Realistic or Modern [Ink and Roses] / Poet and Truffle's RP

[Twenty1stTechno]

//Apologies for taking so long, I had to get through my finals.

Boyd grinned, his eyes watching her move and laugh with a drunken attraction. He let out a airy chuckle as she pulled him to the dancing mass and slipped off his seat, letting momentum tumble him into her, his hands brushing her hips as he heavily stepped after her, his weight balancing unsteadily with the rush. On the floor he let out a whoop and gave Willow a mischievous wink, moving along to the loud beat of the music.

Around him the party continued and the girl he brought was forgotten as he watched Willow. Part of his sluggish mind was trying desperately to remember how he knew her and the other part was focused on how hot she looked giggling and intoxicated and dancing. The way her outfit changed colors with every blink and movement made him dizzy as he laughed along with her, moving close to her as they danced.

 

[Truff]

((No biggie. Same for me))

Willow drunkenly moved to the music, totally forgetting about the vague memory of the guy she was dancing with. The club/bar had hit its peak for the night. The music vibrated in her chest and the crowd of people swirled around them. The smell of alcohol, smoke, perfume and cologne mixed in with air to create a scent that would surely stick to their clothes. It was quite the party and parties were one of Willow's favorite things. The crowd pushed their bodies together as they moved to the thumping beat of whatever remix was being played.

It wasn't long before the two were on the edges of the crowd, their lips locked together. Even drunkenly, she knew she wouldn't go home with him. That was a rare occurrence for Willow and the lucky guy had to be at least a 10 by her standards. But making out was nice. A nice distraction from what life was like lately and she wasn't going to turn it away.

 

[Twenty1stTechno]

//Hope that you had a good Christmas!

Blake and the others decided around eleven that they should go find Boyd. Since they didn't know where he had gone and he hadn't talked to Blake about it the curly haired friend called him to see where he was and let him know they were coming his way. Wherever his way was. Blake stood in the hall of his best friend's house, his back against the threshold of the small living room the other three were sprawled out in. His face was pulled in a frown as the phone dialled in his ear, exasperation beginning to turn to mild concern. The call had gone unanswered three times which meant that Boyd was having a great time or he was too drunk to find his phone. Either way, Blake didn't like the idea of leaving his friend out partying all night. He had seen what that ends like before. Which was the reason they had made the whole deal in the first place. Blake was more and more concerned for his best friend as Grace came up and gave him a questioning frown. Next thing Blake knew, the lot of them were in Glenn's beat up car and headed to one of the places they knew Boyd usually went to.

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Boyd was giddy with alcohol and the mysterious girl's lips on his. He laughed into her kiss, his hands on her waist as they made out at the edge of the crowd. There were other such couples, drunkenly lip locked together at various corners of the place. The loud beat of the music tore through Boyd's head as he savored the kiss. He was so occupied with her (and a bit too drunk) that he didn't feel his phone vibrating in his back pocket, Blake's calls one by one being missed. Boyd pulled away from Willow breathlessly for a moment, giving her a bright grin and edging a little further from the dancing crowd. He felt his back catch against a small booth and he fell into the seat, pulling Willow by the hips with him.

 

[Truff]

//: I did! Thank you! I hope you did as well

Willow let out a giggle as she was pulled into the lap of the guy. Their lips moved together, finding moments of moving in harmony. For the most part, they moved sloppily in their drunken states. She pulled him closer so that their bodies pressed together. He tasted like alcohol and she was sure she tasted the same mixed with cigarettes. It was when she pulled away to flash him a grin that she finally recognized the face. Her eyes got big. “Holy shit.” She pushed herself off him. She couldn’t remember the name of the guy in her fuzzy mind, but he was one of Blake’s friends. Her lipstick was smeared over his lips and glitter from her dress rubbed off onto the front of his body.

“We can’t let Blake find out!” She finally got out. “Holy shit.” She put her hands on her head. She had messed up. But...it wasn’t like he wanted her anyways. Why should she be exclusive to someone who didn’t want her? This was just her getting over him. Her facial expression changed as she thought this. Drunk Willow did something sober Willow would regret and sober Veronica would slap her for. “Fuck it.” She sat down next to Boyd and locked lips with him again.

