Bad Habits [NOT COMPLETED]

Chapter Ten

After hours of talking rubbish, laughing without reason, pillow fights and more, well late into the night. Blake and I had decided to watch a move. One which was his pick. Of course it was some marvel movie.
One which bored me to death. So I took this opportunity to rest, hoping Blake wouldn't mind and think I fell off to sleep 'naturally'.

"Awh Ella, that was such a good movie-" Blake's tired voice cracked and slowly broke the nightly silence of my bedroom.

I could feel the mattress slowly sink, as he sat up a little more. Shutting my laptop closed gently, he got up and put it over on a small side table near the window, where the moons light joined the table. Crawling back into the warmth of the bed, I knew he was now leaning his weight towards me to see if I was awake. His luke-warm breath lingered with a hint of vanilla as his breath tickled my skin gently. When he received his answer by staring at me, he got up again and crept over the creaky floorboard that was in the middle of the room.

Rookie mistake.

Creeping his way over to the white pine door, on the tips of his toes, he tried to gently open the door but also failed. The squeaking and cracking sound from the door almost made me smile. Biting on my tongue, my face returned back to a poker expression.

Rested and calm.

Once he had made his way down the stairs without waking the whole apartment block, I quickly shot my eyes open and adjusted to the light ad my dark eyelashes fluttered. Sitting up I turned my body to the side and got out of the bed. Once past the creaky floorboards, I smoothly opened the door, as I knew how to stop the creaks from alarming everyone within the apartment.

Peering my head around the stairs, I hid within the dark hours of the morning. Hoping my figure wouldn't be noticed. I gazed upon Blake's figure, opening the door, and walk out with ease and almost relief.

Just as if the apartment was haunted and he has just escaped the terrifying torment that a demon shadowed upon his body within my bedroom.

Confused but also curious. I walked back into my room sleepily and dragged my feet that felt like led, over to the window. That's when my eyes began to follow Blake's figure again.

Standing so godly in the early hours of a Spring morning. Highlighted by the streetlights that surrounded him, like there was no escape from the light that cast down upon him. His shadow clung close to him as he paced back and forth, trying to get a hold of someone on the phone.

Interested by his odd actions. I slid my, old window, white paint now pealing off the outside of it, open slightly. Just enough to just about hear what he was mumbling.
This was quite difficult as I was tired, and his voice only bounced off the walls of the apartment blocks. By the time I roughly understood what he spoke moments before, it was a bunch of dried muffles and maybe a chuckle or two in between.

The only understanding of his conversation that I could fully make out was;

'I have a gift for you in my bag, I'll give it to you when I see you'.

Curious by this, I made my way around my room in the dark. The floorboards were highlighted and illuminating by the reflection of the moon. Casting unkindly shadows upon my furniture and cactus's, that now lay half dead in the moonlight.

Searching within his bag, I raked my hands though his neatly folded clothing. Scattering them everywhere until I found two gifts within the sea of clothing that lapped over them. Almost as if they were sworn to keep them hidden. One with my name and the other with a name in scribbles. One I could not make out.

"S.. something" I mumbled. Frustrated as I didn't know who this gift was for. Just was I was about to hazard another guess when, I was shot quickly out my clouded thoughts.

My heart began to hurt from thrashing itself uncontrollably, around within my rib cage so fast out of pure panic. Shoving the gifts back into the bag, I threw the front of the case roughly over the base. Not even bothered to zip it up again. Getting up, I flung myself into bed ever so quickly. Not caring that he would have noticed I was ever prying though his bag.

Then came the creaking sounds, yet once again. Followed by a few sighs and a collection of interesting curse words.

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Waking up to the soft chirping sounds of baby birds outside my window. My white see-through curtains were flailing in the gentle breeze of the morning , as the window was still open from last night. The sky was plastered with a white blank canvas. Decorated with the odd grey blobs which complimented my mood. And speaking of grey.

Blake.

Patting my hand around the opposite side of the bed, my eyes squinted at how bright my room actually was. Resting my eyes on the place where Blake should have been, I slowly sat up. Confusion plastered on my face. My hair was a mousy, tangled brown that screamed. I had a restless night of sleep. Slowly adjusting to my situation, I got up and wriggled my toes before stretching.

Making my way downstairs, ignoring all the creaks and the noisy sounds, I made my way down slowly before stopping on the fifth step down. Crouching down, I hugged my knees as I heard Blake's voice chirp in the morning.

Such a beautiful sound to listen to.

That's when I wondered who he was taking to. Just as my thoughts rested on that, I heard Sandra's laugh. As I was slowly standing up again, I heard her say something that sparked a fire in me.

Maybe I was a jealous type.

Loudly making my way down the final steps, I made my appearance in the kitchen. "Good morning babee" I sang, grabbing Blake from behind and hugging him. Sandra ignored me as I did this. Resting for a few moments there as I lay my head against his back, I got up and grabbed a mug. While pouring my coffee I caught a glimpse of Blake's reflection in the window mouthing something to Sandra.

Spinning around on my heel, my hair now swaying in all directions I welcomed Sandra back.
"You're back early" I hinted, raising the warm coffee cup to my mouth. Steam kissing my face as I did this. "Yeah, I stayed at Jasmines last night" her voice. Plain and emotionless.

Placing my cup down on the granite, leaving a little 'clanking' sound to linger in the tense silence. If looks could kill. Heck, the knife that's cutting the tension will kill her rather than my stares.

I could feel she was drowning in my wrath of jealousy. Suffocating silently.

Coughing, I raised an eyebrow while taking another gulp of coffee. "I didn't know you were friends with Jasmine" I finally said.

Blake now felt out of place so he removed his presence from the room silently. No words or actions made. Just like a ghost in another graveyard. Slowly passing through.

Wise boy.

"Yeah, we are. We're cousins" she trailed off, rolling her eyes as she half turned around. Ready to follow Blake into the sitting room.

A/N:

Who turned up the heat in here. Woof
Drama alert?