|| The Bad Boy Tried To Drown Me ||
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Blake -
Dear god, please have mercy on my soul and let this be the toilet. Taking in a deep breath, I turned the door knob. Scanning the interior, I sighed in defeat.
It had been almost 20 minutes since I woke up from Maybelle's lap, seeing her asleep with her mouth slightly opened. And I've been looking for the toilet ever since.
This had been the 7th door I've tried. 7th! Just as I was about to step out, a picture frame caught my eye. Stopping in my tracks, I stepped towards the white vintage table.
A smile made a way to my lips. It was a picture of a small Maybelle with, who I'm assuming are her parents and brother. Her mother holding her brother while her father held her, all grinning. I couldn't help but laugh at Maybelle's half toothless smile.
I looked around me to take in her room. The walls were a baby blue, with a mural of a music tree in white. She had a king sized bed located in the corner, her musical instruments in another corner. Multiple books and a laptop on her desk.
My heart pounded against my chest when I heard footsteps coming. Trying to look as normal as possible and like I didn't just snoop around her room.
The foosteps continued to come closer and closer.
And when I saw the face of the footsteps owner, I let out a breath I didn't know I held.
"You fucktard! You scared me shitless!" I yelled, smacking him across the head.
Lachlan's smirk never left his face, "Wow Blake, snooping around a girls room. Classic."
"Just shut up and help me find the toilet." I said leaving the room.
^_^_^_^
"So, what you do you guys want to do?" Scott asked, shoving his face with pancakes.
I laughed as Sabrina scolded and chucked a strawberry at him for speaking with his mouth full.
"How about the beach?" Asked Lachlan.
A choruses of "Yeah!" And "Oooooh!" We're heard.
Tiffany gave him a pointed look, "Puh-lease, you just want to see us in our bikinis."
He replied with a shrug, his lips tipped in a smirk.
After chewing all his food, Scott chimed in, "Okay, Tiffany, Lachlan, Sabrina and I will go together to pack our clothes, while Maybelle and Blake pack theirs, then we'll meet at servos."
I answered before Maybelle could interject, "Sounds good."
Turning to see her dumbstruck face, I held back a laugh.
Maybelle -
I told the others to leave first and that I could do the washing myself.
As I gathered the dishes together, I could feel Blake's eyes following my every move.
Slowly, I turned to face him, "Aren't you going home? We don't have much time."
Instead of getting up and leaving as I expected him to, he grabbed the dishes off my hand and brought them to the sink.
I couldn't believe the sight in front of me.
Blake Lockheart was washing dishes. I repeat, washing dishes.
If it were physically possible, my chin would've reached the floor from where I was standing.
Regaining my senses, I quickly went towards him to help. As much as I hated him, it didn't feel right to let him do my chores.