 

[Twenty1stTechno]

// I did, Christmas was good, weather not so much

Boyd grinned as he craned his neck up to meet Willow's lips, her laughter as sweet and intoxicating as the drinks he had had earlier. He groaned a bit as she sat on his lap, moving marginally underneath her weight. He ran a hand up her back, feeling her shimmery outfit dig into the front of him as she pressed against him. He wrapped one hand around her neck, cradling her head as he pulled away to regain his breath. As they did and Willow pulled farther back, Boyd's hand dropping to his glitter strewn shirt the blond looked at her with confusion. His eyes widened in recognition of Blake's name but as she sat down and started to kiss him again the mention of his friend was forgotten. His drunk mind was bursting with the present situation and he turned in the booth to press his hands against Willow's sides, eagerly kissing her back.
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Close to the last joint Boyd would go Blake hopped out of the car with Jake, Glenn, and Grace in tow. The four pushed their way into the frenzied atmosphere, the music deafening Blake the moment they opened the doors. Grace shot Blake a sly grin and sauntered off before the other could remind her of why they were there. Glenn shouted after her though and turned his attention to the crowd with a shrug. Blake felt himself tense up, unnerved by the copious smell of alcohol and cigarettes and the many many bodies crowded in the building. As he and Jake pushed there way through groups and pairs of people Blake muttered apologies amidst strained searches for glimpses of the blond boy he knew so well. Jake kept his hand on his shoulder, carefully maneuvering the two around, and silently letting Blake know he wasn't alone in the overwhelming crowd.

Letting out another sigh and ramming his hands through his curls Blake looked around wildly. He was tempted to try calling Boyd again but figured that it wouldn't work out much better the fourth time anyway. As he spun in slow circles, nearly knocking into someone, Jake had searched the seating and froze. Blake reached out to steady himself against his friend and noticed the worry in his face. Frowning Blake followed the other boys' line of vision and felt his heart skip a beat. With a sigh of "Finally, thank god." Blake pulled Jake towards the booth where he could see Boyd making out with a girl. The sight made him draw up short as it fully registered, and Blake cleared his throat awkwardly, looking at Jake who shrugged. Together the two made their way over cautiously, Blake feeling his face grow radioactively red by the time they came within a yard of the occupied couple.

"Boyd! Hey! Boyd!" Blake started out simply speaking before he realized he couldn't hear himself and shouted, wishing he could unsee the scarring scene before him. "Boyd cmon man!" Jake said, walking up and grabbing his friends' shoulder and shaking him. The ear pierced boy was a lot less embarrassed by things and had little shame in these situations. Blake couldn't help but look at his shoes, scuffing his foot against the well worn floor as the other boy pried Boyd off the mystery girl.

 

[Truff]

//Same. It's currently 4 degrees here.

Veronica had been searching for Willow through the crowd as well. The pink haired girl liked to keep tabs on her friends throughout the night to make sure they were safe. She spotted her friend with a guy. She recognized the gold dress that hung off the girl's body as well as the galaxy tattoo that spanned her arm. As she made her way through the crowd towards her, she spotted a familiar head of curls. She managed to push her way through the crowd, watching the scene like it was a train wreck she couldn't stop. "God dammit Willow..." She muttered, putting a hand to her face. This was gonna be messy. She slowly approached the scene, preparing to help Willow, who she knew had drank way too much after the encounter with Blake.

Willow and the guy who's name she couldn't remember were enjoying themselves to pick voices out of the buzz of the club. It was when the guy was physically pulled away from her that she looked up with a look of annoyance on her face. She didn't recognize the guy grabbing the blonde from her as she rested her cheek on the red back of the booth they were in. "God damn you people." She muttered, rolling her eyes to the ceiling then looking back to Jake. The guy also looked familiar, but, like the blonde, it took her a while to place him. It didn't take her nearly as long. She froze for a few seconds before peeking over the back to see Blake not looking at them. She took a breath in and sat back down, staring at the table.

The moment felt sobering. She knew she had messed it up. She messed everything up, including her life. She looked up to make eye contact with Veronica who looked like she was a mixture of angry and sympathetic. "Fuck." She breathed quietly, running a hand through her loosely curled hair. "Fuck fuck fuck." She spoke a little louder. Maybe she wasn't getting over him, but just making this worse on herself.

