distraction [b. griffin]

eight

A/N: I'm on a roll and that makes me so happy!

Enjoy!

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Alena was currently settling in her new home in Malibu, CA, which basically had the ocean as her background. She had a patio that connected to her room, which overlooked the ocean, a million dollar view and she was extremely happy about it.

She's only been here for a week and she absolutely loved it.

Moving out of Blake's home was difficult to say the least.

But it had to be done.

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Alena checked her room one last time, making sure she didn't leave anything. While Blake was on a seven game road trip, she proceeded to pack up her room, not taking any furniture with her since it was Blake's. Ideally, she wanted to be out of the house before Blake got back, but unfortunately for her, that didn't happen. She was close though, finishing up her packing when Blake walked in the front door.

He was shocked to say the least, especially since Alena chose not to tell him.

The things that occurred between them, it was hurtful and she couldn't move forward with it. Blake's words wounded her deeply and she didn't want to talk to him. All she wanted to do was move on with her life. It may not be healthy, but that's what she wanted. Eventually, she would amend things with him, but the wound was far too fresh for them to talk it out.

"What are you doing?" Blake questioned, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed on his chest. It was obvious what she was doing, but Blake was in denial.

"Making sure I didn't leave anything," Alena responded as she walked in her closet. Her eyes roamed the shelves and it was empty, she didn't leave anything. Turning the light off, she closed the door and grabbed her purse that was on the bed. "There you go, another guest room for you." She walked past him, making her way towards the stairs with Blake hot on her trail.

"Come on Alena, we can talk about this, you don't have to move out." Blake pleaded as they made their way down the stairs.

"Blake, we're adults, we had to part some time." Alena did not want to have this conversation, hearing Blake plead was something she was always weak with. She's had a strong front for the past month or so, but she was slowly breaking. Hearing Blake in such a desperate tone always did a number on her, but she had to stay strong. This was for the best.

"Not in this way, I wouldn't have even known you're moving out if Taylor didn't tell me." Blake rushed back to Los Angeles to assure he would catch Alena before she left. He decided to sit this game out, citing personal reasons, so he could catch Alena. Normally, he wouldn't do that, but he wasn't even sure where she was going. What if she was leaving the state? How would he know where she was then?

Maybe he was overreacting, they still had mutual friends, he could find out, but that was if those friends chose to help him.

"Well, I'm moving out." She walked over to the kitchen to grab the box she left there, but Blake beat her to it, lifting it up for her. "Don't be childish, give me the box."

"No, not until we at least talk it out." Blake was going to give her space, but he couldn't. She was literally slipping away right in front of him and he had to fight somehow.