𝗝𝗨𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 - bloah

two

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Amelie is making final touches to her hair, finishing it up for a natural, messy look, letting it cascade down her chest. She strikes different poses in front of her body length mirror and plucks a stray lint off her skirt when her phone starts ringing.

Grabbing it off the table she realizes it's Blake calling her. Amelie smiles at his silly contact photo and feels a burst of excitement to finally be able to spend a day with him. She answers it, holding it to her ear.

"Amelieeee~" Blake's deep voice says through the line. "I'm waiting outside, I can't wait to see you again."

She giggles, throwing her purse over her shoulder and walks outside in search for a black car. "Aw, Blakey. you don't know how much I've missed you. I've had such a stressful week, the LAX was freaking jammed when I landed; I was practically bombarded with people left and right. Anyway, I'm so thankful that we could finally have a date together, just us..."

Amelie's voice quiets once she's near the curb.
Using her manicured hand as a shield from the sun, she squints at the car. Inside, Blake is waving at her, but behind him and in the driver seat is someone she doesn't recognize. She tilts her head in confusion and hangs up the call.

"Get in, loser!" Blake yells, pointing at the back seat.

Amelie rubs her arm, approaching them closer under the shade of a tree. Blake rolls down his windows completely. "Uhm, you never said someone else was coming.. who is this?"

"Oh yeah, this is my best friend Noah. I asked if he could drive. Sick ass Porsche, huh."

Noah pops out behind Blake and smiles, revealing his pearly whites. "Hey Amelie."

He doesn't receive the same energy in return. She barely even looks him in the eye. "Hey.." She waves cautiously at him before turning her attention back to Blake, lowering her voice. "How long is he staying with us?"

"For however long it takes! We're going to the house where we could hang out with the rest of the boys. Some other guys are coming, too."

"Uhh.. okay. What's the occasion?"

"Just to hang out. Come on." Blake unlocks the doors and Amelie reluctantly climbs inside, sitting behind Blake. She crosses her legs and hugs her purse to her chest as the car shifts into motion. Blake's on his phone looking for a good playlist.

"Soo Blake, has your ankle been feeling better yet? I told you to be more careful working out." Amelie pipes up, leaning forward to play with Blake's hair. He gently swipes her hand away. Noah knows what she's talking about, when Blake had rolled his ankle playing Basketball.

"Hold on..." Blake finally finds a playlist and puts it on shuffle. The song blares through the speakers, startling everyone in the car except himself, and he turns down the volume calmly. "-perfect. What did you say?"

Amelie moves closer and rests her cheek on Blake's headrest until their faces were only inches apart. "Blakey, I said-"

"I would wear that seatbelt first." Noah interjects, voice flat. "Not really in the mood to catch another ticket, you know?" She even got some of her makeup on the leather.

Blake lets out a laugh as Amelie huffs in annoyance, detaching herself from Blake's headrest as she silently complies. She makes eye contact with Noah through the rear view mirror. His eyes narrow and she does the same as if to challenge him. They hold it uncomfortably until Noah's forced to look back on the road.

She purses her lips. What the hell am I doing here..

The drive is devoid of conversation with only music playing. Noah's laid back, driving with one hand. Blake seems to be dozing off while Amelie just sits there on her phone. It's taking a lot longer than she had anticipated because of the time they left. At an hour this early, the roads are especially bustling with traffic.

"God, it's getting hot, and I'm hungry." Blake whines lowly, throwing his head back. His neck is covered in a thin sheen of sweat, chest rising and falling as he desperately fans himself with his hand. Noah's lip quirks up. He turns up the AC.

"Just around the corner there's an In N Out. We could stop by there to cool down and eat, if you want." Noah suggests.

"That would be wonderful." Blake groans.

"Uhm, no." Amelie holds out her hand. Noah's already mentally blocking her from his ears. "That's kinda unhealthy. We could just prepare a meal once we arrive to the house, we're almost there anyway.. You don't want to get fat, do you, Blake?" She says, sizing him up and down as she does so. Blake tenses.

Noah notices it and frowns. "What? One burger isn't gonna make you fat. We're going to the gym later anyway."

Blake looks down at himself and lifts off his shirt to see his relaxed and unflexed stomach, suddenly hyper aware of the slight softness. "You're right, Amelie. I haven't worked out to my fullest potential since my injury. I gotta keep those gains."

Blake had always put this constant pressure on himself to be perfect. It doesn't help that for most of his childhood he'd been described as "awkwardly lanky and tall". It makes him feel self conscious and because of that, he's always working to be bigger and stronger- as in muscle, not fat.

"It's fine to have breaks, man. The world isn't gonna end if you take one." Noah insists. "I can pay-"

Amelie taps his shoulder. "He's good, thank you."

Noah looks at Blake, who's dozing off again, looking half conscious as he's splayed out on his seat with his hair messy and all over the place. The image instantly calms him, and he sighs. He didn't really have an appetite anyway. He just wants to make Blake happy.

"Alright."