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Part 26

I sat down on the couch, while Kieran sat on the carpet, playing with his toys. The front door slammed shut, signaling Blake's leave. Today had been going so well... Does he not think I'm stressed too? I don't want to move, but we have to! It's the start to our future. The wedding is in two months! Kieran's birthday is in six... He has to learn to talk to me about this stuff, I mean,  I am going to be his wife! It's almost like it doesn't mean anything to him, or he's just going through the right motions. This is bad...I shouldn't be second guessing my husband to be two months before the wedding! This cant end well... -Blake's POV- Shit. I got her mad. "Call before you come back?" Thats bad. There's just so much going on! I can't give up the Finals, this is going to make my career. A ring, and the first one is always the hardest to get and after that I'll be able to lead the team to the Finals again and again. This is what everyone has been waiting for. If I fail, the critics will have a field day and I'll be a joke. Winning is everything. I've worked so hard. Winning will have all types of sponsorships at my feet. It'll be fantastic for us. I'll be able to support us even after I retire. We can live in California forever with my bank account. What the hell type of statistic is "5 years and you'll go bankrupt"? Kieran is fine, I know it, Riley is totally over reacting. The only reason we're going to the damn doctor in New York is to placate her. The wedding is done. Moving, all we need are our clothes and we can sell the houses as is for a higher price. Donate the extra shit to good will. I don't need it, neither does she! I should probably go apologize before she gets too angry with me... Although she probably already is. Screw it. I'm going to DJ's. -Riley's P.O.V.- It's six. He should have called by now. He left six hours ago! Where could he have gone? I picked up my phone, clicking on DJ's contact. "Hey girl! How is youuuuu?" DJ slurred his sentence, drunken giggling happening in the background. "Is Chris there?" "Mayyyyybee." I heard shuffling on the other end, along with some shouting. "Hello?" "Hey Chris. Is Blake there?" "Yeah. Do you want to talk to him?" "No, that's alright. I just wanted to know where he was. Do I have to come pick him up?" "What? No! Not at all! He hasn't had a drop to drink. DJ just decided to get plastered. Should I send Blake home?" "That would be great. Thanks, Chris. Take care of D." "Will do." I hung up, and Kieran toddled over to me. "Hey bubba!" I picked up my baby, tickling his stomach. His laughter rang out, drowning out Blake's entrance. "Uh, hey." Blake nervously scratched the back of his neck, his hand in his pocket. "Hi." I said curtly. "Look, I'm sorry. I-" "How would our marraige work?" "What?" "How would it work-" I asked again, "if you refuse to communicate with me?" I set Kieran down, moving to stand in front of my fiancé. I crossed my arms. "I know you're stressed. I am too. I'm a young mother, and every mom makes mistakes. Since you're so exceptionally good at what you do, you're famous. People are interested in you, and to an extent, me. Every move I make is scrutinized. Do you know how many people have called me a bad mother? Do you know how angry it makes me to have a complete stranger tell me my best isn't good enough and I'm wrong because YOU'RE  famous? I don't want fame, or even the money. I don't want it..." I looked away, before picking up Kieran, and entering the kitchen. I filled a pot with water while Blake stood in the doorway, watching me. "If you don't want it, I'll quit." I sighed, and turned around. "I don't want you to quit. I just...you can't do that Blake. It makes me feel like maybe marriage is a mistake. Maybe we shouldn't get married. Maybe the right person for us is still out there..." "I don't believe that at all. I know that you're supposed to be my wife. I've known it since I met you.We have a beautiful son. All this hasn't happened to us just to call it quits and walk away. I'll fight for our imperfect perfection until you tell me to go away, and even then I may not stop. I love you and our family. If you don't feel the same, I'll leave, and try to understand. I'll win you back." He stated determinedly. While the water boiled on the stove, I looked to Kieran, who was quietly watching us. I laced my fingers through his hair, pushing it back. Blake swept forward, taking my face in his big hands. "Stop over thinking it." He whispered, before crushing his lips to mine. My pulse started to race, and my body reacted to him  involuntarily. My hands rested on his broad shoulders, pulling him closer. He pulled away, and I rested my head on his shoulder, while he held me close. "Are there any doubts left?" He kissed my temple. "None." He pecked my lips, letting me go so I could finish dinner. He sat with Kieran, talking to him. "You want food, little man?" Kieran nodded, and Blake's forehead creased. "Use your words." I looked back to what I was doing. Silence echoed throughout the kitchen, and I looked back to my boys. They were staring at each other. Blake was trying to get him to speak, and Kieran, equally as stubborn, was not speaking. "Blake! Stop!" "What?" He looked up at me, confused. "Leave him alone. We all have a big week ahead of us, and I'd rather not agitate him before dinner." "Alright," He sighed. "I was meaning to tell you the games got moved up. We're leaving tomorrow." "Blake! You have to tell me this stuff! I have so much to do! What about Kieran's appointment? That's not for another week!" "I called and moved it up. You still have to pack for us." "Lovely." I huffed. We had dinner, and I gave Blake a list of what he had to do. "You have to stop the mail, pick up Advil, coloring books, crayons, and anything else you think you might need. Bring Kieran out with you andI'll continue with my work here." I zipped the last suitcase, and started to clean the house. I laid out Kieran's pajamas, and the things we had to wait to pack last minute. Toothbrushes, hairbrushes, etc. I finished cleaning house, and plopped down on the couch to rest when Blake sauntered in with his arms full, and Kieran walking, holding onto Blake's pinky, as it was the only part of him not carrying a bag. It was adorable. Blake set down the bags, and I started to sort the things, putting them into our carry ons. Blake and I didn't need more entertainment than our phones and each other. I'm hoping Kieran will sleep most of the trip, but knowing how much he loves planes, it's not likely. I finished, and took Kieran to put him in the bath and bathe him so he was clean for tomorrow. Blake and I would be able to shower in the morning but Kieran takes more time in the bath than Blake and I combined. In fact, getting him in the bath was quite the feat. I loved his bath time though. When he was an infant it was an amazing time to bond, with the soapy water and my surprise baby. Now, it's as special, but different, because Blake is here. He sits next to me on the floor, or on the toilet, and talks to us. On the occasion, he'll even tell me to go do something so he can have the time with Kier. Admittedly, when Kieran is old enough to shower himself, I will miss this. High school seems so far away, but I remember when high school seemed that way for me. Not in 1,000 years did I think I would be a mom at 21. Or getting married by 24. I thought 26 at the earliest and 30 for kids. Looking at my husband to be and my son, though, I wouldn't change a thing. {A/N: This is the end of the book! THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY. All this means is that there is a sequel under a separate name, and chapters are starting off at one again. I think I'm going to write three books for this series. Thanks to everyone who read the book and continues to read! I love you all forever and I'm trying to update as fast as I can. School is so hard though that I literally broke down crying (in school) Monday. Not my day. Thanks to everyone who reviews and continues to review! I love to talk to you and get to know you! Once again, so sorry for the long wait and this chapter is unedited!! xox another-blake-griffin-fanfiction}