 

[Twenty1stTechno]

//Oh, gross. It's been hovering at around eight here. And the snow no longer looks nice lol


Jake gave the drunk girl a flat nod, pulling Boyd to his feet with ease. Boyd resisted very little as he recognized his friend and, like Willow, saw Blake. The boy's lipstick smeared face fell and he paled considerable, holding tightly to Jake. The previously wonderful moments faded abruptly as he stumbled away from the booth, supported tightly by the shorter hispanic. He didn't look anyone in the eyes but stared with a sorrowful expression at his best friend, his jaw working to find anything to say. He didn't say anything because at that moment Jake started barking out harsh words. Unfortunately the boy was yelling in spanish but the emotion was very clear and made Boyd flinch even more than the sight of Blake approaching.

Blake kept his gaze stubbornly on his shoes as he caught dim snippets of the conversation, moving closer. Mostly a lot of curses of realization from the girl, Willow, that Blake recognized as soon as he and Jake had gotten close enough. The dress had been outrageously sparkly but hadn't covered up the tattoo that he had made. He felt sick to his stomach as Jake chewed their friend out. The room around Blake seemed to melt into scintillating lights and faraway sounds. He felt like he was trapped in a dream, as he stepped towards the three by the booth he managed to recognize Veronica standing there too, her pink hair the give away. As was the look on her face as she and Willow made eye contact. Blake ignored them. He refused to let himself look at Willow as he walked up to Jake who was both holding and being held by Boyd who looked suddenly sober at the realization of what was and had happened hit him. A slurred word of choice Blake didn't quite catch slipped through the blond's slack jaw as he squeezed Jake's biceps, looking in horror at his best friend.

Jake gave Willow a scathing look as well as he shoved Boyd a few half steps away from the booth, looking at Blake as he came up beside them. "Blake...Blake I'm sorry man...man I'm so sorry." Boyd was practically sobbing now, his emerald eyes misting and his face scrunched up in pain and self hatred. Blake gave Boyd an empty look as he apologized before looking at Jake. "I'll see you tomorrow amigo." His words were barely discernible amidst the noise but Blake had purposefully said it loud enough for the boys around him to hear. The word amigo was also dropped intentionally but the anger inside Blake balked sadly at the harshness he was exhibiting as he turned and forced himself through the crowd leaving the scene to play out itself.

He didn't see Grace or Glenn as he left the bar but he felt that that was probably for the best. He could leave the explanation of why he wasn't with them to Jake and Boyd. He walked past the car they had come in and kept walking, his anger slowly simmering as he clenched and unclenched his fists as he walked. He felt like crying in anger and sadness but also like hitting something. But instead he walked. At some point, when the images of Willow and Boyd making out in that booth were hanging in front of him, he burst into a sprint, not stopping until his body forced him to take a breath and his legs burned. Only then did he look around and realize that he didn't know where he was. He spent the next few minutes winding his way through the unfamiliar part of town trying to unwind.

 

[Truff]

Willow couldn't bring herself to say anything despite the scathing looks from Jake and the near sobbing apologies from Boyd. She couldn't even look at Blake. She had messed it all up, both their friendship and whatever was going on between them. There was no denying that and she knew whatever she could say wouldn't fix it. So instead she just watched the scene unfold in front of her, feeling as if she was inside a dream.

Veronica watched the scene between the three guys unfold before she stepped closer to Jake and Boyd. She put a small hand on Jake's shoulder, looking at him with her blue eyes. "Get your friend home." She said with a soft tone. She turned to Willow and reached a hand out to her. "C'mon darling. I think it's time to go home." She had never seen the look on Willow's face before. A mixture of sadness, regret, shock and heartbreak.

Willow took her friend's hand as she motioned to a guy, Nate, who had emerged from the crowd of people. She motioned for him to call an Uber. Nate gave a confused look. Their nights of drinking never ended in anyone having problems. Just the group of friends having fun. He just nodded and walked outside with his phone. Willow stood up, looking to Jake and Boyd. She opened her mouth to explain herself but lacked words to. Instead, a weak "I never meant to hurt him." She looked down and followed Vee outside.

 

[Twenty1stTechno]

Jake stood stoically as Boyd gathered himself, mumbling drunken words into his shoulder. The taller blond was nearly double Jake's height but he sagged against the smaller boy, making Jake have to support both of them before they fell over. He was also too busy trying to talk sense into Boyd to realized Veronica until he felt her hand on his shoulder. He looked up quickly, his face dark but he relaxed at her advice and nodded, mumbling a "gracias chica" before awkwardly hauling Boyd towards the door. He managed to find Grace who looked in confusion at the pair before helping grab the last of their group and heading out the door. Before she left though she looked up to see Willow and almost opened her mouth to say something, possibly a confused greeting before the other's words reached her ears and she paused. Grace's mouth opened and her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Her hand went up to help support Boyd as she watched Willow and Veronica walk off with a confused look.

