Equations of Love

Chapter 12

While we were driving to Blade's house, I could hear him make stupid little jokes to lighten the tension in the car. I would chuckle, but the only thing on my mind was not humiliating myself in front of his family.

His sister? I don't need to worry about her. She'll like me regardless. His father is who I'm really worried about. I mean usually, the guy has to be scared of the dad, not the girl, but who cares?

I'm not a very usual type of girl.

After about ten minutes of driving, his mother turned into the driveway of a very cozy little house. She put the car in park and turned to face me with a sweet smile.

"Welcome home sweetie."

I smiled in return. "Thank you, Mrs. Carnauba."

"Ah, Mrs. Carnauba sounds so old. Call me Danielle", she says with the wave of her hand.

"Alrighty, Ms. Danielle", I say.

She laughs it off and climbs out of the car. Blade and I follow suit and close the doors behind us. I sling my backpack over my shoulder and follow them up the steps of their porch.

'Danielle' grabs her keys and unlocks the door, being sure to hear the beep of her car locking itself. We walk inside and I close the door behind me.

I feel completely awkward in situations like this. I'm not sure whether to follow Blade or his mother. They go in two different directions. I just continue standing there until Blade comes back out barefoot and partially shirtless.

"Don't just stand there. We have a project to work on", he winks, motioning for me to follow him. I feel my face flush as I walk towards his room.

His house is so welcoming. They've got antique heirlooms sitting on top of their mantle. Most of them are mini glass figures of peacocks. It's weird but I like it, kinda. They have a large, framed picture of them together in front of a background  that looks like a park. The picture appears to have been taken years ago considering Blade is missing a few teeth and is way shorter than he is now.

I walk down a hallway, passing a few closed doors that I would assume to be a bathroom and a closet. I walk up to a room that I believe to be Blade's, music blasting from the cracks in the door. I begin opening the door.

"This house is so beautiful I just-", I stopped, soon realizing that this isn't his room. It's his sister's. She looks up at me from a Tiger Beat magazine with One Direction on the cover and smiles at me. "Oops, I think I'm in the wrong room."

"Hey, Paige! What are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming over", Trista says, pulling me into her room and sitting me down on her bed. I laugh nervously, not really wanting to be in here.

"Oh, uh, I'm working on a math project with Blade", I say as I glance around her room. Looking at her room, she could almost pass for a normal teenage girl. Almost.

"Nobody told me you were coming. We could've hung out. It's not fair."

"Ha ha", I chuckle, searching for a way out. "I'm gonna die in here", I think to myself. That's when an angel appeared in the form of my boyfriend.

"Paige, what are you doing in here? Trista, stop keeping her hostage in here. She doesn't like you", says Blade. He reaches out for me hand and helps me up.

"Shut up. Yes she does, right Paige?"

I laugh nervously again. I really need to stop doing that. "Whaaat?", I draw out in a high pitched squeak. Luckily, it only takes 2 seconds to get from her room to his. When we both get inside, he closes the door. I drop my bookbag on floor near his bed and lie down on his floor.

"I have a perfectly good bed right here, ya know", he says as lays on his bed, his head leaning over the edge.

"Yes, but you also have a perfectly good floor right here", I say back, sticking out my tongue. He rolled over and fell, his arms in a push-up to keep from falling on top of me.

"What the fuck was that?", I laugh, a snort escaping. I gasp but can't help but laugh even harder. "Dear God, what is wrong with me."

Blade starts laughing, too, his arms failing as he reaches to clutch his stomach, causing him to fall on me. A burst of air escapes my lungs.

"Blade", I breathe hoarsely, "you're... fat." He laughs as he lifts himself off of me. I suck in as much air as I can and begin breathing normally again. He lays on his elbows, both on either side of my head.

"Jesus, Blade. Remind me to never be funny when I'm under you", I chuckle. I analyze what I just said. "And also remind me to never say that again." He smiles and starts to lean in but instead of the romantic gesture I was hoping for, he starts to tickle me.

"Ah, oh my God Blade, stop!", I scream. I can't help but laugh, of course, and try to escape the undying fury that are his hands. "I hate being tickled!"

"What? I can't hear you over your laughter", he says with a huge smile on his face. My eyes fill with tears as I continue to laugh.

"Blade, I swear", I start, but then the bedroom door opens, and there stands Mr and Mrs. Carnauba.

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Hey guys. I know It's been 5ever since I last updated. High school is a grenade blowing up all of my plans. But anyways this is gonna be a Valentine's day chapter kinda. Its weird to update this now because 'Blade' has found it and read it *dead* btw that's not him at the top but imagine it is. Kay bye!