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Chapter 44

Chapter 44 Blake's diary. The sunlight shined through the blinds and into my eyelids. I groaned, slowly peeking my eyes opened. Gia was huddled into my chest, deep in her sleep. My arms and legs were wrapped like tentacles around her. I kissed her sweet forehead and left the bed, attempting to be quiet. I changed shirts, from a white Jordan shirt to a white Nike shirt. As I tiptoed out the room, I ran into the bookstand next to the door, awaking Gia as the books clashed down. "Shit" mumbling every curse word, I picked the up the CDs, books, movies that had fallen out. I looked over my shoulder, glimpsing at Gia who squinted at me, laughing at my misery that should be hers. "You're a dork you know" she giggled, laid down on the bed, hugging her pillow. Fuck the books, Gia's awake. I ran to the bed and threw myself at it. I wrapped my arms around her, "Good morning" I mumbled onto her neck. "Good morning" she replied. I ran my fingers through her hair, starring into her eyes. The same eyes used to stare at every morning. The same eyes I missed. The same eyes I know I'll never ever let go again. I kissed her forehead, feeling her face muscles widen on my chest. "Blake?" She called out. "Yes boo?" "Boo?" She chuckled, furrowing her eyebrows. "I'm trying to spice up our relationship here" truth is I'm not the romantic type at all. so when ever I see movie or a show or a cute couple, I try to imitate there vocabulary. Boo is a word I don't think I'll be using again. But at least she was smiling. She laughed "anyways, I have to leave in a while" "Why? Don't tell me, work" I fumed up on the inside. My plans were staying here the whole weekend, kayaking with the group, beach, dinner dates, everything. Friday, Saturday and Sunday but Gia had other plans that killed me on the inside. "That's how I feel during the regular season" Gia bluntly said. I gazed at her in astonishment. And no matter how much I stared at Gia she never surrendered. Not once did she ever look at me. "Well- I guess works works" I broke the silence. Gia hugged me tighter and went to go change clothes. Grabbing her suitcase, Gia picked out her floral blue dress with brown TOMS to go along and a denim jacket. I concentrated more on what she was thinking than what she was wearing. Sometimes I wonder what goes on in her head. * * * Gia's diary. I kept refreshing my iMessage, wondering when Blake would text back. I sighed, practically throwing my phone onto the table. "Woah Gia" Autumn chuckled "chillax" "No Autumn, I'm not going to 'chillax'" I air quoted, massaging my temples. "I'm worried-" "About what?" Autumn skeptically glared at me. "He got a little upset about you coming back but guess what: just like when you needed space when he's gone, he gonna need that space right because you're gone" Autumn wasn't lying. Even though our age difference sometimes was a disadvantage, this was a moment were it wasn't. Jalisti was no longer around and neither was Liza, autumn seemed to be the only one for me. But I couldn't shake this feeling off of me. I just wanted this day to be over and end up along Blake's side. "You're right: I'm over exaggerating" I softly spoke. Autumn's big black eyes piercing through me. "He'll call when's he ready" "There's some trust issues between y'all that needs to get fixed" the blunt tone, the careless shrugs from autumn didn't comfort me at all. I didn't respond. Deep down inside, it was true. I want happiness. Talking, deliberating our problems, would cause more pain I'm already hiding on the inside. "You're good at smiling" Autumn mumbled. "Huh?" My eyes exploded open, confused on her comment that was clear to me but the meaning of it was unclear. "Time to get back to work. Boss is waiting on us" Good save Autumn. She calls it how she sees it. I grabbed my bag and walked out, side by side Autumn. Six agonizing hours went by and my Friday shift was completed. Working at a front desk wasn't the issue. My issue was my butt got too numb from those plastic chairs. I drove home with my butt in pain and my head swirling around Blake. I didn't dare to check my phone. I pulled up to my driveway to see a sliver Mercedes parked across my driveway. Only one ginger man did that. I threw my passenger door open, resulting in it coming back faster to me. But I didn't care. I cringed my toes inside my TOMS and ran to Blake Griffin. I ran to into Blake's arms, never feeling so happy to see him. "Babe" I squealed. My legs were wrapped around his waist, as his arms were wrapping my waist. My underwear was definitely flashing. "You seem so happy" Blake put me down, smiling into my burning soul. "Am I happy is an understatement" I replied with a smile. He smiled back "Were you worried after I never answered my phone?" "Duh! I was ready to go to the hookah bar to let some steam out" He laughed and pulled me into him. Blake pecked my lips, but I wasn't kissing back, but instead I was smiling. I felt his hands reach down to my ass, causing me to jump. As perfect triangle he groped them. "Blake" I mumbled, playfully slapping his arm. "I have neighbors" I murmur. "But I wanna show you off" Blake replied, evilly grinning. "Great you can show me off to my new fish" I said. "Fish?" A skeptical look crossed his face with a smirk. "Yah- I got a fish named Pedro" "Show me" Blake said. We went into my house, and right away I showed off my fish. Blake said he'd prefer to eat the fish, so he's no longer allowed to visit Pedro. Blake had already ordered Chinese food that was on its way and now we waited patiently for it. He seemed much more attentive to what I had to say. He listened more than talked. Odd. Something was up and I couldn't figure out what it was. "Foods here" Blake yells from the front door. I put my phone down and clear the table off. "Holy- smells good" I said. Blake smiled and put the food out. We ate in silence. I guess both of us were hungry. We exchanged glimpses at each other constantly. I felt his eyes roam to somewhere else, my turn to look. Blake's eyes were "glued" to his food but I knew he noticed my eyes. "Blake what's wrong?" I asked, breaking the ice as my mother would say. "What do you mean?" He replied "You seem- weird, as if something was wrong" "I'm just a little-" blake licked his lips, swallowing the words that were going to he spoken. "Never mind" Something was wrong and he wasn't telling me. Instead of talking, he played around by trying to shove some chicken down my throat. "Common just eat it Gia" Blake threaten me with some chicken and a fork. "Blake" I squirmed my head away "please just tell me" "Tell you what?" His chuckle faltering. "What's wrong" "After you left this morning, I felt horrible. I felt like our time schedules get in the way of us-" I played with the tips of hair, swirling them in a circle around my finger. Blake's face didn't show much emotion. "We'll find time" I softly said. "No it's not that. It doesn't even have to do with you" he dissed. "Than what is it?" "When you left, I felt like a horrible boyfriend. I don't want to let you down or seem like I'm a bad guy-" My stomach turned. Are we really having this conversation? "Blake-" "Gia listen. Please" he begged. "In my 24 years of life, I haven't had a real girlfriend. I've had 4 girlfriends and non of them mean anything to me" "Gia I've awaken in a random girls bed and I feel pleasured but horrible. I've let you go once and I'm afraid that if I don't learn how to treat you, I'll loose you again. Loosing you would mean that old lifestyle and I hated it" Blake's words hurt. But his face expression was harder to take. I took his hand, putting it up to my face. He smiled. Softly rubbing my face with the palm of his hand. "Blake, you're a great boyfriend. We all make mistakes and we get forgiven for them. Don't let them follow you" He smiled. The most fake smile he's given. It hurts for me to know that he thinks that. "I wouldn't ask for another boyfriend" He finally smile with a chuckle. "Thank you Gia" "I love you" I said. "I love you too" my heart was finally at peace with those words. I guess that's what was bothering him. We watched a movie that we both fell asleep in. It felt great going to sleep in his arms and waking up on his lips.

