Chapter 25

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Every kiss you give me makes me sicker

A day in the dark, a day in a cloud of gloom, yeah

I look at you, you look at me

Milk and roses, squeaky clean

Well, you're the best I've ever seen

And I'm your lying beauty queen

Artist: Marina & the Diamonds

Song: E.V.O.L

“Love is gradual, it’s a push. But once you start falling there’s no way to catch yourself. There’s only one direction you can go, and that could be good or bad.”-Sage Aroem

Sage’s Pov.

Blaze was asleep on the couch; he was in a weird position with him sitting up. I already took my little brother to my room. I shook Blaze on his shoulder and called his name again.

“Blaze,” He opened his green eyes up at me and looked a bit confused before shaking it off and waking completely up.

“Sage? What time is it? When did you get back?” He asked in that sexy sleepy voice that all girls love. He yawned and stretched out his arms like a cute little puppy after a nap.

“It’s ten o’clock and I just got back. Aubrey, Lana, and I got all the supplies for Thanksgiving dinner, and we’ve decided since your mom or Grams aren’t going to be here to celebrate that we’d all cook it together.” My smiled faded once I remembered why I left so angrily earlier. So I couldn’t help the comment that came out of my mouth next. “Or are you going to be working? Because I would hate to stress you out about the Holiday. I could just go to my mom’s.” I rolled my eyes.

And that seemed to snap Blaze up out of his half sleepy state. “I didn’t mean it to be mean. I was just trying to let you know-“

“Whatever Blaze, I don’t want your apologies or excuses right now. I’m not mad, just tired now goodnight.” I walked away from him and decided that I would sleep in my room on the floor tonight. I would let my brother have the bed to himself because he was a wild sleeper and I didn’t want to get kicked in the face anytime today.

I pulled the blanket over me and I fell asleep there, assuming it was for the night. In the middle of night I heard the door open and though the TV was on in this room I couldn’t tell who was at the door. I squinted my eyes straining to see. As the person got closer I could clearly see their green eyes glow through the dark.

Blaze bent down and picked me up leading to what I assume was his bedroom. Could it be that he couldn’t sleep without me? That he actually cared that I was ignoring him?

I let him set me in the bed and kiss my forehead and I made no movements to show him I was awake. I could feel his eyes on the side of my face for a couple of minutes before he climbed beside me. He pulled me close and sighed. I know I shouldn’t take it as anything but it was comforting and because I was into Blaze, I liked it. Just an ounce of his attention matter, no matter how small.

I let myself drift back to sleep and I didn’t wake up till I smelt something burning. I jumped out of the bed as fast as I could and into the kitchen.

“FIRE! FIRE!” I screeched before looking towards the kitchen to see my little brother peering over at Blaze who was standing with burnt eggs in a pan. My heartbeat started to slow and took a magazine and blew the smoke away from the fire detectors. I walked over to the nearest window and opened it up. The phone rang and it was from the front desk. Once I told them that there was no fire and everything was okay I turned towards the embarrassed Blaze and my quiet brother.

“Wha—” I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. I just didn’t understand what Blaze thinking, he’s never usually this irrational; he always thinks things through before he does them.

“What happen?” I asked my lips curling into a smile, when I saw the small blush rise on Blaze’s cheeks.

“Me and Blaze, tried to cook you breakfast!” Cory stated shaking his head and tsk-ing at the sullen emerald eyed boy in front of us.

“Aww you guys didn’t have to do that. I can cook us breakfast without burning up the kitchen. I walked around the bar and bumped Blaze out of the kitchen with my hip but it didn’t really budge him. He grabbed my waist and pulled me close. My butt was to his crotch, my back to his chest, his mouth at my ear.

“I’m sorry.” I knew what he was talking about, but I was tired of his apologies, I was going to need something more this time. Sorry wasn’t going to be enough.

“Sorry is not enough this time Blaze. You really hurt my feelings.” I didn’t want to sound soft, but I had to make it as believable as possible. I already forgave him after he said it. I mean, that’s what falling in love does to you, but I wanted to see what he’d do to make it up to me.

Lana was at her mom’s house, Zac and Aubrey were over their parents’ house, and Mark was at his. They were visiting before the holiday since they were spending the Thanksgiving holiday with Blaze and I.

While I was cooking, Blaze was on the phone with his mom talking about the holiday arrangements.

“So where are you going mother?” Blaze asked his mom so formally, the phone was on speakerphone so I could hear everything she was saying.

“We’re going to France, sweetie. And we’re taking Grams with us.”

“Grams actually wanted to go?”

“Yes she did. She said she wanted to give you and your fiancé a thanksgiving to yourselves and that next year we could have a family one.” He thought about it for a moment, and actually hesitated which wasn’t like Blaze at all. I wish I could take a peek in that mind of his.

“When will you be back?” It was understandable why Blaze had such an attachment to his Grandma, she was the only actually blood family member that was there for him.

“Well we’ll be back in a week or two, in December, and then we’re off to Jamaica for Christmas. We’ll send your gifts. Grams said she loves you and I love you too.” Blaze shook his head, even though she couldn’t see him.

“Yeah,” he replied, and it shocked me that it was so cold.  I actually thought this wedding was making him and his mother become closer.

