His Beautiful Amore

{33} Things to do While Suspended

~Leata~

Thing #1: Go Somewhere

"Blake. Blakey Boy. Hotness. Blakeyyyyy. Blake the Cake. Blake--"

"What?!"

"I'm bored."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

"Lets go somewhere."

"Where?"

"...I have no idea."

Blake rolls his eyes, getting up from the couch and grabbing the keys to the other car my brothers and I share.

"Lets go."

"Where?" I question.

"Somewhere."

*~*

"This is where I go when I need to think." Blake explains as we stand on a cliff that overlooks the whole town of Riverhead. "Or just get away from those stupid ass figlio di puttanas that go to our school."

"I bet this place looks nice at night." I say.

"It does." He nods.

"Oh, one thing," I start. "It would have taken less time climbing up the cliff to get here than driving twenty minutes, walking up a hill, then tracking through the woods!"

*~*

Thing #2: Stuff Your Face with Food

"You eat like a pig." Blake states as I practically inhale my Orange Chicken and Fried Rice from Panda Express.

"And yet I still have abs, so it's all good." I say coolly.

"You have slight abs." He tells me.

"I have a toned body, alright?!"

"Whatever you say." He puts his hands up in surrender.

It's silent for a few minutes as we eat our food.

Then Blake decides to speak again.

"I have better abs than you."

"Suck a dick."

"That's Quentin's job."

*~*

Thing #3: Get Ice Cream...and Smash it in Blake's Face

"Oooh, ice cream!" I yell excitedly, running towards the shop.

"Amore, get your ass back here before you get lost!" Blake shouts, running after me.

I run into the shop and press my face against the glass, looking at all the flavours of ice cream in awe.

"I'm in heaven." I whisper, fogging up the glass.

I'm pulled of the glass and the back of someone's hand is on my mouth, roughly wiping it.

"What the fuck, Blake?" I exclaim as he takes his hand off my face.