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Chapter 30

Chapter 30 Gia's diary "Here you go" Austin said, handing me the bowl cereal. "Thanks babe" I said, patting the couch for him to sit. "Such a nice Friday" he shrugged, staring out the window. I nodded, taking a bite of my captain crunch cereal. "Wanna watch sportscenter?" He suggested. "Sure" I nodded. He turned on the tv. Sliding closer to me and putting his arm around me, I looked into his hazel and smiled. He smiled back but for short, after sportscenter came back from commercial. I ate my cereal in peace as Austin attentively watched the tv. "Next on sportscenter, how will the Memphis beat the LA clippers as they head to the first round of the playoffs" the commentator said, having a slide show of the clips, including Blake. I turned away or down to look at my cereal and ignore his face. I no longer heard his name so I excused myself to the kitchen. I washed the dishes, looking out to the beautiful Friday morning it was. The birds hummed, the flowers were blossoming, and it was my birthday! 23 years old! I felt old, like really old, it's life I guess. The difference from all the other birthdays is this one I didn't feel excited or enthusiastic. I felt Austin's long arms wrapped around my waist, along with his breath all over me. "Happy birthday babe" I smiled and unwrapped myself but instead wrapped myself into him. He held me tight while sniffing my hair. "That tickles" I chuckled, pulling away. He grabbed my hand played with it "You're right I should stop, it's your birthday" he grinned. "That's right" I replied. I lingered my fingers in between his. Staring at them, it made me have an uneasy feeling. Austin lifted my head with his finger tips, kissing our hands as he looked passionately at me "I love you" he said. I quietly sighed to myself "Uh so were still going out tonight right?" I questioned. His smile faded quickly and so did mine "yeah, we are" "Oh okay, I'll get ready for us to go do our errands" I said, putting up the biggest fake smile. He nodded and walked away, doing the same as I. Fake smiling. "Austin" I called out. He stopped before he entered the living room. "It's almost our 1 month anniversary" I enthusiastically said. "Yeah it is" he smiled. His smile made me feel a lot better but his faded faster than my suntan did. Quietly, I kicked the bottom of the counter in frustration. Why did Austin keep saying I love you? I feel right saying it yet but he it was the 5th time he had said it. I felt rude and felt as if I was making him feel unappreciated. He's done so much for me but I can't say that back, no matter what. After a morning of errands I dropped Austin off at his job and left. I went to lunch with Jalisti. "Gia!!!" Jalisti yelled. She ran to me and practically ran me over. "Oh my gosh Jalisti" I giggled. She pulled me up and wiped off the dirt from my floral loose dress. "Happy birthday" she yelled again. "Thanks Girl" I chuckled as I held tight onto her. "Lets eat, I'm Hun-gar-y" she said. I followed her inside as we sat next to a nice view. "So how's life?" Jalisti asked. I watched as she drank her frozen lemonade. "Good I guess. Austin said he loved me again" I said dully. "Again? I think you need to talk to him and let him know, it's waay to early for you to respond" Jalisti strongly responded. I slightly smiled "I don't know" "Have you told Blake about the baby yet?" Jalisti asked. I gulped down my drink. My face went pale "no" Jalisti studied my face closely. She observed me as if I were doing a crime. "He has a right to know" she added. I looked her in the eyes, I wished I couldn't but her big brown pupils followed you so closely, you could not look away. I slowly chewed my food "do you think he'll get mad?" She shrugged "I'd doubt it. His emotions are different from me to you and from what I've seen his gentle with you" "But it's-" "Gia" she mumbled. I stuffed the fork back in my mouth and chewed silently. Silence was for the rest of the lunch. She didn't talk nor did I. Her face seemed drowned in sadness. The feeling I had worked so hard to get out of my system found its way back in. "It's the clippers first playoff game this Sunday" Jalisti finally spoke up. I smiled to hear her speak but frowned to know it was about the clippers "Im aware of that" "We should go" she suggested. I shrugged and finished my last bite of salmon salad. Soon we left the restaurant. She went back to the studio and I went to pick up Austin. But the LA traffic always killed me. "The way I love you" I sang along to the radio as I impatiently waited in traffic. "I love the way, you make me feel, I love it, I love it" The vibration of my phone bothered the side of my leg where it was stuffed. "Hey Gia. Happy birthday" I read out loud. A smile widened my face. I had been getting theses all day, so I didn't check who they were from. "Thanks 😊" I texted back. I stuffed my phone back in and looked out to the city. My phone vibrated again but this time it was my sister Krystal. I send a message thanking her and Blake's name caught my attention. I face palmed myself. "He's the one that texted me stupid" I whispered to myself. I didn't bother to look back at the text where I thanked him with a emoji face. I chuckled at my stupidity, or confusion, either one. I placed my elbow on the windshield, looking out to the city. I wandered aimlessly around the parking lot waiting for Austin. I spotted him running at full speed at me. "Babe" I squealed, running away from him. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in for a bear hug "What's up?" He mumbled onto my forehead. "Nothing much" I shrugged. "Can I ask you Something?" He said. "Why is it that you're so dull with me but with Blake you were full of excitement and outgoing personality" "Because your not Blake"

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Chapter 29 (part I/II of this weekends double header)

