Chapter 15: Heaven

I was at the kitchen table, gazing at the glass of milk that was standing in front of me. My head was aching a lot, and I stopped crying for the tenth time.

It was almost ten pm, and Blake didn't arrive until that our. My parents would be probably here with Andy any time soon, and they would surely become furious when they found out that Blake left the house without permission.

Where would he be right now?


"Hey, do you want another one?"

Blake lifted his head, facing the barman. His eyes were red, and he was totally drunk by now.

"Oh, yeah…" He muttered, lifting his head a little.

The man was about to give him another drink when someone put an arm on Blake's back and said:

"No, he had enough."

Blake looked at the man and saw the face of Mr. Henson, looking down at him with a disappointed expression on his face.

"I want another one!" Blake said, getting up.

"No, Blake, I'm sorry, but I'll take you home now."

"You can't tell me what to do!"

Jimmy shook his head and paid the barman, before he grabbed Blake's arm, pulling him out of the bar.

"Let me go…" Blake tried to get away from Jimmy, but he just kept walking him to the car.

"Be quiet."

"Let me go!"

"Blake, I'm very angry with you now, so don't make it worse, please."

"I don't want to go home…" He was now talking like a child. Jimmy stopped right in front of his Ford Explorer, looking Blake in his eyes.

"George and Sandra are really worried about you, Blake… do you know what time is it now? It's two o'clock in the morning, and I took ages to find you!"

Blake sat on the ground and Jimmy looked down at him sighing heavily.

"Blake, don't act like a baby… let's go home, ok?"

"No, no, no, I won't go home!!!"

"She's worried about you too."

He looked up, and Jimmy nodded.

"Annabel wants to see you, she's very worried. Don't make her wait anymore…"

"She doesn't want to see me." Blake shook his head. "She doesn't like me…"

"She likes you a lot, stop saying that. Now act like a man, get up, I need to take you home."

"Annabel doesn't like me!" Blake snapped. "She pushed me really hard when I kissed her today… and she was really angry…"

"I think you guys need to have a good conversation, but for now, you should just get home and sleep tight. C'mon."

Jimmy Henson put him in the car and drove Blake home safely. When they arrived, Annabel was looking through the window of her bedroom, and Blake just shoot her a look.

"I don't think this boy will cause any more problems for this night, Mr. Baxter." Jimmy sighed, looking at George Baxter.

"Oh, no, he surely won't. I'm really sorry for this, professor…"

"No problem. I like Blake very much, I worry about him too. Just give him some coffee and a cold shower. Tomorrow he'll be ok I guess. Now, I may leave."

Jimmy shook George's hand while Sandra was preparing some coffee at the kitchen, with Blake watching her silently.

"We were really worried about you, dear, how could you do it?!" She asked him, but Blake remained quiet. "Andy and Annabel were very worried too…"

"Where's she?"

"She's at her room, probably sleeping now. But don't even think about talking to her now, you're drunk! Oh, god, you're just a boy…"

"Did she ask about me?"

"Of course, Blake! We all were worried about you, why did you do it, what's wrong?! If you had a problem you could just say something to us, we could help."

"You can't help… no one can help…" He messed his hair and Sandra sighed, approaching him slowly. She knew something was wrong between Blake and Annabel.

"She likes you a lot, you know that, Blake?"

"She doesn't." He simply told her.

"She does, believe me. I'm her mother, I know her very well, and I know she likes you lots, I thought you knew it too."

"So why she keeps shutting me out when I want to talk about us?" Blake seemed so depressed, that Sandra felt bad for him. "She never listens to me, she doesn't let me get near her… what have I done wrong? Maybe she just doesn't like me, I could survive that. She could just tell me, it would be easier for the two of us! I could get over her, and she could be with that stupid Henry dude."

"Maybe she's afraid, Blake… maybe she thinks you don't like her in that way… try talking to her again."

"I don't know if I want to. It would be better if I just dropped it. And that's what I'll do."


The next morning I woke up wondering what happened with Blake last night. He didn't seem ok when I saw him from the window, but I was really worried about him. So I just knocked on his door and waited for him to open, but maybe he was still sleeping. I decided to just get in.

Closing the door behind me, I looked at him, who was fast asleep on his bed, wearing a green t-shirt and his boxers only. God, he was so gorgeous, so fit, so… so lovely, caring, friendly… amazing. He would be perfect if he hadn't that stupid suddenly change of mood so often.

