You're My Girl // COMPLETED

chapter 9

Eirin's pov

"Honest to god?" Blake asks, pinning me in a chokehold.

"Yes! Just let me go!" I laugh.

He releases me, letting us sober up from all the laughing.

"Hey Blake,"

He offers me a teasing smile, "Yes?"

"How much longer until spring break?"

Focusing on the ceiling, Blake thinks in his head.

Waiting

Waiting

"Four more weeks I do believe."

I groan.

"Fine. Hey, I forgot what day it is, give me day of week and the actual date."

"Look on your phone, lazy ass."

"Fuck off." I say, picking up my phone from the coffee table.

It is Saturday, February 25, 2017.

Greattttt.

Also,

To just mention...

I hate when the year is an odd number.

I don't know the reason why.

I just hate odd numbers.

Yet, I've come to realize...

My lucky number is an odd number so...

Whatever.

"Are you coming to church with me tomorrow?" Blake asks me, as he drinks his glass of orange juice.

"Since when do you go to church, Mr. IFuckEveryGirlICan."

"I wanna try to be holy," he pauses, "And I want mom to become a better person."

I laugh at that, "Mom? A better person? Pffft, never."

"I convinced her to go. Plus I visited the church last week, they are pretty small and laid back. Their Pastor even has a couple of visible tattoos."

I laugh even more.

OH

That reminds me,

On my 16th birthday, I want to get a tattoo.

That isn't that far.

Only what, two months?

April 8th..

Yep.

More like a month and 1 week but I was close.

"Blake!" I shout, jumping onto his back, catching him off-guard.

He stumbles a bit, taking his hands and snacking my back.

"Ow! I'm not a damn dog."

I jump off his back, rubbing my back to help heal it.

It's times like this that I miss.

We don't get to do this anymore because of my mom.

She became more strict over the years.

Her and dad divorced about half a year ago, and she couldn't bare to live in Cali anymore.

So we moved here.

Dad wanted to take custody of all three of us kids.

Mom won that war.

She wanted to keep us.