"What's going on Jake." Grace hissed, breathless as the two helped their drunk friend out to the car. Glenn was coming out behind them, a boy on the phone just ahead of him. He mirrored his sister's confusion as he started up the car and the four drove off. Jake spent the next few minutes explaining what he knew and Boyd interjected several sincere cries of apologies. The group spent a few minutes driving around trying to find Blake but eventually gave up and took the now passed out Boyd back home.
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Blake didn't mind being out all night, and although he wasn't too sure of where he was he didn't mind being stuck in this part of town. Especially since he wasn't himself right now. His phone went off in his pocket and he vaguely considered that it might be one of his friends but he ignored it. He didn't want to be around anyone right now. The anger he was feeling at the moment was scaring him. He never got angry. He wasn't that kind of person, it took a whole lot to even annoy him let alone get him within the range of angry. But seeing Willow and Boyd together that had done it. Blake couldn't think of a time he had been this mad. He knew he had been this mad at least once before, and he knew that Boyd and the others had been around for that too. However, as he walked around all he could think about was Willow. Echoes of Boyd's tearful apologies rang in his mind but Willow was what consumed it. She hadn't even looked at him. The angry side of him hoped it was because she realized what she had done and hoped she felt awful. He hoped it hurt. But even as he vehemently hoped she hurt for what she had done he wanted to cry from the anger. He didn't want her to hurt he liked her. And he tried to out talk the anger, to calm himself. He spent the whole night wandering around doing that and eventually ended up on a bench in front of the tattoo parlor, having found his way into a familiar part of the neighborhood at around one. He didn't remember falling asleep, but he woke up with dried tears on his cheeks and aching hands, having balled them into fists sometime in the night and not relaxed.

 

[Truff]

Veronica managed to get Willow home and told Nate to just take the uber home without her. She was going to make sure Willow was ok. Once inside, Willow burst into tears, startling Vee. Willow rarely cried. She walked over to the girl and pulled her into a hug with a sigh. She moved them to the couch where Willow leaned into her friend, babbling something about hurt and promises through her tears.

Willow eventually fell asleep on the couch, clutching a pillow beneath her head. Vee let our a sigh and got up to take Willow's bed.

That next day Willow woke up on her couch. Her face was sticky from tears, her makeup smeared on the pillow and a massive headache. She sat up and for a blissful few seconds, she forgot what had happened. It didn't take long for the memory to come back to her and her stomach to twist out of stress and heartbreak. She dragged herself up and into the bathroom where she scrubbed off her makeup and brushed her teeth to rid herself of the gross taste of left over alcohol.

She stood in the bathroom for a while, staring at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, probably from crying and lack of sleep. She let out a breath and walked into her room where a lock of pink hair was visible from under the covers. Willow moved quietly, getting dressed for the day. She didn't have work, but she hoped Blake did. Apologizing wasn't her strong suit, but it had to be done.

 

[Twenty1stTechno]

Blake was jostled awake by his older brother looking down at him with a worried expression. Blake sat up with a small groan before rubbing his face as Dan unlocked the door and ushered him inside. Blake didn’t say anything and the silence from his brother was immense and unbearable. He turned to look pathetically at his brother, his lower lip twitching with the thoughts of last night. He had bit it sometime in the night and he gently ran his tongue over it, the skin tasting faintly metallic and raw.

“What happened? You didn’t go home last night did ya.” Blake closed his eyes to his brother’s look and shrugged, nodding his head sullenly. He didn’t know if he could talk about it without getting really angry or upset. Dan sighed and sat Blake down on the counter like he would when they were younger. After a moment of Dan silently surveying the lost puppy look on his younger brother’s face Blake drew a shaky breath and told the story. By the end of it Dan wore a knowing and sympathetic look, patting Blake’s curly head.

“You like her a lot then.” Dan said, not quite a statement not quite a question. Blake nodded, wiping a curl away from his glasses. Dan nodded solemnly and spent the next few minutes giving him advice and telling him to patch it up with Boyd. Blake knew his brother was right and Dan knew better than anyone how Blake got when he was truly angry or hurt. After a few hours the store was open and Blake was behind the counter doing his job with absentminded silence.

