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

;;Part 14 || Finale

“I wanted to protect you!”

                “I knew you couldn’t handle it,”

                “I didn’t want it from the start!”

                This could be it.

               This could be the end of us.

                I stared at door across from the bed until my eyes started to water. I blinked once, slowly, letting one tear slide to the other side of my face. I didn’t even try to wipe it away. I felt so tired, so numb; I didn’t even care.

                Two knocks came from the door that I was fixated on and a soft voice followed. “Jordan?” She asked, opening the door wide enough to poke her head through. “You up?”

                Chelsea. She was the only one that I could run to. The only place that I could go after… everything last night. I’ve been such a burden for her, coming to her house twice to sob and cry all about my problems.

                But she had been nice enough to have me stay for both times. That lets me know how true our friendship is. If I could stay in any relationship forever, I’d rather it be ours. I shifted under the warm bed covers. Rather than having me share a bed with her, or sleep on the couch, she insisted that I stay in the guest bedroom, with a queen sized bed all to myself.

                “I’m up,” I murmured, wishing that I could sleep a few hours more. I had just been lying here for the past few minutes, but I had no idea as to what the time was.

                “You hungry? Come eat,” Chelsea smiled. “I made pancakes.”

                My stomach grumbled as I forced myself to get up. “Thank you. Again. For everything, Chelsea.” I made sure she heard the sincerity in my voice.

                “How many times do I have to tell you, you don’t have to thank me? This is like,” she shrugged. “The least that I can do. If I could do more, then I could…” She paused. “Now get up, the pancakes are getting cold.”

                I got out of the bed and stood into a stretch before following her to the kitchen, where she had Mickey Mouse-eared pancakes stacked on a large plate. I cracked a smiled and scratched the side of my face, admiring her work. “That’s a ton of pancakes.”

                “Well yeah, I mean, what you don’t eat, I definitely will,” she said as she grabbed a plate and started to pile the food on her plate. I hurried up and did the same, before the hungry girl ate them all.

                After piling on strawberries, whipped cream, and syrup, we sat at the dining room table and ate quietly.

                I told her everything last night. What I saw on TV, how he told me that he sided with his hag of an agent, Tina, and how I stormed out after it all. Even after I told him that I loved him. I cut up my second pancake with a little extra force and Chelsea noticed.

                “You okay?” She asked, watching me.

                “Yeah.” I said, shortly. “Just… a lot to think about.”

                “I can’t believe you took his car,” she was still amazed. She nudged my side with her right elbow. “You gotta at least be proud of that; that was so ballsy.”