Alaska
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My phone rings. It was like 9 am. Why?!?
I answer my phone as Blake wakes up.
"Hello?" I say, groggily flip my legs over the edge of the bed and walk to the window.
"Is this Alaska Giovanello?" A lady says.
"Yes this is her." I say. Blake gives me a look.
"Alaska? Hey, it's Pharrel Williams." He says.
"Oh my gosh! Uh. Hey! Not that I'm totally flattered, but why are you calling me?" I ask.
"I've see videos EVERYWHERE of you singing Sorry by J.B. I want to produce you. Get you known. Your a star. People are gonna love you."
"Wait. Seriously?!" I ask.
"Yeah! How old are you?" He asks.
"Fifteen." I say.
"I see. Well. I'm having you move to L.A. To take off on your career. If your up for it." He says.
"L-L.A?" I ask.
"Yeah. Is there a problem?" He asks.
"N-No..."
"Great! See you in one week. We'll start working on your first single." He says.
"Alright." I say. He hangs up and I look at Blake.
He grabs the back of my thigh and rubs little circles.
"Who was that?" He asks.
"Pharrel Williams." I say.
"Oh my god. What's did he want?" Blake asks.
"Blake... He wants to produce me!" I shout. He stands up and twirls we around,"This is great!"
"Yeah. Except one thing...." I say.
"What?" He asks.
"Blake.... I have to move to L.A." I say. His face drops.
"What?" He asks.
"I know. I know." I say.
"Your not gonna go, right?" He asks.
"What?" I ask.
"Your gonna tell him you can't."
"No. This is a huge opportunity, Blake." I say.
"Yeah. But I'm gonna lose you. You can't go, Ally. I don't want you to leave." Blake says.
"Blake if I had a choice I---"
"You do have a choice. You can turn him down and stay in Houston." He says.
"Blake turning him down isn't a choice. I'm going."
"You can't go Alaska! Your just gonna drop our relationship for a music career?!" He shouts.
"We can work it out blake. We can do ling dist----"
"Don't give me that shit! Long distance never works out, Ally." He says.
"Bla----"
"No. If you wanna go. Go. I'm not stopping you. But I can't be with someone whose miles away from me."
"Bl----"
"Just. Stop." He says. He sits down on the bed, a look of defeat in his face.
I bite the inside of my cheek.
"I have a week.." I say.
He doesn't say anything.
"Blake. Please talk to----"
"What's there to talk about? Your leaving. That's that. Maybe we should just break up now instead of spending a week together.." Blake says.
Tears fill my eyes.
"Uhm... Yeah.... Maybe we should..." I say, playing with the ring he got me.
I slip it off and walk towards him.
"Here." I say.
"Keep it..." He says. I hesitate, but slip it back on my finger.
"Blake..." I say.
He looks up.
"Come here." I say. He stands up and walks over to me. I connect our lips and tangle my fingers in his hair.
He kisses back,"I love you." He says.
"I love you too." I say and he connects our lips again.
