Hey guys! So, made you wait for a little while again! Sorry! lol

Oh and ya, I wanted this chapter to be longer, but I liked where this one ended and well that's going to prevent me from going to bed at 2 in the morning... Plus I need to read "Le loud des steppes"! So I'm going to get to that! lol

Anyway, I still have two weeks of school now, it's my finals by the way so that's why the uploads are coming slower than usual, but then I'm out of school for three months and I think I'm not going to be working that much this summer! The flowers won't need me too much this time! lol

Sooo.. with that said, thanks guys for all the nice comments, they really mean a lot! And sorry if I can't reply to all of them but trust me, they really do mean a lot!

Oh and the song I put there... well I've been having a Annette Hanshaw phase lately and I think it's kinda fitting for our lovely "couple" ;P

So anyway! I'm not going to keep you away from reading any longer! ;P

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I spent the night tossing and turning in my bed. I couldn't sleep, I kept checking my phone, waiting for a call, and then arguing with myself on whether I should call him myself. I mean if I wanted to talk to him I shouldn't wait for him to call first. I could do it myself. I was a big girl. But I didn't want to sound obsess, even though it was pretty freaking obvious I was! Surely he must have been noticing it by now!

My mind was bleh! I skipped from one idea to the other; I honestly believed for a second that I was having fever or something.

"Call him, don't call him. Would you just stop thinking about him! He's hot... I almost kissed him. Crap crap crap! What would have happened? If I had kissed him. Did he want to kiss me? WHY would he want to kiss me? I feel like throwing up..."

I mean what would have happened if I had kissed him? Would he have said something like "You were drunk, I didn't take it seriously. Oh cause it meant something for you? Because it didn't for me."

Ya that had to be it.

I mean why the HELL would he want to kiss me other then a one time thing? I had nothing particular to offer, no super-making-out skills, there were hundreds of girls more beautiful then me, smarter than me, funnier than me, just basically better. Why would he want ME? He couldn't want me. Because truthfully, no one really wanted me.

Wow, this was getting into a self-questioning crap-whatever. What bizarre thing alcohol did to my system...

But like honestly, the only boyfriend I had ever had was freaking gay! That's how awesome I was!

Ugh! I hated this, hated to question myself over such pathetic thing! I should just kiss the freaking crap outta him and just get it over with! And then he would be like "Okaaaay..." and we would stop speaking and I would get over it at one point.

Ya that sounded like a reasonable plan.

Not!

Sleep sleep sleep! That's what I needed right now! To freaking sleep!

UGH!

Okay, honestly, if I wasn't going to do anything, I might as well just stop questioning myself. I was not going to just kiss him like that, so I should just stop THINKING about it. It was pathetic and I deserved a slap in the face for it!

When I finally fell asleep, the sun had begun to rise.

I woke up in the afternoon, kinda bump about the fact that I had missed almost an entire day. That's what happened when you went to bed late... or early, sort of...

I got out of bed and downstairs, but no one was there. I grabbed a muffin on the counter and went back upstairs, to find dad in his study.

"Hey, where's Tyler?" I asked my father who was standing behind his desk, typing on his computer.

Was he still at Landon's? I wanted to talk to him about the whole "getting back at Blake" thing. I mean if Blake didn't want to talk about it, I'd force it out of Ty. And I'm sure he would be happy to brag about it, whatever it was!

"Hmmm.... Oh he's shooting hoops outside" my father trailed eyes fixed on his screen.

"Thanks" I smiled and was about to get out and close the door but dad called my name before I could.

"You got home late last night kid..." he trailed, looking up from his work.

"Ya, after game party, I had told you hadn't I?" I frowned.

"Yes you had... but can't a father ask questions?"

Not again!

I rolled my eyes.

"What is this about this time?"

"Nothing, I'm just making sure you're behaving. I don't want you to think that because we had that little talk the other night means I'm going to drop my job as a dad. It's not because you told me not to worry that I'm going to stop worrying." He started to rant, that amuse smile still playing on the edge of his lips.

Why was everyone having fun at my expense?

I rolled my eyes again "I know dad, I wasn't expecting you to!"

"Good, because I'm watching, don't forget that! I'm always watching. Like a shark!" he grinned.

"Okay, one, bad comparison, and two, you sound freaky when you say thing like that dad!" I told him snorting.

He started to laugh "I'm really not good with parental authority aren't I? I don't get why you guys don't take me seriously!"

I smiled at him "We take you seriously, you're just the least strict person there is out there"

"That's not true, if I was the least strict person out there... well I don't even want to imagine how things would be going on here... I don't know if you've notice this yet, but your brother has weird tendencies..." he grinned again and I burst laughing.

"Ya I noticed!" I said, still laughing faintly.

My father laughed too and then took a breath you know the "well I think our job is done here" kind of breath and said "Anyway... you can go do whatever you wanted to do just remember-"

I stopped him "You're watching... like a shark!"

Dad smiled "Like a shark!"

