Addiction

chapter sixteen

HELLOO (-:

BLAKE'S POV:

On the way back home I decided to take a detour, taking harper to the pier then the skate park, showing her all the graffiti I created that spreads across the concrete walls near the ramps as well as all the other shitty "respect" logos sprayed there as well.

Expecting her to be disappointed with my careless and rebellious ways; I prepared myself for a long lecture. But instead she walks along the walls quietly tracing her hand along the paint, somewhat admiring it.

"Blake you never told me you were good at art?" she inquired, still looking away.

I shied away at Harpers compliment; "I just do it for fun I guess," I breathed slowly.

"It's amazing," I hear her genuinely leak from the kissable mouth that I now like very much. She's not even looking at me but I can only imagine her face to be somewhat frozen and them green orbs fixed on the art set in front of her, adoring.

After letting her stand there like an idoit staring at a wall for what felt like forever, I insisted that it was cold and time to go home. I drag her away and laugh at the comment she presses while I'm doing so; "You and I should come down here one night and do something on the wall."

"We should, we will." The smile I created on her face by using my simple words shock me.

I made her happy.

I like that.

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"Stop cleaning Harper!" I scold.

Frustrated because she's cleaning... making me look like the sloth that I am, and the other being that she is dressed in a long pair of tights hugging her ass and a white shirt of mine that fits loosely on her torso, hair in a messy bun. The room is basically already spotless in my eyes but she's still going.

She looks undoubtedly hot, clothed comfortably and naturally in this attire that I would gladly take off.

I feel as if sometimes I ache for her... well I do, there's no denying it.

Stir the fucking pasta, pure thoughts.

Sex.

"No," Harper sasses. "You're making dinner and I'm cleaning. And I-I may as well put the quotes up now a-anyways."

"O-O-Okay," I mock; taking full advantage of her shyness.

As I watch her turn around and stomp away like a five year old; I continue to make dinner.

Plastic shopping bags still littered the benches from when harper came hobbling down the road with them the other day. I unpack them and put the food away in the cupboards.

After heating up water in a pot; I grab a pack of pasta and begin to boil it. Thank fuck for this stove top or I would legitimately be living off chips and cheap takeaway.

Once the spaghetti is boiled I strain it into the sink, empting all contents from the pot making sure all water is gone.

When's school start back? I randomly ponder quietly to myself.

Tomorrow...

Using the same pot; I scrape some cheap spaghetti bolognaise sauce from the jar into the hollowed pan, also re-adding the pasta back in with the tomatoey' mixture.

In a rushed glimpse; look over to Harper to check on her whilst still stirring. The all familiar sounds and tunes coming from the Wii before indicated she was heavily involved in a game, but glancing again I see that she has fallen asleep at the wheel of Mario cart.