Approaching him slowly and sitting next to him on the bed, I thought that he was probably very angry at me. But I was feeling so sad about the way he left my room yesterday that I had to do something about it. He would surely get even angrier if I woke him up, though.

I touched his hair slowly, caressing it in a sweet way, just enjoying the feeling. My finger traced a line on his face, travelling slowly to his lips. I couldn't resist: I had to taste his lips one more time, I had to kiss him one more time.

When my lips carefully touched his, it felt so good that I smiled, with our lips still in contact. Still sleeping, Blake kissed me back quickly, and I smiled one more time, thinking about how amazing it would be if he was awake and…

And then, I saw his blue eyes wide open, staring my hazel ones while I was still touching his lips with mine.

"What are you doing?" He asked in a low voice.

"God, I'm so sorry, Blake!" I told him right away, getting away from him without getting out of the bed. My face was red, I could say, and he sat up straight away.

"You're sorry. Good to hear it from you, Annabel. But are you sorry because you woke me up or because you kissed me?"

"You were sorry too when you first kissed me."

"You should listen your friends when they want to say something important, Annabel, and then you wouldn't have to say lots of bullshit like you're doing now." He got out of the bed, grabbing his pants and wearing it.

"We need to talk."

"That was yesterday, Annabel, we don't have anything to talk about."

"Don't do it. Look, I'm really sorry for not wanting to hear you yesterday, Blake, I really am… and I do have some things to tell you…"

"Good to you that you're sorry. But guess what, I don't care."

"You'll continue avoiding me like this?"

"I'm not avoiding you, I'm just saying that I don't care about you, about what you want to say or about Henry Mason. Got it now?"

"What does Henry has to do with it?!"

"You tell me." He folded his arms.

"I don't have anything to tell you about him, I don't even like him, for god's sake I thought you had understood this, Blake."

"Oh, all right." He answered casually. "I think you'd better get a move on, we need to go to school."

"You won't talk to me, right?"

"We don't have anything to talk about. And nothing that you can say will change my mind about it."

I sighed and felt that it was the right time to tell him, it was now or never. I didn't care if he would just ignore me for the rest of my life, but I needed to say that, I needed to let him know… even though I knew that I didn't stand a chance…

"Even if I said that I'm head over hills in love with you for a long time?"

He stopped putting his shoes on and stared at my face for what seemed to be an eternity. I couldn't read his eyes, I didn't know what was he thinking… I felt numb. His blue eyes blinked twice and then his mouth opened a little, like he was trying to say something.

"You… you what?" He asked me after some time.

"I said I'm in love with you… really in love."

Blake didn't really take it very well.

"Please, get out."

I looked at him surprised, and he opened the door for me. Something was wrong with him, something wasn't right…

"Please, Annabel…"

"Ok… I'm sorry for disturbing you anyway…" I said looking down before leaving the room almost crying. "I'll wait in the living room."


Blake closed the door and gazed at the ground, thinking about what just happened. Annabel just said she was in love with him.

"God, is she crazy?" He murmured to himself, confused. "She didn't even want me to kiss her yesterday, and then she comes here, kiss me and say she's in love with me. What the fuck…"

He shook his head and tried to forget about what just happened, she was probably just playing with him. That was it, she was just playing him.


Blake avoided me all day at school, and I really felt bad about his reaction when I said that I was in love with him. I never expected that from him, to tell the truth.

"Annabel, what's going on?"

"She's troubled, can't you see?" Clarence bite her apple and looked at me. "And of course that it has a lot to do with Blake Welsh. Where's he, by the way?"

"I don't know." I simply answered and resumed eating my lunch. "Can we just forget about him?"

"Forget?" Lisa asked, looking at me. "What happened, Annabel, you can tell us, c'mon!"

"I don't want to talk about it, can we drop it?"

"No, we can't!" Clarence started. "If you're feeling bad, we need to help you out!"

"I don't need any help, just need to forget about him, forget about everything…"

I was feeling so bad, that I didn't even wanted to eat or to talk to anyone. When I saw him enter the lunch room my heart skipped a beat, like always, and our eyes met for something like two seconds. Then he looked away, having a seat alone, at the other side of the room.

"You should just talk to him, Annabel, it would be nice…"

"I need to be alone for a while, ok? I'm sorry…"

Annabel didn't wait for her friends to continue telling her things and got up quickly exiting the room. Blake looked at her when she left and then looked down again, worried. He almost jumped when he realized that Lisa was standing right in front of him, waiting for him to say something.

