closed minded; blake gray

6; deep

What's something I could never see myself doing, you ask? Well, I would say having a good time with Blake Gray, but that was already happening, without me even realizing it.

We were in his car, belting out the lyrics to You Belong With Me by Taylor Swift as we arrived in front of my house. Maybe hanging out with Blake wasn't so bad, and it may have been something that I need to do more often.

Blake put the car in park and looked over at me, "Well....I guess that's it for tonight..." he said, trailing off.

"It doesn't have to be," I said with a shrug, making his eyes slightly widen. I motioned towards my house, "you can come in for a little if you want."

"You're letting me come in? You want to hang out with me willingly?" he asked, just as shocked as I was for even asking/. I playfully rolled my eyes, "Alright, then I guess I'll see you tomorrow." I said, opening the car door.

"Wait, no, I'm coming," he said quickly, opening his car door and getting out. I got out on my side, beginning to walk up the driveway with Blake behind me. We went in through the front door this time instead of going through the garage door, and it was probably the biggest mistake of my life.

"Oh, you're back already?" my mom asked from the couch when she noticed me and Blake walk through the door. My dad instantly looked away from the TV in the living room and stood up from the couch, walking over towards us.

"Hi, Mr. Grant, I'm Blake, it's nice to meet you," he said with a genuine smile, sticking his hand out to my dad. I didn't like how confident Blake was with meeting parents. I mean, how did he know if they were going to like him or not.

My dad replicated his smile, "It's nice to meet you, too. You can call me Matthew, and this is my wife Michelle," he said, pointing to my mom who was now next to him.

With her charismatic personality, she went in for a hug and Blake didn't argue, hugging her right back, "It's nice to meet you." What the hell. They barely even met him, why the hell do they like him so much? I mean, I hated him at first.

My mom smiled, "You too, sweetie, did you guys have fun?"

I nodded, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and tossing it to Blake before grabbing one for myself, "Yeah, the food was actually really good. We went to that place that we went to for Serena's birthday this year."

"Oh wow, that's a really nice place," my dad said with a head nod. I nodded in agreement and motioned for Blake to follow me, "We're going to go upstairs for a little bit."

As we went up the steps, I heard my dad yell, "Keep your door open, B!"

When we got to my room, I kept the door open like my dad asked as Blake made himself at home. He kicked off his sneakers and sprawled out on my bed on his stomach.

I laughed at the boy, but proceeded to get comfortable myself. I took off my heels and put them neatly into my closet before throwing a sweatshirt over my outfit that I already had on. I then put on a pair of nike high socks before sitting down at my desk chair.

As if on cue, my two dogs ran into my room, heading towards the stranger that they had never seen before. Our dogs were polar opposites, and I loved them like crazy. While Venice was a pitbull, Chicago was a tiny palmeranian.

Venice jumped onto the bed with ease and Blake instantly began petting her, "Awe, your dogs are so cute." Chicago sat at the bottom of the bed barking, something she often did cause she couldn't get on the bed herself.

I lifted the small puppy onto the bed, and she instantly went over to Blake, liking him. He laughed and pet both of the dogs at the same time.

"You know, I actually really like your room. And your bed is really comfortable," he said with a smirk on his face, making my cheeks slightly flush, "Don't get any ideas, Gray."

He ignored my comment and continued looking around the room. When he saw my beautiful One Direction and Niall Horan posters on the wall, he laughed. I just watched his features as he did so, and couldn't help but pay close attention as his features formed a frown on his face, "What's this for?"

When he held up the orange pill bottle that I forgot to move on my nightstand, my eyes instantly moved the the floor instead of his perfectly blue ones. What was I supposed to tell him, the truth?

I felt a hand on my arm and looked up to see that Blake was now crouched down in front of me, speaking softly, "Hey, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked you that. It's not my place."

I looked into his eyes that held curiosity yet patience and shook my head, "No, I'll tell you, I- I want to." He nodded and gave me a small, yet encouraging smile. Something inside me was telling me to pour my stupid problems out to this TikTok star.

"I- um, well, when I had just turned 15, I started getting a lot of attention on social media, and it really affected me. I started thinking terrible things about my body and started losing a lot of weight unhealthily. I was hospitalized for a little bit, and when I came out of the hospital, I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression. That's what the pill are for," I said as Blake looked at me with pained eyes, "But, I'm glad to say that almost two years later, I gained the healthy amount of weight back, and my depression is completely gone. Those pills are for anxiety, but it's not that bad anymore."

Blake frowned, "You left them out on the counter, though. Did you have to use them tonight?" I nodded, which made him frown, "I'm sorry if I made you feel nervous."

I shook my head, placing my hand on his hand that was on my arm, "No, it's not you. Don't think that your lame flirting is getting to me, Blake Gray," I said, trying to lighten the mood a little bit, "I just get anxious about going out in general. That's what social anxiety does to you."

Blake nodded, taking in a breath, "I've never really told anyone this but Bryce, but about 10 months ago I was hospitalized for the same reasons, too. I mean, I lost 45 pounds and I was already skinny before that. But I was able to overcome it as well."

My eyes slightly widened at what he was telling me. I mean, of all of his friends out there, why is he telling me this? Does he trust me enough to tell me this?

I stood up, causing Blake to stand up from his crouching position on the floor, and match me. I opened my arms up for him, causing him to grin and pull me in. My arms wrapped around his waist and his went around my shoulders, slightly squeezing me.

I inhaled his strong cologne and relaxed a little bit. Maybe Blake Gray wasn't so bad after all. He wasn't just this alpha-male tiktoker that he portrayed himself as on tiktok, but sensitive on the inside as well. Maybe being his friend wouldn't be so bad.

"How did it go, tell me everything- oh. I'll come back later," Serena said, stopping when she saw me and Blake in the middle of a long hug.

I pulled away from Blake, my cheeks probably redder than ever, "Um no, you're not interrupting anything." Blake let out a low chuckle at how flustered I got, but he didn't say anything.

"Não sei, você parece culpado," Serena said with a smirk on her face. (I don't know, you guys look guilty)

Ah. The lovely language of Portuguese. Did I fail to mention that we spoke the beautiful language? My mother is 100% Portuguese and taught us the language as we grew up. My sister and I could both understand and speak the language fluently, but my brother on the other hand only really understood it. He never actually spoke the language, but was able to understand what we were saying.

My dad, being married to my mom for 20 years, was able to occasionally pick up on most phrases, but definitely was not fluent.

I rolled my eyes at her, "Calate boca." (Shut up)

Blake looked at us super confused, "Okay, are you guys in some cult or something? What language is that?"

"Portuguese," I said, looking back into his eyes.

He held a smug look on his face, and I knew that something inappropriate was going to come out of his mouth.

"Shes not boring if she's foreign," he said, winking in my direction. I let out a sigh and looked down at the ground in disappointment.