 

[Truff]

Willow eventually left her apartment with a bottle of Advil, a bottle of water and a bagel in hand. Vee was still sleeping in her bed. She let out a breath, deciding to walk that morning. It would give her time to come up what in the world to say to Blake. At the beginning of her walk, she was at a frustrating loss of words.

She munched on her bagel and watched people walk past her. The only thing she could think of was to explain the truth. Why she was there, why she had drank so much and why she was so willing to make out with, what she thought, was a stranger.

It wasn’t long before the tattoo parlor was in sight and Willow felt as if she would throw up on the sidewalk. She sat down on a bench down the sidewalk and took a few deep breaths. Her stomach was in knots, and not from the hangover. She was walking into a situation where her heart would, most likely, be broken because of her own stupid actions.

After a few minutes, she stood up, steadied herself and walked the rest of the way to the parlor. She pushed the door in, swallowing a lump in her throat and looked to Blake, who was exactly where she thought he would be. Thankfully, his brother was in the back, occupied with a client. For a moment, she couldn’t get her mouth to work.

She finally let out a breath. “I know you probably hate my guts but can I please talk to you outside?” She struggled to hide her nervousness, her stiff position and twitching hands gave her away.

 

[Twenty1stTechno]

Blake looked up as the door chimed to alert him to a customer. His mouth went dry as he saw Willow standing in front of him, his mind refusing to function as he struggled between conflicting emotions. Part of him was hurt and angry but another part was happy to see her. The wounds from last night were so fresh in him that he neglected the happy part.

His jaw moved as he considered her nervous request, and he clenched his teeth together before pushing his chair back silently. He didn’t bother looking over his shoulder to check on Dan, he had just sent the client he was with in a handful of minutes before and it was a slow day so far. He stood and walked over to Willow, trying to keep his face passive and not let either side of his emotions get the better of him. He tried hard to remember what his wiser brother had told him hours before as he nodded, his breath slowly released through his nose as he noted how truly nervous Willow looked.

She also looked like she had been drinking last night, her eyes were bloodshot again. Sympathy and regret welled up in him, he didn’t like how ill at ease she looked. And the least he could do was hear what she had come to say. He slid a hand into his pocket, walking past her to open the door and holding it open for her before following her out.

 

[Truff]

Willow was slightly surprised that he agreed to hearing what she wanted to say to him. She had expected him to kick her out in a politely passive aggressive way. She stepped back as he passed her to open the door. She walked out into the warm air and waited until the door closed before attempting to find her words.

“I...I...” She let out a breath before looking downwards. “I was there last night drinking that much because I was trying to tell myself that if I just partied hard enough I could get rid of the feelings I have for you because they kind of scare me and I’m afraid of getting hurt and I’m afraid of hurting you but that what I ended up doing and I messed it all up like I do everything and...” She realized she was babbling.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled, not wanting to look up at him. “And I understand if you don’t want to talk to me. I understand.”

 

[Twenty1stTechno]

Blake watched Willow silently as she started pouring out an explanation. His stoic expression faltered as she finished and he let out a frustrated breath and looked down at his shoes. He thought over what she confessing and brought his hands up to his head bunching his curls in his fists as he turned away from Willow and paced a few steps.

She had just confessed to liking him. She was scared to get hurt. She had been scared of hurting him which had happened. Blake turned sharply on his heel, feeling the sole of his shoe crunch on the pavement. His eyes looked at her closely, his face troubled. He wasn’t sure what he wanted. It hurt still, knowing her reasons didn’t make that better but he didn’t want her to walk away and him never see her again. He had to forgive her. The anger he felt at her actions simmered but he fought to let it go, accepting her apology with a nod, biting his lower lip.

“Doesn’t explain why you were making out with my best friend.” Blake muttered to her, stepping towards her slowly, his arms crossing loosely over his chest.

 

[Truff]

Willow watched him pace in front of her. She bit her lip in uncertainty. What was his reaction possibly going to be? She could feel the anger practically oozing out of him and somehow the anger of someone like Blake was worse than anyone else she had encountered. She didn't like that the anger was directed at her. Despite this, she stood still.

When he finally spoke, her eyes began to water and tears threatened to overflow onto her cheeks. She felt horrible for what had happened. For what she had made him feel. She opened her mouth, then closed it.

She was silent for a few seconds. "I really don't have a good explanation other than that I was drunk and didn't recognize him." She said quietly. "And that I fucked up." She took a breath in.

