YouNow ; blake gray { RE-WRITTEN ONE }

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I got out of the car after everyone else. I don't know why, I just felt like crying. Which is honestly dumb, Blake is only a boy. It's stupid to cry over boys. But I don't know. Blake wasn't just a boy to me. He liked me for me. He didn't care if I wore makeup or not. He didn't care if I looked like a goddess or if I looked like a hot mess. He didn't care if I was obnoxiously loud at someone points, or if I was about as quiet as a mouse. He liked me for me. And that made me happy. And for a second, I thought I made him happy. But I got the wrong idea.

Blake didn't like me. How could he?

I didn't want to be upset, but you can't really control tears. You could, but sometimes you just can't. And the only way to feel better is to just cry.

So that's what I did. I got up to my hotel room, and sat on the bed. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I really didn't want to be upset and I cry. I wanted to be a rough bitch that didn't care. But that's not me. For me to be okay, I have to just cry

Tears streamed down my face, slowly, but surely. And I really couldn't stop. They just kept coming.

I hear a faint knock on the door,"Lask?" Blake asks. I hurriedly wipe the tears away as he opens the door. I turn around, facing the window.

I sniffle on accident and I curse at myself in my head.

"Hey. Are you okay?" He asks. Should I tell him? Yes. I should.

"No I'm fine."

Fuck come on Alaska. Just tell him. He won't care. Well maybe.

"Are you sure, princess? You don't sound fine. Talk to me." He says softly.

I took a deep breath,"Before you kissed me this morning. You said this wouldn't change our friendship..." I said. He nods,"Yes. What about it?" He asks.

"You friend zoned me you little shit." I giggled, pushing him with my hip. I really actually started tearing up again. I needed to stop. He's just a boy.

"I did?" He asks. I wipe a few fallen tears. Blake looks closely,"Oh please tell me you aren't crying. Please don't cry. I hate when girls cry. It's so depressing."

"I'm sweating from my eyes, there's a difference." I giggle. Blake laughs weakly, and grabs my hand. He twirls me around so I'm facing him. He wipes away some tears.

"Stop sweating from your eyes, or your going to have me sweating from my eyes." Blake chuckles as I laugh a small laugh, too.

"But listen cupcake. I didn't mean to friend zone you or whatever you call it. Honestly. Because I uh — I actually do like you. A lot," he pauses, taking a deep breath,"I— I think your beautiful. Even though that might be an understatement. You're funny, incredibly smart. Your snarky and or smart ass comments are my favorite. I love them. You make me laugh more than Weston makes me laugh. Which if you think about it, is impressive, because Weston is funny as hell."

I giggle."Okay okay. Enough compliments."

He chuckles, licking his lips,"What I'm trying to say is that – I definitely don't want to be friends."

"You want to be best friends?" I giggle, smiling widely. I smirk and Blake's mouth curls into a toothy grin. The infectious smile he has.

"Even more than best friends, baby girl." Blake says. I gasp."Are you saying...."

"Yes." Blake smiles.

"YOU WANT TO BE SUPER MEGA BEST FRIENDS?!"

"A serious girl, when she finds someone who calms her spirit and and quiets her busy thoughts, will love you so fiercely, it will defy even her own logic and reasoning."
                  - Unknown