Crazy || Blake Richardson

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chapter seventeen; olivia pov

I stare at everything I had just put onto the counter, smiling at the fact that I'm able to make this. I'm not the best cook out there, but I can make some pretty good bacon and eggs.

We hadn't told the boys that we were dating yet. We weren't sure how to tell them, and we both like sneaking around, as crazy as that sounds.

Mia, Sean, and I still aren't on speaking terms. I hate that we aren't, but it's whatever at this point. I've tried talking to Sean, but he won't look at me.

On another note, Blake has to go to the venue that the boys are playing at tonight in a few hours. Fortunately, I get to see them play tonight. It's the first time I've ever been to one of their shows, as well as the first show I've ever been to.

I also get my glasses back, which I'm extremely happy about.

Blake tickles my sides as I crack the final egg into the pan, and I squirm. He laughs at me before taking one of the pieces of bacon I had just made and shoving it into his mouth, immediately complaining that it was too hot.

"Blake, they just came out of the pan."

"I'm well aware of that."

"Are you though?"

"Of course I am!"

"Keep telling yourself that."

"I want more mornings like this." He says.

"Well it's nearly noon. That's not really a morning."

"Oh shut it."

"You're the one who wanted to lay around."

"I didn't see you complaining."

"I'm obviously not going to complain about spending time with my boyfriend."

He smiles at me. "I like the sound of that."

"What?"

"Boyfriend."

"And you've only told me how many times now?"

He shrugs. "Not sure."

"We've been dating for a little under a month."

"Well it's been the best time of my life." He smiles. "You don't know how happy you make me."

"That's something I can agree on."

Blake wraps his arms around my waist and picks my up, running out of the kitchen and into the living room. He throws me onto the couch and I laugh, but stop almost immediately.

"What's wrong?"

"The food is still on the stove you idiot!"

He steps aside as I run back into the kitchen, getting the egg off of the stove quickly. It wasn't close to burning, but it was overcooked.

"This one's going to be yours." I say, putting it on the plate.

"What? Why?" Blake asks as he walks back into the kitchen.

"Because it's your fault this is overcooked."

"Fine. Make me suffer."

"It's either that or you can make yourself another one."

He laughs. "I will burn the building down. You don't want that."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm definitely not making you another one. I'm not having you go after me again. I didn't appreciate that Mr."