized shirt I smiled a little, running my thumb along the hem of it.

I must’ve put it on after we… I thought, and my smile widened. But my smile went away as soon as my confusion returned.

                Where did Blake go?

                My first thought was that he was outside shooting basketballs again, but I peeked out the balcony windows to check. He wasn’t out there.

          I went down the stairs as fast as my tired legs could take me and scanned the living room from the last step. Nothing.

          I ventured around the house in all the possible places that he could be and surprisingly, he was nowhere to be found. Just when I thought he might have straight up abandoned me, I remembered that I had a phone.

         I haven’t even used it since I got here; it practically seems like a foreign item nowadays. I went back to Blake’s room and found my phone still charging on his nightstand, where I left it two days ago. I grabbed it with no hesitation and pressed the home button.

            Fifteen text message alone, and God-knows how many more notifications.

           Holy shit.

         Disregarding the notifications, I checked the texts and I shit you not all of them were from Chelsea.

           I couldn’t believe that I had forgotten about her. She told me to text her two days ago and I haven’t even picked up my phone until today. I only skimmed through the most recent messages and I could tell that she was pissed. The last one mentioned that she’s going to back to Milwaukee on Sunday. Today was Wednesday (I think) which means she’ll only be here for four more days.