Adeline|New Hope Club|Blake Richardson|

5: Accidental

Blake had decided to take Reece and George into town and hang out with his old mates from school. But he was tired, to say the least. The night before hadn't given him much rest and he was powering through with a cup of dark coffee. Usually, Blake hated the the taste of coffee but he let the burning liquid slide down his throat anyway. He'd gotten out of bed as soon as the sun peeked its way through the window, seeing as how he barely slept a wink. Blake had wandered his way downstairs and into the kitchen, frightening his mum when she turned on the lights and her son was sitting in the dark. At least he had already made a batch of coffee and she didn't have to, Soulla thought to herself.

The two sat in silence as the house slowly woke up. Soulla knew what her son had on his mind but she wasn't going to say a thing about Adeline to him. It was time for him to learn to fix his own mistakes. She hated seeing him like this, sure. But being a parent meant letting them stew in their inner demons before they see the light. She knew Adeline well enough to know she'd forgive Blake, eventually. How long though? Only time would tell.

Reece and George both groggily walked into the kitchen, plopping themselves down next to Blake. Both boys looked well rested and Soulla smiled at how out of place her son was next to his two bandmates. Soulla's son caught her eye and gave her an annoyed stare, knowing exactly what his mum was thinking. She only gave him a grin back before bidding farewell and going back into her room for a shower. Blake took the last sip of coffee in his cup and got up to put it in the sink as Reece made himself and George a bowl of cereal.

"You two up for a bit of fun today?" Blake asked, his cup clanking in the sink as George yawned, "I can get my old mates together and we can go do something?"

"Yeah sure," Reece yawned, having seen George's and sticking a spoon into his food, "What do you have in mind to do?"

"Not sure really," he replied, leaning against the sink as he took out his phone, "I'll ask the mates for some ideas."

All of the people Blake texted were free and threw around ideas until one of them, Rory, suggested to go skating around. Luckily, there was a shop where the group could get the needed equipment. Blake told his mates what the plan was for the day and everyone went off to get ready. Blake had to keep himself from seeing if Adeline's number was still actually her number. He knew he was a horrible person, not having contacted her all the while he's had a means to. He knew he was a horrible person but he genuinely couldn't even think about contacting her after what happened.

Call it pride, but Blake thought he was in the right for the first month after he left. That everything he said was justified and she interpreted it wrong, that she was the one who reacted wrongly. But then, after thinking it through one night after he'd gone and gotten a bit too drunk and sobered up at three in the morning, he realized the error of his ways. Blake realized how big of a jerk he'd been and he couldn't face the facts long enough to call and apologize. So he number stayed in his phone, thinking it'd been forgotten.

Blake had been avoiding everything that had to do with Adeline for the last year and now, all he could think about was her. He kept seeing her face everywhere he went. He was going mad. He was seeing her ghost everywhere in his house, in town, in his dreams. She was a ghost he saw all the time but never really got to see. Blake was back in his room by now and he grabbed a scrap piece of paper and a pen, writing down what'd just gone through his head.

I wish I'd seen a ghost in the room but the only one I couldn't see was you

Blake looked at the words, feeling weird. It was like there was something more; he knew there was something more. He shrugged, getting a headache from all of the thinking he'd done the past two days. The brunette laid the piece of paper on his dresser, throwing the pen on top. Maybe, he'd feed the line to Reece later, to help with the songwriting and the album. Blake changed into joggers and a plain shirt. There wasn't a need to dress nicely since he was probably going to take a few falls and his mum would have killed him if he ripped one of his nice shirts. Shoving his feet into his worn runners, Blake grabbed his keys and phone as he left his room.