"What?" He just asked.

"I should ask you that! For God's sake, what happened between you two?!"


"And that's the problem!" She took a seat and shook her head. God, Blake, what did you do this time?"

"I didn't do anything, Lisa, ok? Look, I just want to be alone…"

"Cut the bullshit, I want to know what happened. And you will tell me."

"I don't have to tell you anything."

"Oh, that's where you're wrong, my friend." She smiled. "Annabel is my best friend. And if it has to do with her, it has to do with me."

Blake sighed and looked at her, shaking his head.

"The problem is that she's very strange! Jesus… I can't see what she wants from me… I… I like her… but she doesn't seem to like me at all."

"Don't be silly."


"She likes you, stupid!" Lisa was already loosing her patience.

"No, she doesn't… she never listen to me…"

"She's crazy, I know, but she likes you! Go and tell her you like her, because the poor girl don't even know about it!"

"Are you sure?… Because… I don't think…"

"Blake Welsh, you move your ass and go talk to her now!"

He got up slowly and Lisa made a gesture for him to hurry up. He nodded and got out of the lunch room, trying to find Annabel.


Blake stopped behind me, near the parking lot. I knew it was him because of the scent of his aftershave, which gave me goosebumps. He touched my arm and I flinched.

"Go away, please…"

"I just want to talk…"

"No!" I turned around and showed him that I was crying. "I don't want to talk, Blake, it's becoming ridiculous by now. I tried to talk to you today, but this time you didn't want… so why would you now? I told you what I'm feeling, and you just asked me to leave! You don't need to come up with an excuse, all right? Just forget about it."

"No, Annabel, you don't get it… I was just too shocked… because I thought you was kidding me…"

"How could you think that I would do something like that?!"

"So why every time I kissed you, you just shut me out?"

"Because… because I thought you was kidding me."

"And how could you think that I would do something like that?" He asked in a low voice, his hands shaking.

"So you… wanted to kiss me? You really wanted to kiss me?"

"Of course that I did! Jesus… Annabel, I like you a lot, didn't you notice it?"

"You… you like me?"

"Yeah, I like you, now stop crying, miss…" He embraced me slowly, and wiped away my tears.

"Ah… well… since you like me, and I like you… it would be all right if you kissed me."

"Sure it would."

He leaned in and soon enough our lips were touching again. His kiss was so tender and passionate at the same time, in a way that made my knees go weak. He smiled and then kissed my cheek forcefully.

"Let's go to class or we'll get in trouble, Annabel."

"Are we ok now?"

"Only if you say that you agree to be my girlfriend."

"Do I really have to answer?"

"Please, do it." He made a face. "I don't want any more misunderstandings between us again."

"Ok, I agree, I accept, I want, I'd love to be your girlfriend. Is that ok?"

"Yeah… could be better, but I'll give you a break since you're very delighted by the fact that you are now my girlfriend, and because of that, you can't think properly."

"Shut up, you idiot! C'mon, let's study! And when we go home, we'll have loads to talk about."

He smiled at me and nodded, kissing my hand after that.

So that was it, I was finally with him, and I still couldn't believe.

Good enough for someone who never had a boyfriend, huh?

After that, lots of things changed in our lives. Blake finally started doing some real work at school, and did all his chores at home. He was doing very well tutoring the kids in the afternoon and Mr. Henson was really proud of him.

Lisa finally forgot all about Henry, who eventually started to act like an asshole all over again. At least when Blake wasn't around. She fall in love with a cute and really great guy who arrived at the city, and from what we saw, he was interested in her too.

Clarence, to our surprise, started to dress a lot better than she usually did and Blake quick enough arranged her a date with one of his friends, who was wanting to ask her out for ages.

Andy, well, he is the same. Always making me nervous, always losing for me at videogames… but I have to say, the little asshole is a funny boy.

Mom and dad were happy that me and Blake got together, and they encouraged us a lot. But we didn't need that. We would never be apart, even if they had disapproved it.

And about me… well, I was happy, that was all that mattered for me.

This is the last chapter of the story, finally, and I hope you all enjoyed it at least a little bit! Thanks for all the lovely reviews and for the compliments! I really appreciated it! If you don't know, I already started a new story, A Thin Line Between Love and Hate, and I hope you guys read and review. So see you all the new story! Take care!