"I understand that I hurt you and that was never my intention, even in the beginning." She had fallen for him and hard. Hurting him and ending up in this situation was never the plan. Her lower lip had begun to tremble.

 

[Twenty1stTechno]

Blake regretted what he said as soon as he saw the tears in her eyes. His heart dropped at the sight of her standing in front of him near tears and his face dropped. He let out a sigh, the well of anger he had been holding on to slipping away at the sight of her. She had to be sincere he didn’t think Willow was the kind of girl to apologize and cry like this.

Seeing her lip tremble and worried her tears might start falling Blake stepped towards her his hand reaching out to touch her arm cautiously. He didn’t know what he was doing but his arm slid around her and he stepped closer to her. With a heavy sigh he shook his head and looked at Willow with a softened expression.

“Okay. I forgive you, I forgive you just don’t cry please.” He whispered. He fought to not bring a hand up to mess with his glasses as he awkwardly realized how close he was to Willow and that his arm was around her. “You got yourself drunk just to avoid liking me?” He said, his voice cracking with the attempt at lightening the mood. Seeing a girl cry was not an often witnessed occurrence for him and being that it was Willow and the situation was what it was it made him feel a little out of his depth.

 

[Truff]

Willow watched him as he approached her and put an arm around her. She looked up at him with upset eyes. When he said he would forgive her, she let out a breath of relief. She also noticed how bold of a move it was to wrap his arm around her waist. At least for him. She stepped a little closer to him. She could feel the heat of his body.

When he made a comment about her drinking just to avoid liking him, she gave a sheepish laugh, her eyes still damp. She wiped them away. "You're scary." She said quietly, looking at him then looking down.

It was so rare for her to be afraid of a guy. But Blake was different. He was sweet and quiet and non-threatening. She wasn't afraid of him necessarily, but of messing things up with him. Where else, especially in her life and neck of the woods, would she find someone like him? "I was afraid and was trying to get over you..."

 

[Twenty1stTechno]

Blake stayed still as Willow moved closer to him, his chin brushing her temple. Being so close to her replaces the exhausted anger and hurt with nervousness and excitement. He could feel her breathing and as she laughed at his attempt at humor he smiled sheepishly. He craned his neck to look at her better and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m scary? Gee.” He said then smiled at her with his soft, awkward grin. “And you seem to have done a really bad job of getting over me.” He pointed out.

Blake’s eyes searched Willow’s face carefully, noting the tears in her bloodshot eyes with regret and pain. He was still angry about last night but he knew her apology was real and he didn’t want to stay angry forever. Besides, he had seen her drunk before, she had fallen asleep in his lap so making out with Boyd wasn’t so far off. His heart dropped as he thought of his friend and he bowed his head a little. He needed to talk to him soon. But that could wait, right now the girl he liked was standing with his arm around her waist and near tears and that was not how he pictured any scene in his life going. He wasn’t quite sure what it meant now either.

 

[Truff]

Willow looked up at him and just laughed a little again. His silly smile made her stomach do flips and butterflies flutter. She reached up, gently pulled out a curl and let it bounce back. "Shut up." She spoke quietly. Her eyes burned from going to bed crying. She still felt awful for what had happened and wanted to do anything to prove to him that she wanted to make it better.

She wanted to lean into him, hug him and soak up the faint smell of his cologne. She wanted to stand on her toes and kiss him. But she stood still, just looking up at him, examining his light eyes and dark curls. She figured it wasn't the time to push her luck.

Instead she reached up and gently touched his cheek with her fingertips. "Thank you for giving me another chance." She whispered.

 

[Twenty1stTechno]

Blake smiled in amusement as Willow laughed, the sound making his heart tighten. He shook his head at her command and gave her an amused look as her hand toyed with one of his curls. Blake enjoyed how easily entertained she was by his hair, remembering that one night when she had played with it. He noticed her staring at him and gave her a quick, questioning look, his hand moving slightly across her waist.

As her hand reached up to his face Blake blinked, his eyes following her hand to his cheek. The touch made him giddy and tongue tied. He swallowed and simply nodded, his eyes wide. He smiled falteringly down at her and leaned his head slightly towards her hand, enjoying the touch.

“You’re welcome.” He whispered back, his voice coming out sounding awkward and like he had been caught off guard. Willow’s hand on his cheek and her being so close to him was probably at fault for that. After a moment of studying her silently Blake raised his eyebrows, his glasses shifting. “So...what are we now?” He asked in a conspiritary whisper, though inside he was extremely invested in the answer.

