George left shortly after we explained the situation. He was confused at first, but then understand what was going on. So here we are, just Blake and I alone in his house. I'm internally freaking out. Nothing is going to happen though.
"We should probably start working on the project before you have to leave," Blake snaps me back to reality.
I focus my gaze on him before saying, "Oh yeah, I forgot about that."
We walk upstairs into his room. It's like any other typical teenaged boy room. There's a posters plastered on the wall and the rest is pretty plain. It's not completely clean, but I can't say I'm any more organized.
He sits on his bed, patting the spot beside him. I take the signal sit next to him as he grabs paper and a pencil. I feel like I'm at an interview for a job.
"So, Harper, tell me the basics. What are the essentials I need to know," he attempts to say seriously while holding the pencil to his mouth.
I tried to speak words but I ended up laughing. Blake gives me a confused look to which I tell him, "I'm sorry I can't take you seriously with that look!"
He drops the act and asks the same question. The environment becomes more relaxed and playful.
"Well my name is Harper Simpson. I have two siblings. I'm sixteen years old. I have a lovely dog named Jesse...." I trail off.
Blake doesn't write any of it down. He just stares at me.
"I want to get to know you. What do you like to do in your free time? What's your passion? Things of that nature. This is not 20 questions," he lays down on the bed, waiting for me to respond.
I pause and ponder for a second. What do I like to do? Then it hits me.
"Well I really do enjoy writing a lot. It's something I've done since I was a kid. Most people don't know about it though. Only my close friends. It can be about anything," I tell him, avoiding his eyes.
He lifts my chin up and makes me look at him. "See, this is what I wanted to know about the lovely Harper Simpson!" He cracks a smile.
Moments like this make me melt. How can someone be so charming and compassionate. I tell you who, Blake Richardson. But he's off limits.
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I'm going to try to update every couple of days
December 13, 2018
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Fiksi Penggemar"Cause a boy like me and a girl like you Got no degrees and a lot to prove" Brad Simpson's younger sister falls for the boy who he hates.