I shook my head, chuckling and got out, closing the door behind me, my dad going back to his work.

I skipped down the stairs and then walked out the door, and toward the side of the house following the drumming sound of the basket ball on the asphalt, to get to Ty.

"Ten bucks you can't shoot five three points in a row!"

"That's a lot of numbers in one sentence" Tyler laughed, still dribbling.

"Don't think you can do it?" I smirked a little.

"Is there a point for you coming here or you just wanted to be a pain in my ass?"

"Language, Tyler Grayson!" I laughed and then stole the ball away from him.

I stood in front of the basket and then shot the ball, using the strength in my legs more than the one in my arms, my right hand following the trajectory, until the ball got in.

I smiled to myself. I hadn't lost my touch.

Tyler went to pick up the ball and dribbled a little.

It was a nice day. The sky was clear, not a cloud stopping the sun from shining. It was still a little windy but it wasn't the cold fall weather yet. If it hadn't been for the leaves losing their bright greenness it would have been exactly like a cool summer day.

"So, you had fun last night?" he asked me, rolling the ball in his hands to place it right and then raised it and shot.

"Ya... YOU had fun last night"

Tyler had an evident smirk in his face when he got back with the ball.

"He told you?"

"Well he said you were a dick but he didn't get into specifics" I answered.

"And you want to know what I did?" Tyler grinned even wider.

Tyler passed me the ball and I answered, dribbling "I'm curious!"

"You're going to be mad"

"If I were you I wouldn't worry about me, and worry about Blake come back..." I trailed, snorting but went on "Come on! Just tell me!"

Tyler still grinning, finally answered "Filled his locker with tampons and left a nice little note"

Damn it! That idiot!

"You're a dick!" I told him, pocking him on the chest with my forefinger.

"Aww please! You'd have laughed!"

"What the hell did you wrote on the note"

I was worried now!

"Well it went like "So apparently you buy a lot of those and it looks like your "time of the month" is close and we wouldn't want you to bleed all over the field, now would we Blakina? Don't worry, it's fine, we won't judge you and your vagina""

Okay now I was pissed.

"You idiot! You did that cause he bought me tampons? Because he took care of me and was nice? You think that's going to encourage him to be nice again!?" I started to tell him, mad.

"Don't worry; I doubt he'll stop stalking you!" Tyler laughed.

I almost answered "How can you be sure?"

I mean who knew, maybe we would just stop speaking unexpectedly, like so many people did, or when this year would be over, when High School would be over we'd never see each other again...

Whatever he wanted to believe I'd miss the jerk.

Well, truthfully he wasn't a jerk... he was just Blake.

And I didn't want for anything stupid my brother did to put my friendship with Blake in jeopardy, and shorten it.

Alright bad thoughts away!

I didn't want to think about the time ahead right now, about a future without High School and seeing Blake everyday.

A future without Blake sounded oddly unappealing.

How pathetic was I becoming?

I sighed heavily and then slapped my brother on the back of the head "You better not pull a stunt like that again!"

"Hey! I was just getting revenge!"

"You started it!!"

"Whatever!" Tyler still laughed.

I narrowed my eyes at him.

That little punkass! He better not do anything again or he would get in trou-A-ble!

"Calm down big sis, I won't piss your boyfriend again as long as he doesn't try anything funny again"

"He's not my boyfriend" I informed him, rolling my eyes and shot the ball but it rebounded on the ring of the net.

"Sure sure" Tyler still laughed.

"Alright let's change subject shall we!" I frowned "What are you doing today?"

"Dad's going to bring me to the stores so I can buy new bed sheets" Tyler snorted picked up the ball.

"Well, don't try to do any voodoo freaky thing with them alright? Last thing we need is for you to bring back some serial killer from the dead or something!"

"Don't worry, I'm just going to roll naked in them"

I chuckled "Isn't that what you did with the last ones?"

"Among many things yes, but I think Vanessa would mind the dead bird smell if I let those other sheets... and the poo smell too..." Tyler trailed thoughtfully.

"Oh my god! You put dog poop in Anna's bed sheets!!?" I exclaimed, my eyes bulging.

Eww!

Ty smirked "Who talked about dog poop?"

My eyes almost popped out of their sockets "Oh god!"

That earned me one of Ty's machiavellian laugh.

"You're sick!"

"You love me!" Ty still laughed.

"Sick!" I just said, pointing him.

I didn't want to hear more about it, though I knew that I'd probably laugh about it tomorrow, so I started to head back inside the house

"Hey Lex!?" Ty called after me before I could go too far, so I turned around, worried about what was the next thing he'd share with me "Is... is Vanessa's favourite color still purple?"

Aww...

I smiled at him "Ya, but dark purple not that pale baby purple"

"Ya I remembered that..." Ty half smiled.

Still smiling I turned around and went back inside.

I should call Alex and see what had happened with him. I took the phone in the kitchen and dialed his number.

His mom answered. And he was out for a walk, with Travis.

I didn't ask her to tell him I had called.

