Just Say It

Chapter 11~ Names Make The Difference

Titles are but nicknames, and every nickname is a title.

~Thomas Paine

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•3 weeks later•

People believe that the future is created by fate, or people believe the future can be created by the decisions that we humans make. For the past three weeks Blake and I have constantly hung out. The largest amount of days that we've been apart was 2. We have grown closer each day and its like we've known each other since childhood; and right now as Blake and I slowly walk down the side walk in silence I'm trying to decide if this moment in time is fate or decision.

Our walk hasn't always been in silence though, we had chit chatted here and there, but the evil awkward silence kept planting itself in our conversations. I let my head drop to the ground watching the sidewalk pass by like I always do.

'Okay I cannot keep this quietness up! If this is about what happened this morning then we have got to clear it up!' My conscience yelled at me, and I gladly agreed with her this time.

This morning when Blake came to the door to pick me up for our walk he was greeted by none other than my father. Of course my dad had to go too far and ask all the questions you would ask a boyfriend but that was not the case with me and Blake, he was a friend and nothing more and would never be anything more if I had anything to do with it. In my opinion I would gladly live as a little old lady who never married and lived with her cat Stanley.

I drew in a deep breath before turning to Blake, "Can I ask you a question?"

Blake turned his head to look at me, the smile I was expecting etched into his face, "Shoot."

I looked away from Blake and stared at the road. I wrapped a secure arm around myself before continuing again, "This is kind of hard to put into a question, without making it awkward. But umm-" I released the grasp on my arm and scratched the nape of my neck with my pointer finger. "Im really sorry about my dad this morning first off, he likes to assume and you know what people get for assuming. But also his questioning doesn't change stuff between us right?" I rambled on. I stole a quick glance at Blake who seemed very fascinated by the ground, but he still had a smile on his face.

"Oh! That thing?" Blake let out a laugh "I was just surprised I was expecting you to come to the door, not your father, and cause I thought you were one of those 'im an independent women' not a daddies girl."

I let out a chuckle, "Well I can assure you I'm not that independent. Also being the only girl does have its flaws," I started, "And good, I was afraid that you were mad at me or something, or didn't feel comfortable around me." I began to fumble around with my fingers. I realized a few years ago that I always did that when I was nervous, my fingers would fidget.

Blake laughed again, making every inch of my body heat up. "Want to grab an ice cream?" he asked gesturing to the small ice cream shop. The elderly owner stood outside putting the OPEN sign up on the door.

"You do know that its only like 9:00?" I questioned.

"And do you know that we don't live forever?" Blake stated throwing my question back in my face and grabbing my hand dragging Koda and I towards the store, "Who knows, this could be your last ice cream, we could die any second." he continued. I tried to hold my laugh in, but I couldn't. Blake's attempt to try and make getting ice cream a serious matter was just not working.

"Stop laughing! This is serious!"

I slapped my hand that held the dog leash over my mouth. "I'm sorry." I mumbled through closed fingers. Once I released my hand and sobered up from laughing I contorted my facial expression to a serious face, "I really am."