closed minded; blake gray

20; boyfriend.

Just like Blake had asked, I told my manager about Friday, and we were now in fact going on a date. He told me that it wasn't a restaurant and I was confused on what it could possibly be since we were in the middle of a pandemic.

I was in the outfit above, and currently driving to sway, because Blake asked me to meet him there. I just assumed he was running late or something so I walked into the house.

I navigated my way through the oddly empty house, very confused. This house was never, ever empty. There was always at least a couple people there, causing some what of a ruckus.

When I walked into the kitchen, Blake stood there, setting down two plates on the table that was beautifully set up.

A soft gasp left my lips as I looked at the pretty scene around me. The table had a bunch of food on it, and it was set up perfectly. Then, all around the table all the way to the living room, there were beautiful fairy lights all over the walls.

Blake frowned when he saw me, "I thought you were gonna text me when you were here."

I was still looking around at the breath taking scenery, "I completely forgot... this is so pretty, Blake."

He smiled and came over to me, "Would it be cheesy if I said that it's not as pretty as you?"

I let out a laugh, "Very."

He leaned in and kissed me for a few seconds before pulling away, "Are you ready to eat?"

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Dinner was amazing, and after we finished eating, we were cuddling on the couch which was a normal thing for the two of us.

He put on the office but we weren't really watching, considering we were wrestling and being super playful.

"So, how do you think our first official date was?" Blake asked, sitting up a little bit and bringing me closer to him.

I smiled, looking up at him, "I loved it."

"Well, it's not over yet," he said with a small smile, moving so he could face me, "I need to ask you an important question."

My heart instantly started going crazy and it felt like I was slowly losing control of my breathing. Was he going to ask me to be his girlfriend? Now is not the time to have a panic attack.

Blake could sense my nervousness and he instantly grabbed my hand, squeezing it tightly, "If I'm making you nervous, I won't ask you."

I took in a breath, trying to control my breathing, "No, I-I'm just being dramatic, I'm fine."

Blake frowned, placing his hand that wasn't holding mine on my cheek, "Having anxiety doesn't make you dramatic, Bailey... ever. You know that, right?"

I nodded, "It just feels like it sometimes. I mean, some people would die for the person that they like to like them back, and here I am being dramatic and getting nervous."

Blake shook his head, "You're not being dramatic, I promise. You can't help anxiety, you just have to learn to deal with it."

I smiled, suddenly feeling much calmer than before, and beyond grateful that Blake was in my life. I really didn't deserve him.

I leaned in and kissed him, staying there for a few seconds. When I pulled away, he smiled, "What was that for?"

"For being there for me," I said with a soft smile, and out of nowhere he connected our lips again, bringing his other hand up to my cheek as well.

When we pulled away, I laughed, "What was that for?"

He shrugged, "I just feel like you're finally opening up to me. Before, you would tell me things, but never explain how you felt. Now, you're telling me how you're feeling and I love it."

"You make it easy, Blake Gray," I said honestly.

He smiled, "I'm happy that I can."

We just stayed there for a second, looking into each other's eyes. His eyes were this beautiful shade of dark blue that I've never seen anyone else have before. Looking into them made my stomach flutter with butterflies.

Just as I was about to look away, he spoke up.

"Be my girlfriend," he said quickly, "I mean, do you want to be my girlfriend?"

I chuckled at his little correction and said dramatically, "I would love to."

Blake grinned with excitement and he was about to lean in, but we heard the front door open, and what sounded like a bunch of people come in, "Blake?"

Blake frowned, "We're in here."

Bryce and a bunch of other people walked into the living room, "Sorry bud, I have you until 10, but now we have a party to throw!"

All of the people behind him cheered as they began opening the boxes of white claws.

Blake frowned and turned to me, "Sorry, I thought he'd give us more time. Now he's throwing a party...."

I laughed, "It's okay... you can come back to the hype house if you want? It'll be a lot quieter there and you can sleep peacefully."

Blakes head perked up a little bit, "Really?"

I nodded, "Yeah."

He smiled, pecking my lips, "Thanks, Bails. I'm gonna go pack a bag really quick, do you want to wait in the car for me?"

I nodded, getting off of the couch, "Be quick, I'm exhausted."

Blake quickly headed up the steps as I made my way out of the house, going out to my car.

I instantly FaceTimed Serena, who was in New York for a photo shoot right now, and added Avani to the call as well.

The both of them answered after a few rings and I grinned, "Guess who's not a single woman anymore?"

The two of them squealed, "AHHHH EERE SO HAPPY FOR YOU!"

I smiled, "Thanks for pushing me to even realize that I like him, because without you guys, I probably would've  driven him away."

"Yeah right, that guys is head over heels for you, there's no driving him away," Serena laughed, "Listen I love you, but I have to get back to this shoot... talk you you guys later?"

Avani and I both nodded at my sister , hanging up the phone after saying our goodbyes.

As I waited a little bit longer for Blake, I headed onto Instagram to post on my story.

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