Chapter 29 Blake's diary. I wrapped my arms around Tiffany and hovered over her. She wiggled her way out holding her abdominal "no Blake, please" she begged. I put the frosting down and handed her a napkin with the biggest smirk on my face "I'm sorry". She chuckled and bumped my side "okay, but you'll regret it" she said with a senses full say. A remarkable smirk also upon her face. "Better take those cupcakes out of the oven" I suggested. "So bossy" she chuckled, studying my outfit which was some blue shorts and a white Jordan tee. "It's okay Tiffany" I said taking a step into her. I felt her sweet breath on my lips, chest to chest "I know you gotta check me out" I bragged. She chuckled as she stood with a hand on her hip and the other on the counter, mockingly staring at me. I looked over my shoulder and found my phone flashing. "Missed call: Gia" I looked around, wondering why it didn't ring. Most importantly, why did she call? "Hey Tiff" I called out. "Yeah" she replied as her voice echoed in my house. Chaney barked, he hated echoes. "Did my phone ring?" She stuck her head out over the the wall and grey counter "no" she nodded. I stared at it for a while. I couldn't decide on whether to call back or not. I went to the bathroom and texted Gia. A simple text wouldn't hurt. "Is everything okay?" I texted. I went back out to Tiffany who was frosting the cupcakes. "That looks amazing!" I said, sticking my finger deep in one of the chocolate cupcakes. She quickly snapped and smacked my hand "Na-uh" she signaled. She confidently walked away and set the cupcakes on the coffee table in the living room. I watched as she set it all up. She walked like a boss but the way she acted was completely different from how she talked. She walked by and bumped my shoulder, she smiled "no help?" I smiled back and headed to the kitchen after a quick glimpse of what was missing. Just as I poured milk into the cups my phone vibrated. Gia responded. "It's all fine" I locked my iPhone screen and headed to the living room. I set the 2 milk cups down on the coffee table and sat cris-cross on the floor across from Tiffany. "Shall we dive in?" I said in a English accent. She chuckled "yes we shall" she replied in the same accent. We ate silently but I understood why, the cupcakes were Amazing! Of corse I didn't bake them but I helped. I watched Tiffany delicately eat her cupcakes compared to I who devours them. "Tiff" I said. "Yeah" she unwrapped another cupcake. "What's your ethnicity?" I asked. She finished crewing and grabbed a napkin "I'm African America and Caucasian but mostly white" she said as she paused to gulp down the milk "my dads mixed and my moms full white so I usually say white" "You?" She added "Same except my dads full black but I say I'm mixed" She nodded diving back to her cupcake. "Damn tiff" I chuckled. "What?" She responded with her mouth full of cupcakes. "Oh my, that's attractive" I chuckled. "When aren't I?" "Oh stop it" I requested with a grin. She laughed back, licking her fingers clean from the frosting. She picked up the tray of food and went to kitchen. I followed behind, staring at her behind but I couldn't resist. I had a thing for yoga pants and her body shape? How could I not. She got to the sink and quickly turned around practically hitting my face with her hair "stop staring" she demanded. I chuckled at ground, making sure she didn't see me blush. I looked up and saw her smiling with a frosting on the side of her mouth "you got something" I pointed out. She couldn't seem to get it. "Here" I said, closing in on her. I grabbed a napkin and cleaned her. I pulled away and stared into her eyes. She stared back at me but only she kept looking back at my lips and eyes. I closed my eyes and leaned in. We touched lips. I small peck a sensation. I felt her rise up on her tippy-toes and lean in. I grabbed her waist pulling her closer to me. Putting her hands on my chest and pulling away Tiffany looked frightened. "Tiff" I called out. She crossed her arms, conferring herself. "I'm sorry it was all me-" "No Blake" she interrupted. "It was me, I should've never even-" she paused and turned away. Her reflection in the window seemed sadden. "Tiff, what's wrong?" I asked. "Why did I ever get involved" she mumbled. Her voice sounded giddily. "What do you mean?" I asked. I patted her back but she shouldered me away. "I mean by why did I ever meet you? Why is it I like you bu-" "I like you too" "No you don't!" She yelled. "You like me because I was there when Gia wasn't. But reality is she's the only person who has been there for you. You're just blind and can't see it" "Blake" she calmly said "We weren't meant to be, it's you and Gia" "No it's not" I barked