 

[Truff]

Willow's hand was still on his cheek when he asked what they were. The last time that question has been asked, it caused troubles. A lot of confused feelings, a lot of hurt and few mistakes. She paused, faltering for a moment, before her hand dropped to his shoulder. She pulled herself up towards him, slightly leaned into his body and gently pressed her lips against his.

The kiss was as slow as it was soft. Each move calculated and planned and unlike anything she had ever experienced before after early highschool. She pulled away, her cheeks flushing pink. She felt like a school girl that felt as if she could probably melt into the ground. She was surprised she could even look him in the eye.

"Can the answer be different than last time?" She whispered back. She could feel eyes on her and from the corner of her vision spotted the source. Grown men, tattooed and tough, all leaning in the window of the tattoo parlor, unabashedly watching with glee. She couldn't help but snort and glance over. "seems like the audience wants to know too." She spoke quietly, looking back to him.

 

[Twenty1stTechno]

Blake’s face shifted to a look of surprise as Willow reached up and kissed him. At first he was too stunned by the event to move, feeling her lips on his made his body go numb with surprise and pleasure. His hand slipped as she leaned against him and he let it fall back to his side. After a moment of being struck stupid Blake found himself kissing her back. His lips fumbled against hers as he tried not to smile.

As she pulled away Blake looked at her in wonder, his mouth partially open as he struggled to make a coherent answer. Her snort and glance back to the parlor distracted him from answering and he turned his head slightly to follow where her gaze went. He gave a scoff of amusement at the sight that met him and rolled his eyes, his face which had already turned red, darkened considerable as he looked back to meet her gaze. Blake didn’t need to think about the answer to her question, the fading sensation of her kiss still on his lips. He wanted to be with her. His head nodded, curls bouncing slightly at the motion as he looked at her with a wide, star struck, but still goofy smile.

“I really like you Willow.” He mumbled, the only words coming to mind being how much of a crush he had on her, especially since she had just kissed him. He hadn’t been kissed like that before, and was still shocked at how different the two kissing experience he had had were. He hoped there would be more opportunities to kiss her in the future. As he stood for a moment drinking in the sight of her a couldn’t help but smile at how she was also blushing.

 

[Truff]

Willow grinned at his red face and silly grin. When he nodded and spoke, she laughed a small laugh. "Yeah I really like you too Blake." She watched as his face deepened the shade of red it already was. She could feel the eyes still on them and knew teasing would occur once she left and he went back. She didn't want to leave, she wanted to stand there with him all day. But she knew she couldn't keep him out on the sidewalk.

She glanced back to the shop, then to him. "You should probably get back to work," she mumbled. "You can call me after." She stood on her toes once more and kissed his cheek. She turned and walked across the street to the flower shop to say hello to Julie.

The scent of flowers hit her as she walked in. Julie was out, but the older woman sat at the counter. She grinned at the sight of Willow. "Hello, my dear. Beautiful day, huh?" Willow smiled, suddenly in a good mood despite her hangover. After a few minutes of talking, she sat on the counter and texted Vee. She wondered if Blake's friends hated her now for what had happened.

 

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Blake grinned a little bigger as she returned the sentiment. His face was on fire but he didn’t focus too much on the discomfort as she said her goodbye and reached up to kiss his cheek. He nodded, his glasses bouncing against his nose as he adjusted them. He turned then to look at the gawking faces and glared good naturedly before heading back inside. He waved off the teasing as he settled back into his chair. He gave Dan a reluctant nod of thanks and slowly the group filtered through still giving him grief through the day.

As he finished up his routine and started to leave he pulled out his phone. He stared for a long moment at his messages before heading out. He kept his phone in his hands debating on calling Willow now or waiting until he finished what he was headed to Boyd’s house to do. Since none of them at any plans for the day they would all most likely be there. Really it didn’t matter so long as Boyd was.

About twenty or so minutes later Blake knocked on the door to his friend’s house. Jake opened the door looking rather relieved to see him. Once inside the two headed to where Boyd was in the living room extremely hungover. It took several minutes but after Boyd stopped trying to apologize Blake let him know he was forgiven. He told the two about his talk with Harmony and shake looked skeptical but Blake in the end convinced them that Willow wasn’t bad. Later that night he would have to explain the same to Glenn and Grace when they came over but he would manage. After that was sorted Blake excused himself and stepped outside to called Willow.