Alex needed to deal with whatever was happening with him and he needed to deal with this without me.

I pondered for a second, my back against the counter and then called Daph.

"No!" she answered.

"What?"

"I will NOT help you put on that leather suit, if we can even consider it a suit"

"Are you high?" I snorted.

"Yes, I'm high on Bob Marley!"

"Well dose off a little!" I laughed.

"Party pooper! So what's up?"

"Well, want to do something?"

"Sure, but I'm going out in a few... but I mean you could always come..."

"You called the flea market guy!?" I beamed.

"Nope! I'm going to Jeff's, we're doing an "Oh my god I'd rather be eaten by those zombies then keep on watching this shit" marathon!"

"Bad zombie movies?"

"Ya, we're starting with "Redneck Zombies" want to come?"

"And be the third wheel, no thanks! And what about your flea market guy, already forgot about him?"

"Please me and Jeff is NOT happening, we just enjoy common things. Oh and the flea market guy is out of my mind. I move on... unlike other people!" she laughed mischievously.

"Go to hell"

"Well technically I'm going to watch the high way of hell, you know Route 666, so does that count?"

"Sure!" I laughed "Well, have fun!"

"What? You're not coming?"

"I think I'll pass..."

"Your loss!" she laughed again, and hung up.

I sighed heavily, hanging up too and then thought about what I should be doing.

I walked to the living room and opened the Tv, trying to find something interesting to watch but I just zapped through every channel.

I tried to call Vanessa to get some news but I got her send to vocal message.

Tyler and dad left few minutes later, and I was all alone.

It was four o'clock and I had pretty much waste a day and done nothing with my last butt.

And a little voice in my head kept repeating "Call Blake, call Blake, call Blake" over and over again.

And it was getting annoying.

Because I really wanted to call him... and there was really no reason why I couldn't right?

I should stop torturing myself like this and just call him.

There wasn't anything wrong with calling him!

And now that I thought about what I had realize while talking with Ty outside earlier... that at one point I could stop seeing him, if we went to college far away or he just got bored with me... I wanted to spend time with him, to make sure that that wouldn't happen!

So I stopped fighting with myself for nothing and called him.

He picked up after a few rings

"Ya?"

Okay bad idea, bad idea.

What do I say?

"Hey Blake. What's up?"

"Ouu I know that voice! You're missing me, aren't you?"

Oh crap! Am I that easy to figure out... crap crap crap!

"Stop thinking! Answer! You'll look dumb if you don't fast enough!" I shouted in my head

"Get over yourself Blake, I'm just thoroughly bored! Everyone abandoned me!" I said, trying to sound convincing, and well bored

"Is that your hooker?!" I heard a voice scream in the background.

"No Josh it's not a hooker..." Blake sighed, his voice a little away from the phone but I could still hear it.

"Are you gonna CALL a hooker!?" Josh screamed again.

I had to laugh at that...

I mean after spending very little time with Josh I had already realized that you couldn't take his words too seriously.

"No Josh I'm not gonna call a hooker!" Blake said, his tone still discouraged.

"Why? Are you implying you have problems with hookers? You now they're normal human beings just like you and me!!"

"I'm not calling a hooker Josh!" Blake answered and now he really sounded annoyed.

Laughing, I told him "You know what? Why don't I let you two go back to whatever you were doing..."

I mean okay I would have enjoyed seeing Blake, but at least I knew he wasn't out with some bimbo so I was still a little happy about that.

"What? Wait no, just let me... Josh! What the hell! Get away! No! Shit! You idiot! Wait no!" Blake started to ramble, and it sounded like he was fighting or something.

"Hello hooker!" Josh said on the other end of the line.

"I'm not a hooker Josh!" I answered shaking my head.

"Really? Cause I'm totally okay with it if you are!"

"Well glad to hear that but I'm not"

"Shame... oh well... you coming over?

"What?"

"Are you coming over? Est-ce que tu t'en viens? Yo-"

I stopped him before he started to confuse me too much because I had no freaking clue what the last part of his speech had just meant "No I mean, what do you mean am I coming over?"

"I'm inviting you in a way that won't make you feel like you aren't part of the horde"

"I don't even know where you live!" I snorted but truthfully, I kinda like really wanted to go...

I mean Blake was there... and Josh was funny!

And then before I even knew it Josh was ordering me to take a sheet and a pen and write the direction to his loft.

I tried not to skip around while doing so.

I mean this was ridiculous; it was like I had never gone out before!

But this was different! I was getting included in a part of Blake's life barely a few, if not any one had access...

The new obsessive Lexi really enjoyed that!

"You need me to repeat?" Josh asked when he was done

"Nope, I'm good."

"Alright... oh and if you see a guy that introduce himself as Gigglypop in front of the building... don't make eye contact alright?"

"Okay should I be scared?"

"Very! See you in a few! Oh and bring clothes you don't mind dirtying up!" Josh said and hung up, before I could argue or ask question or even speak with Blake again or anything.

Alright... what the hell was I getting myself into again?