back. "Why is it were not together if we were meant to be?" "I don't Blake, you should be able to answer that yourself" she shrugged. She walked to the front door with her stuff. She looked back "Bye Blake" she closed the door. "What the fuck?" I chuckled. I covered my face with my hands, walking to my room. Everything changed so quickly, I lost both Gia and Tiffany. But could tiffany be right? I scrolled down Instagram as I thought to myself. "Maybe she could be" I whispered to Chaney who laid next to me. He wiggled his tail and snuggled under my arm. Maybe she could be right, or maybe not. This picture I was looking at completely showed why I lost both Gia and Tiffany. Tiffany because, she doesn't want to interfere with Gia and I but what's there to fear when Gia already had Austin on a Sunday night cuddled up. This picture said it all. Maybe I could've cuddled more with Gia, or maybe I could've taken out more to dinner or maybe I could been a better boyfriend. But I didn't. I don't want to say I could've, I want to say I could. I hope Austin gets that chance. Tiffany was right about my feelings for Gia, but I can't do anything about them now. She most likely has feelings for another guy. And it's not me.

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Chapter 28

Chapter 28 Gia's diary. "Blake?" I frigidly said. My heart beat was uncontrollable, my hands were running down sweat, although my eyes were barely opened. "Gia" he responded. Hearing his voice made the time stop, all the little noise surrounding me focused on him. I didn't like that. "Ca-" I panicked, badly. I threw the phone across my bed. I breathed heavily making me sound enormously out of shape. I heard his voice in little chatters as I kneeled on the bed staring at phone in my booty shorts and tank top. I quickly grabbed the phone, hung up and threw it to the wooden floor. Maybe a crack or two on the screen but I couldn't. I was up all night hoping somehow, someway, he would call. He did. But I did the right decision and hung up. My mind detested that choice but my heart was already bruised. I couldn't allow it to get hurt again. I laid back in my bed, staring at the ceiling, catching quick glimpse of my phone. The phantom of Blake's voice roamed my head frequently. I couldn't stay awake any longer, my eyes slowly closed until my eyelids closed for sure. The next morning I woke up with a bad migraine and I'm not one to complain about pain but I was dreading this one. For the rest of the day my head was somewhere else except where it was suppose to be. My frustration over Blake was growing immensely. I couldn't seem to function without him but it seemed I couldn't function with him either. Just something about the way he was made me so clingy I guess. Which I really wasn't but our hearts were. After a long, hard, quiet day at work I got to my new apartment and found Jalisti. Her presence was always conferring. "Baby girl" she repeated as she held me tight by the waist. "Okay, okay" I falsely laughed. I wasn't in the mood. "What's with you?" She questioned with a mysterious grin. "Nothing, tough day" I responded. "Let me make it better by telling you the craziest story!!" She enthusiastically said. I sat on the couch listening to her talk. I heard her voice just not her words. I nodded and smiled as if I were listening. I felt like breaking down. I could tell Jalisti was suspecting something as she talked slowly. "You okay?" She asked. "Yeah yeah, I'm fine" I quickly replied. She nodded and continued. Gosh she looked so much like Blake. Well of corse, his uncle is her dad. She finally settled down and stared out to the apartment. In a way I could tell that she could tell I wasn't into the conversation. "I'll be right back" I said, slowly rising from my seat. "Where you going?" Jalisti asked. I sighed "I'm going to return a call" I politely excused myself. She nodded and watched as the darkness of the hallway swallowed me. I went to my room and practically locked myself in it. I slowly went to my contact list and found Blake. I stared at his number for a while and finally pressed call. My heart was beating out of range. Jalisti busted through the door causing me to drop my phone onto the bed. She stood in the doorway staring at me. I reacted quick and hung up. She walked to me and sat on the bed. "Was that Blake?" She asked. No eye contact. I sat down next to her. Terrified of what's next "Yes" I stated. "You know he and Tiffany are a couple" she said. "What do you mean?" I chuckled. My eyes overwhelmed with big heavy tears. "We talked yesterday" "He and Tiffany are official" she restated. Those words killed me. (Short chapter, but double update this weekend!! Double header! Lol)

