Alaska
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After the greet was over, Blake and Weston walk over to me. "Hey. We're gonna go get something to eat. You coming?" Mark asks.
"Uh. No. I'm not really hungry. But you guys go ahead." I smile as I look at my phone.
"Go ahead Mark, I'm gonna go with Ally." Blake says. My head snaps back at him.
"Why? Aren't you hungry?" I ask. He shrugs,"That's what room service is for."
My mouth curls into a smile,"Okay."
Blake walks up beside me. He interlocks our hands and I smile slightly as we walk out the doors.
"Alaska----- oh my gosh!" A girl squeals. I snap my head up, pulling my hand away from Blake's.
"Are you guys dating?!" She squeals. I shake my head,"No." I say.
She smirks,"Okaaaaaaaay. But can I get a picture?" She asks.
"Of course." I smile. She hands Blake her phone. And Blake takes a picture.
"Alaska. You've helped me through a lot. My parents got divorced a week ago and you've really made me happy. Thank you." She says. I smile and hug her.
"No, thank you for being the best you can be through a tough situation. Remember to always stay strong. Don't ever forget that." I smile. She lets go and walks away, waving back at us. I wave to.
Blake grabs my hand again. "You're really good with your fans." Blake says. I smile.
"They aren't my fans. They're my family." I say.
Blake smiles and squeezes my hand. I squeeze back. I look up at the street and see a group of boys. As we get closer I realize it's the group of boys from the meet and greet.
I scoot closer to Blake as the guys eye me.
They start walking on the other side of the street, watching me.
"You okay?" Blake asks. I look up. He's glaring at the guys across the street. "Yeah."
We walk up to the hotel doors and those guys cross the street.
Blake pushes me in front of him as we walk into the hotel and up the stairs. The boys follow us up the stairs.
"Ally." Blake says as we walk fast up the stairs. "What?" I ask.
"Your staying with us tonight." Blake says. We run down the hallway to his room. He shuts the door and locks it.
"Blake. I need clothes." I say. He walks over to his suitcase and hands me a sweatshirt of his.
"Pants?" I asks. He smirks.
"Really? In front of all of you. No." I say. I slip off my original shirt, showing my sports bra. I slip Blake's sweatshirt on.
"Okay. We'll go over really quick." Blake says. We walk out and into my room. He locks the door.
I throw on my cropped Nike leggings and throw my hair in a messy bun. I take out my contacts and put my glasses on.
"I didn't know you wore glasses." Blake smiles. I shrugs,"I don't like them but.."
"I like them." Blake smiles.
I look at him,"Thanks."
I grab my phone charger and we run back over to his room.
I sit on his bed. I scroll through Twitter when suddenly, my Twitter starts blowing up.
I look to find the source and there it was...
@blakeftalaska:
GoalsgoalsgoalsgoalsGOALS! *picture*
It was me and Blake holding hands. I look at Blake and he's just smiling. "Did you see the rest of the tweets?" He asks.
I look back down on Twitter and read through tweets:
@grayblakebabe:
FINALLY!
@blakersgray101:
YESSS! I SHIP THEM! THEY NEED A SHIP NAME!
@blakeforlife: @blakersgray101 balaska?
"Balaska?" I chuckle. He smiles,"It has a ring to it." He says.
I start writing a tweet.
@alaskamaree: guys, Blake and I aren't dating... 😇
Blake retweets it.
@bllakeegray: @alaskamaree not yet..😘
I look up at Blake to see his lips curl to a smile as he makes another tweet.
@bllakeegray: she makes me happy.😊💘
I retweet it.
@alaskamaree: @bllakeegray @ me next time 😘❤️
Blake chuckles and goes to the phone thing to get food. I curl into a balls on his bed.
He walks back over, but stops as he looks at me, curled in his sheets.
My phone dings. A tweet from Blake.
@bllakeegray: I could get use to this. 😍 *picture* @alaskamaree
"Blake!" I say. The picture was me all curled up in his blankets.
"I hate you." I say. "You love me." He says.
"Whatever makes you sleep at night."