“Uhm well okay, sweetie” The tone in her voice said cheerful, but the way she said it you could tell that it hurt that her son wouldn’t say that he loved her back. I mean she couldn’t blame him, she wasn’t there for him, but I could see from a mother’s point of view; that it hurt.

After lunch, my brother was dropped off back at home and after visiting for a couple of hours, Blaze and I decided to enjoy the friendship bonding time alone and watch Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters.

“Dude I bet it was so easy to do those moves; she didn’t even have to get hurt.” I snorted yelling at the TV.

“Yeah like you could do it. Sage you can’t even throw a ball let alone, fight a dragon-thing-whatever it is.” He replied sarcastically and I glared at him. I took one of my feet that were dressed in fuzzy socks and kicked him off the bed.

Blaze jumped up so quickly that I couldn’t even react, it just happen. He tackled me and we rolled off the bed. We tug against each other for dominance and rolled all over the room. When Blaze finally pinned me down, he stared down at me, those green eyes swirling with a malachite color. He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine, and I leaned up with the same force to deepen it. He let go after a couple of seconds though.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. I don’t want to get your hopes up.”

“Blaze I-“

“I’m sorry Sage, I actually care about your feelings and I don’t want to hurt you purposely when I know it’s preventable. But you’re not stupid enough to fall for someone like me so it’s fine. But I won’t use you, for my personal needs.” I rolled off of him and looked at the intricate ceiling. I got up and brushed myself off, once again being mildly rejected.  You’d think his rejections wouldn’t hurt anymore, and that I would not fall for him anymore, but it didn’t matter. Feelings don’t just go away with the air, they’ll be there for a while and I knew that; whether I learned it the easy or hard way.

“I’ll go make us a late night snack. Any choices?” I smiled, but it was obviously fake but Blaze being Blaze wouldn’t dwell or ask about it.

“Sure and I’ll help.” I didn’t want him to help. Cooking actually got my mind off of him; it made me feel better about him not loving me back.

The next couple days passed by quietly and awkward without Lana, Zac, Mark, and Aubrey’s constant jabbering, since they were visiting their parents before the holiday.

I got up the day of Thanksgiving at five o’clock in the morning, which was harder than it seems because Blaze mumbled ‘too early’ and would let me go.

So I figured I had to do something to get him off of me. I rubbed my hand up and down his back, not low enough to be anywhere personal, but low enough to make a point. Then I rubbed my hand down his chest slow and sensually.  I felt something rise on my legs, and though it made kind of uncomfortable, once it happen his eyes jolted open and he scooted away from me.

“I told you to get off of me so I can start cooking.” I scolded, past his glare. His jadeite eyes flickered over to the clock.

“Sage is five in morning.” I gave him a flat look.

“Why does it matter if I’m in this bed or not? You know what it doesn’t matter; I have to get up because I have to start cooking the turkey so it’s done on time.” I turned on the heel of my foot and walked straight out of the room.

In about five minutes Blaze appeared out of the room half dressed; in nothing but shorts and no shirt. He sat at the bar and just watched me while I got all the food ready. My mom and Cory were going over one of her friends for Thanksgiving so it would really be just us friends.

While everything got started cooking Blaze just observed me make the desserts. While making them, it got me to thinking. What questions I had about Blaze that I actually did figure out. There are a couple questions I didn’t know, like: How did Blaze get that scar on his back? What happen between him and Marnie in Vegas? Why doesn’t he believe in love? Why won’t he smile? What were his plans for the future? Though I did figure out why he hated his father, though I know there are more details that he’s not willing to say.

I figured out that the company would be more important than anything and to be in his life you would learn that. I’m still kind of curious on relationship with the other girls and why he was player. Because they say that every player has had his heart broken once; which made him that way. I just want to know what makes Blaze the way he is. Either way his 40 minutes of happiness self, or his silent treatment-rude self I’d still be in falling in love with him either way.

“Sage, Sage, Sage!” I heard my name being called and I snapped out of my reverie. And looked towards the now five pair of eyes staring at me.

“Oh sorry guys, what’s up?” I asked going back to frosting the other sides of the cake. I had to spread it out because however long I was in my daydream I was put frosting in one spot.

“You’ve been staring down at that cake frosting the same spot for thirty minutes now.” Blaze voiced and to be honest it sounded a little worried, and that made my heart smile.

“Why are you here so early? It’s only seven o’clock in the morning and I’m not cooking breakfast, because there’s too much cooking already.”

“It smells delicious in here, by the way little one. But we came early because actually we did want your breakfast but we can just order out from the Village Inn down the street.”

“Oh so you came for my breakfast and not me? I sure do feel the love.” I told them sarcastically.

“Hey chika, your food keeps better company then you. What can we say?” Lana laughed.

“And my lips would be better company for yours to be on them.” Zac said quickly after her.

“Zac that one made no sense, and if it did I don’t even want to understand it.” She laughed and looked back towards the cake I was making.

“Okay, okay I get it, you’re all hungry. Just order the Village inn Zac.” I complained rolling my eyes that drooling faces of my friends.

You’re the lonely one and only body in the world

Who can make me, who can break me down into a young girl

You say that love is not that easy

And that’s the lesson that you teach me

So hypocritical, overly cynical

I’m sick and tired of all your preaching

Who are you to tell me, tell me

Artist: Marina & the Diamonds Song:Hypocrates

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