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Chapter 26

Blake's diary. I watched her move in circles around the pole. Her long legs, wrapped around the pole as she slowly slid down. She was unarguably the prettiest women in the club, on the pole but the way she moved, you couldn't take your eyes off of her. The men in the room watched her attentively. Two caught my attention as they pointed and whispered into each others ears as if they were planning something. I felt like a creep watching her from the corner of the room but my eyes were just glued onto her body. She climbed to the top of the pole and again slowly slid down but this time her long brown hair shimmered the whole club. The men threw more money onto the stage as she shakes her ass repeatedly. But the way she did it, it was in a lady manner. Robin, her co-dancer came over and tapped her on the shoulder. She picked up the money from the stage along with her lingerie bra and walked off stage with a clapping/cheering ovation. I sipped my drink and watched how Robin moved her body so differently from Tiffany's. Tiffany walked to me and greeted me. "Hey Blake" she said. I got up from my seat and gave her a hug. "Hey Tiff" I take the chair next to me and escorted her to sit "what brings you here?" She asked. I sighed and sipped my cup. "You know, I wanted to visit you and I needed someone to talk to" I shrugged. She scooted closer to me and placed her hand over mine. "Did you and Gia break up?" She asked. Her eyes turned blacker as she intensely stared at me. I nodded my head, making the least amount of eye contact as I could. "What happened?" She asked. "Everything. We're just not the same" She patted my back and gripped my hand harder "when did you guys decide this?" "A couple of weeks ago. But since you were busy I decided to let you know in person" I explained. She frowned and wrapped her arms around me. I put my head over hers and rested it there. A couple of glares came our way. "You guys belong together" she breaks the silence. I pull my head away "why do you say that?" I ask. She shrugs and sits up "because you guys were. I mean you guys were just destined to be together!" She exclaimed. I chuckled as she tightened her robe. "You guys seriously belong together" she calmly says. I didn't say a word. She continued to look at me but I can't lie. "Blake" she calls out. "Yeah..." I reply. "What's wrong? Do you no want her?" She asks. Her face expression completely changed. "Can I ask you something?" I ask showing off my grin. She slaps my arm and chuckles "okay what is it?" "Why did you strip-" "Stripping?" She interrupts. "Uh yeah. I hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable-" I slowly say. She shrugs and smiles. She always smiling. "It doesn't bother me, I mean your always known for something about yourself. Like your known for being a basketball player right?" She explains. I nod my head in agreement. "If a guy comes out he's known as the gay guy. Even though it shouldn't be that way, it's the way people look at you. I'm a stripper so I'm known as a stripper" Even through the whole conversation, she never changed face expressions, it shows how much toughness she has. "Would you ever change your image if you could?" I asked. She sat quiet thinking. "I guess. But someday ill be known as the doctor. It's the only reason why I work here, to pay my money for college so I can study the medical field" she explains. "But I'm not proud of this, but at the same time, I can't really complain I mean I eat, pay bills, buy clothes with the money I make here. It keeps me alive" she says. I nodded my head in agreement as if I knew what I felt like to be a stripper and be judged. But I didn't. "Well to me your just another human being in my life that doesn't annoy me therefore I like you" I chuckled. She softly smiled, and Fist pumped my shoulder "thanks buddy" I smiled back and sipped my drink. I offered her one but she declined. "Why are you back here like a creep?" She chuckled. I chuckled along and shrugged "I don't know, TMZ, fans, crazy laker fans that try to take pictures of me at strip club to expose me for being a clipper " I quickly said it. "I don't know" I shrugged. She laughed and rested on my shoulder. I could smell her coconut shampoo along with her body spray. We rested together as we watched some dancers and talked. "Oh I gotta get back to work" she says checking the time. "When will you get off?" I ask. She smiles as she gets up "soon. Don't worry" she says. She walked away with a swagger that I hadn't seen much from her. I attempted to keep my eyes about her chest but, she's just so gorgeous both body and face, how can't you not. But most of all she's gorgeous skin deep. Hours went by and Tiffany took shift after shift. It seemed like she never had a break. I sorta, SORTA fell asleep for a while to wake up to the club being empty. I ran out to the exit and saw nobody. I turned in circles and finally saw Tiffany's car. I tapped on the glass window causing her to jump and drop her phone. She held her chest with her finger tips and slowly rolled down her window "holy shit Blake, you scared me so bad" she gasped. I chuckled and put my hands in my pockets for warm "When will I again see you?" I asked. "Mm I don't know" she responded. "Well maybe the next time we see each other should be at a dinner date" I offered. She smiled uncontrollably and looked away, obviously blushing. "Are you asking me out on a date?" She questioned. I nodded my head "yes I am" She smiled back and looked out to the empty parking lot. Seconds went by and she still didn't answer. I went on my tippy toes and started shaking due to the cold Los Angeles weather. Was she going to reject me and she was thinking of a way to say no nicely? Panic started entering my body. "Sure" she finally said. She smiled and never took it off. "Cool ill text you later" I calmly said. But inside were both relief and excitement. "Drive safe" I told her. She nodded and waived as she drove away. Once she cleared the parking lot I did my happy dance. "Yes, thank you lord" I said at the sky. My night was completed, but deep down inside something was wrong.

