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Chances - Part 2

Sometimes things are not what it seems for both of them.
Andrea's POV

"Blake kept me thinking ever since he never finished his sentence. Me and Blake don't have that kind of friendship that everyone knows about. We just hang out with different people. Sometimes I wish it were different but then I don't. There's just something about him that makes my heart skip a beat when I'm with him."
"Andy, Blake's here!" My mom is totally in love with Blake. Honestly, I can see why.
"Alright, just a..." As I start to save my entry for today, I feel something just throw themselves onto my bed. I panic. I immediately shut my laptop.
"Why are you so secretive when it comes with your laptop?" Asks Blake.
"It's nothing, I just don't like people reading my stuff... wait what's wrong?" I see his beautifully tanned, muscular face with bruises all over. As I walk toward my bed, he buries his face more into my pillows.

"Nothing I, um was just messing around with my brother," he responds. He was just not playing around. I've never seen him hurt so badly. I'm not the type to ask questions, so I just let it go. I go into my covers and turn on the TV. He takes off his shoes and joins me.
"What do you want to watch?" I ask while changing the channels.
"I don't care. I'm just really tired. I haven't showered either..." he says.
"Eww, go shower! I'll bring you some clothes and a towel." I walk into my dad's room to get some clothes.Then I walk into my bathroom and notice every inch of his body. He has such a muscular back. As I lean into my bathroom counter, I knock over perfume bottles.

"Shit," I mumble.
"Oh hey, I didn't see you there," he says with a cocky smile.
"Yeah, um I brought you some clothes and a towel." Wow I never noticed that he had abs. He is just so perfect.
"Alright, just put them there on top of the toilet," he says. As I keep watching TV, he walks out in his boxers, all that's insight are his perfect abs and perfectly shaped V-cut.
"Umm, do you own clothes? I ask laughing.
"Yeah, but I don't like sleeping with clothes on."
"Who said you were sleeping here?"
"I mean it's midnight, are you actually going to make me go home now? Goodnight Andy." He says as he starts to cuddle with my pillows. God, why does he have to have a girlfriend?!

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Blake's POV

Andrea is just perfect. It's just too bad, she doesn't see it. My whole body hurts. The drug deal didn't go right... Collin decided to mess around with one of the guys, it ended with a fight. I didn't know where else to go, but why not my best friend's house? I love how I can sleep over like it's whatever and it doesn't matter because she doesn't see me that way, she never will... Her parents don't even think much of it. Her mom loves me and her dad is never home. Andrea has always been there for me and honestly I don't know what I would do without her. I get mad at myself because in school I act as if she's nobody, but in reality she's everything. If only I can be the man I am or claim to be and just tell her how I feel.

I was planning on telling her, but then I had to go. I can't believe I'm in my best friend's bed and I can't do anything. Stupid Alison. Sometimes I wonder what the hell am I doing with Alison. But then to think of it, Andrea doesn't seem to have any interest in me. I can't sleep at night thinking about Andrea, while she lays next to me in just a sports bra and spankies. Damn... I have checked Twitter and Instagram and honestly it's just the same bull every single time. Since I have nothing else better to do, I want to know what Andrea has in that laptop of hers. As I go and creep out of bed, I walk toward the laptop.

Andrea wakes up, "What do you think you're doing?"
"Uhh, nothing going to take a piss..." haha no.
"Well, the bathroom's that way."
"Yeah, I knew that."
It's already morning and I find myself spooning Andrea. I don't want this to end ever. But I get this phone call that I must take.
"Hey,"
"Hey babe, where were you last night? I missed you."
"Uh, I was crashing at Mason's house... (My boy)." I say whispering.
"Why are you whispering?"
"Umm, he's still sleeping."
"Who are you..." Andrea tries to speak as I cover her mouth with my hand.
"Listen I have to go honey, I'll call you when I'm on my way home." As I slowly start to take my hand away from Andrea's mouth, I'm expecting a beating. She literally jumps out of nowhere and jumps on top of me and starts hitting me with a pillow. Damn... her perfectly shaped body just has me going crazy.
Should I keep writing?
Yes.
Maybe.
No.
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Published: 5/22/2013
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