la vie en rose | blake richardson

twenty seven

   Boxes filled Blake's room as he prepared to move, the boring room now filled with nothing but a bed, boxes and an empty wardrobe. It still felt homey, just now with an unfamiliar echo that bounced off of the walls.

   Blake was sat on his bed, mattress bare and arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't nervous to move out, he knew he could make it on his own, but he worried about if he would suffer from being homesick and not being around his family. It didn't really make sense to him to move out and spend even less time around his family, but at the same time, it made all the sense.

   In order to better his career and become more of an individual, Blake knew moving out would be the best thing to do. Some would argue that he was exploring his individuality while on tour, but he had a tour manager who organised everything for him and led him on the right path if he steered in the wrong direction. By living in a place where he had to cook his own food, clean his own floors and pay his own bills, it would prepare him with the life skills he really needed.

   Although, Blake wasn't stupid. He wasn't going to take the big jump on his own. Blake, George and Reece had all decided to move into an apartment in London, deciding that throwing three clueless boys together would be more interesting and somehow more helpful than doing it on his own. Obviously it would possibly be a wreck in the beginning, but Blake knew how to manage stress (with the help of Cassie), Reece knew how to catch a good bargain and George knew how to cook and clean. Hopefully they would absorb each other's skills eventually.

   Besides, with Blake's anxiety through the England leg of the tour, having a place that Blake can control and spend time with Cassie at, would probably be good for him.

   Blake lets out a choked sigh as he looks around the room, sad that he was leaving his childhood home. He really didn't want to go, but he knew he had to. He was growing up and if he didn't do it now, he'd get too lost in his career and never get 'round to it.

   It was currently around ten a.m, and Blake was surprised he was awake in general. Anyone else would of put it down to first time moving out nerves, but Blake had a different feeling of anxious flowing throughout his veins.

   Cassie came over to the Richardson household last night to help Blake pack up the rest of his things, run through some drama lines with Blake's sister, and do some work around the house with Soulla. If anything ever needed to be done, Cassie was there. Need a cleaner? Call Cassie. Need a tutor? Call Cassie. Need a chef? Maybe don't call Cassie, unless you want pasta, or anything reheated that was once frozen. But the majority of things that you may ever want done, Cassie could do.

   Blake had asked Cassie to sleep in the spare room the night before hand, knowing that he was probably going to be nervously tossing and turning all night- which he did. Cassie being Cassie, sat him down for thirty minutes to make sure he was okay before agreeing, but eventually, she did agree.

   Right now, though, Cassie had just woken up and rolled out of bed. Her mind was still laced with sleep and she could barely keep her eyes open, but she rolled her pyjama covered frame into Blake's room to say hi.

   "Hi," Cassie slowly opens the door, not sure on if Blake had woken, until she saw light shining through the windows.

   "Up already?" Cassie groggily spoke, walking over to Blake and crawling onto the bed next to him.

   "Morning, darling," Blake greets softly, arms open for her. He loved seeing her like this, so calm and sleepy- with her cheeks and lips puffy, her hair a mess as it frames her face and pyjamas clad to her skin. It was so different to what she looked like throughout the day, and it was almost as if every hour she looked a different season of beautiful.