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Chapter 25

Gia's diary. Days had gone by and Blake and I still haven't talked. He texted me a couple of days ago letting me know that he's going to be coming in and out of the house for his most urgent things. He came at times when I wasn't home, but somehow I has wished we could run into each other. The first night was the hardest. I slept on the couch, waiting for him to come home. But he didn't. Almost a week has passed since we broke up and I'm still a known mess. Gladly today's Saturday. I can sob all I want and not get questioned. I hadn't told anyone about our breakup except Jalisti but since she was in Toronto, I was pretty much alone. The thought of me moving out, had come into my head. I mean this was his house. I stared out to the driveway, looking at the few cars that passed by. The girl in the pink raincoat outside walking her dog, has such a big smile that shined to bright, it reminded me of the necklace that Blake had given me. I went searching for it in my walk-in closet. I pulled out a pink box. I slowly pulled out the necklace. It was long, and words had diamonds over them. "Smile because your worth it" the necklace said. I held close to me. The tears I had worked so hard to dry had revived themselves. My knees started to hurt from kneeling down, but the hurt of not having Blake was much more. I held up to see. I wrapped my arms around my neck and attempted to apply it. "Damn it" I whispered, as the necklace wouldn't click together. I tried, and tried. I felt someone's cold hands over mine and on my neck. I quickly crawled to other side of closet without looking back. Blake was kneeled down, looking like he had cried a river. His eyes popped out but his lips looked pink and soft. He sniffed and got on his feet. I held my knees to my chest as I observed him. He bended down and grabbed the necklace. He reached out to hand it to me. I slowly took it, keeping my eyes straight at it. We touched hands as I took the necklace, causing me to jump a tad bit. His hands were ice cold. He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me up. His eyes never left my mine. "The floors hard. Your going to injure your knees" he whispered. I nodded my head and went back to the room. I felt him follow behind. I felt my knees grow weak. I was nervous, long time no see and my heart raised. I guess it was the Blake affect as we used to call it. "I'm here to pick up my stuff" he said. I turned around to him. I sat on bed and watched as he went through dressers. I caught him take quick glimpse at me a couple of times but it didn't matter, I was staring at him. "Blake" I called out. He quickly turned around without hesitation. "Yes Gia" he responded. "I'm going to be moving out" I said. I sighed loudly in relief. He looked confused as he could be. "No Gia it's fine, you can stay" he softly said. "But Bla-" "No really Gia it's fine" he interrupted. He put his hand on my thigh but I backed away. "Blake, I just don't think this house is a good environment for me" He still looked confused. "I'm trying to move on" I added. "That's up to you. When will you move out?" He asked. I shrugged "I guess I'll be out tonight but ill be back tomorrow for the rest of my things" He looked rather disappointed but this was for me. No one but me. "I guess I don't have to pack anymore" he chuckled. Ah his chuckle, his chuckle reminded me of many good memory's but I have to move on. I sat up and roamed around for my stuff. I didn't pack much. I didn't need makeup, I only used foundation and mascara. I didn't care much about my image when I was home, so I only packed sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt. I went to the hallway mirror to fix my hair. In a blink of an eye, Blake was standing behind me. I tried my best to ignore him but his glares were powerful as always. I grabbed all my hair and put it into a ponytail. Bumps, and more bumps were all over. I aggressively took out my ponytail and restarted. "You look fine" he said. I didn't say anything back. I cracked a smile and went downstairs. I gathered my stuff. A little travel size bag, and my purse. I headed for the door but before I left I glanced back one last time. "Here" Blake said reaching out. "You forgot your necklace" I reached out and immediately pulled my hand away. I swallowed my pride "I don't want it" He slowly put the necklace in his pocket and stepped back. I turned around and left.

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Chapter 24, momma knows best.

