Nikes - A Blake Richardson (New Hope Club) FanFiction

Writing a song

Selena's P.O.V

I woke up at nine in the morning. The first thing I noticed was an arm around my waist. For a moment I was shocked but then I relaxed as I realized that it was Blake's arm. I remembered that I had invited him to sleep in my bad because I had had a bad conscience because of him sleeping on the ground for days already just because of me.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep again. Then another thought came up on my mind. Since when was I cuddling with Blake?!

I touched his arm softly, carefully that I wouldn't wake him up. An awkward situation was something I didn't want. So I tried to take his arm away from my waist, very slowly, and placed it next to his body. When I was done I sighed quietly and relaxed again.

A couple minutes later Blake sighed as well when he woke up and stretched his legs. When he opened his eyes he looked right into my eyes. I oppressed my need to shyly look away. So I looked back right into his eyes. I noticed that this was the first time that I watched his eyes so directly. I had to admit that I admired his eyes in that moment indeed and wondered how his brown color played in his iris.

A tiny grin grew on his lips as nobody wanted to look away. Now it felt like a game: who could look longer into the others eyes. I joined the game and tried to not look away and so did he.

Both of us had stamina and nobody looked away. Both of us had a smile on the lips which grew with every second. I wanted to look at his beautiful smile directly, not only from the corner of my eye, but I withstood my desire.

Right when it got so hard to not look away that I actually considered to give up, someone knocked at my door. Both, Blake and I froze but kept on looking into each others eyes, this time widened and shocked and not because of our weird game.

Before I could answer something the door already opened, Blake sat up abruptly and Adam came in, first not noticing that I wasn't alone.

"Good morning, sorry, I can't wait. I need to settle the things between - what the -!" He said and stopped both, talking and walking.

"Good morning Adam? What about waiting for an answer before you come in?!" I snapped at him, completely angrily.

Adam stood there and stared between Blake and me. Blake, me, Blake, me. One of his eyebrows was raised but otherwise there was no hint for what was going on in his head.

I was glad that Blake had at least a t-shirt on. Normally he slept only in shorts but when I had told him to sleep in my bed yesterday he had let his tshirt on what I had appreciated.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to -" Adam finally said perplexe, "Sorry."

He walked backwards, apologizing again, as if he had interrupted us doing something.

My cheeks blushed as I realized what he could think but I said nothing because there was nothing to explain, it was obviously only his interpretation. If he wanted an explanation, he would come later to me again.

Blake and I watched him going out of my room. When he was out and closed the door Blake and I looked at each other again. I didn't know what to say but on Blake's face grew a smile until he finally laughed out loud.

And I sat next to him and considered what could be funny... seriously, for me there was reason to laugh.

Since I didn't join his laughter he stopped but still couldn't help but giggle. "What?" I asked him.

"Didn't you see his face?" He said giggling.

"What was funny about it?" I asked confused.

"He was - nevermind..." Blake waved aside.