Chapter 24 Blake's diary. I wiped my eyes from crying and grabbed the my gym bag located in the back of the car. I slowly walked to DJ's front door. I knocked softly and Waited for DJ to come. I could here his footsteps lure to the door. He slowly opened the door. "Blake?" He questioned. "That's me" I replied. He welcomed me in as I settled my stuff down. He didn't question me as I thought he would. I sat down, releasing a big sigh from my body. He sat down along with me and patted my back. As I rubbed my temples, I felt DJ's glare right at me. "Why are you so intensely staring at me?" I asked. He nodded his head and patted my back harder "I know it's hard, but you'll get through this" I quickly pulled away and sat to where I could face him. "Do you even know what happened?" "Uh yeah" he nodded. I signaled him to continue "well you and Gia broke up" he continued. I felt confused and quite intimidated my how nice DJ's tone of voice and attitude was towards. "Are you guessing or do you really think it's because Gia and I broke up?" I asked. He again nodded "what other reason would you be at my house at" he paused and checked his watch. I was more confused by the fact he wears a watch at home. "9:30 at night with teary eyes, a stuffed nose and slumped attitude" "Wait so you knew Gia and I were having problems?" I desperately asked. So much has happened that maybe DJ could be my only helper and savior in this fucked up relationship of mine. "Blake who didn't know? I mean it was obvious you guys didn't hang out as much and I mean by the looks of Gia, she wasn't herself" I sat up and attentively listened to DJ. "What do you mean by she wasn't herself?" I asked. I asked a lot and I was aware of that but could I be just as blind as Gia is? "She used to be so outgoing and so energetic around you, but as time progressed, she slowed down and just looked as if she were in a long, long, long, time relationship and were tired of it" "She's simply not the same" he said. "You seem perfectly fine" he chuckled. I let out a little grin, I knew Gia loved my grins. "But it's here, she's tearing apart. And of corse you being Blake, you never noticed" he finished and walked away. I left on the couch of his. Bruce, (DJ's dog) came and gave me a slobbery welcome. Bruce reminded me of Chaney, and Gia. I couldn't think straight, me blind? Gia always seemed fine until tonight. So many questions roamed my mind, I went and bothered DJ. I walked upstairs to we're DJ was at watching MTV's ridiculousness. I knocked and walked in. "Hey" he said as he paid more attention to the tv. "Can I ask you something?" I softly said. He turned the tv down and patted his bed, signaling me to sit. "What may I help you with?" "Well-" "Blake" he interrupted. I rolled my eyes "yes?" He sat closer and patted my back "why do you keep patting my back?" I chuckled. He shrugged and continued his patting "I think you just need sleep" he offered. "Why? I asked. "You look oddly tired and I think your looking for responses Gia can only answer" I nodded "okay so there's a guest room down the hall" he said practically throwing me. "DJ!" I loudly chuckled. He wrapped his arms around me and held tightly "I'm just joking. Mostly because you just got dumped" He giggled and slowly backed away as I angrily glared at him in a humorous way. I followed behind as he led me to the guest room. I settled down. Just as DJ left I grabbed his wrist "Thanks" I said. He grinned and left. The night was one of the longest, the morning couldn't come any faster. I missed Gia, but I couldn't be with her knowing I have feelings for Tiffany. I didn't go to Tiff's house because I didn't want her to feel as if she was the reason for our departure, although she was. The morning arrived soon, I went downstairs for breakfast. "Blake, I went on a walk with Bruce, ill be back soon. Eat anything you'd like" -DJ. I set the note down and savaged through the cabinets. My phone flashed numerous times. "Hello? I answered. "Blake?" I heard my mothers fragile, sweet voice. "Momma" I said as my voice rose. All the sudden my face was enlightened. My mom was the person that always understood me, and supported me. I've always had a soft spot for my mom. "How have you been darling?" She asked in what I considered a very country accent. "Uh you know okay" I said, my face faded and my voice deepens. "What's wrong son?" I sighed. It was hard, I was confused. My has always been hard on me with relationships, I was confused. Gia, Tiffany, my feelings everywhere. "Gia-, Gia and I broke up" I slowly said. Silence. Silence, is all you heard. I could almost feel my ear pound onto my cheek from the phone. "What happened?" She asked. Her sweet voice faded. "We've been having problems, it's no longer the same" I explained. I bowed my head in shame, even though she couldn't see me. "We're different" "Blake" she mumbled. I sighed knowing what was coming. "Yes" I responded. "Is their another girl involved" she asked. I didn't response this time. She sighed as I looked down at my hands. "Blake your old enough to know" "Know what?" I asked. "Haven't you ever thought maybe you like attention from the opposite sex" she said. I didn't understand what she meant. "What do you mean?" I asked. "You know, if the girl your with isn't giving you the attention you want, you go find another girl" she said. Her voice tightened. "It happened with Gia and Bianca, Gia and this new girl, and it happened it Keisha" "Keisha doesn't count" I snapped. "But before Gia she was the closest thing you'll ever have to love. You don't know love if it hit you with all it's might. Never, ever have I met someone so clueless on romance like you" she barked back. I stood leaned against the wall quiet. "But I guess I can't complain right, I raised you" she said. Her voice sounded as if she were ready to cry. Hearing her like that brought tears to my eyes. "Momma don't say that" I pled. My eyes swell up, Gia was one thing, my mom was another. "I'm sorry darling, it's just- "she paused. I could hear her regrouping with herself. "I don't want to have you playing girls, I want you to have a healthy relationship, with a girl you actually want to marry. I thought Gia was the one" "So did I" I mumbled. "You'll regret leaving her" she said. "I do now, but I don't think I will later" I softly mumbled. But with my mom, she heard everything. "Think? No son, you will" she strongly stated. Sometimes you can't fight your own. "I'll talk to you later okay" she said. "Alright, I love" She chuckled "I love you too son" she said, as her voice enlightens. I hung up with a big grin on my face. Good thing I didn't tell her about Tiffany being a stripper. I sat on the counter, with numerous things roaming threw my head, just as DJ walked in with Bruce. "Hey" he said, sounding out of breath. "Hey" I replied. "You okay?" He asked. "Yeah I'm fine, just talked to my mom that's all" I said. My smile fake. "Momma knows best" he said as a curious expression was on his face. He walked away. I slammed the hand against the counter and held my head. My frustration came from all the confusion. My heart wanted Gia, my head said Tiffany, DJ said momma knows best and my mother practically called me a whore. What more is there?