Bad boys ain't no good, good boys ain't no fun

12. A wonderful week

It was a great week. I really couldn't imagine it could get any better. I, Ashton and Bree went on a baseball game and after it we went on a party of one of Bree's friends and we danced and laughed and i was completely relaxed and Blake wasn't there so i really got to enjoy the party with my friends only. I didn't have to think about anything and spring break was coming soon so i didn't have much to learn and warmer days were coming aswell. Sun always filled me up with energy and it always put me in a good mood. 

A door bell rang and woke me up from my deep sleep. I wouldn't have heard it if it wouldn't be ringing for the 10th time already. I groaned annoyed and stepped out of my warm bed. It was eight in the morning on a rainy saturday, Who the hell would come here at eight in the morning on a casual saturday? I ran downstairs with my messy hair sticking out in every direction and in my short-short black pyjama shorts and an old oversized white top that used to belong to my mum and i slept in it since i can remember. When i finally got to the door the person was still ringing so Meg woke up too and came to check who it was. She looked even terribler then i did. She probably went partying last night. I opened the door and then i froze in complete shock. Megs face looked even more surprised. It kind of grimaced in a weird, unattractive way.

"Good morning, beautiful." the person said as i was dying from emberrasment.

"Blake." i said and smiled in an unconvincing way. Megs mouth was wide open, with her eyes bulging out of her eye sockets. 

"Hello, Meg." Blake said without even taking a second to look at her. He's eyes were completely focused on me. Meg didn't say a thing. She just ran back upstairs like a little scared rat. I moved my head so i invited him to come in. I was still shocked and i lost my ability to speak somehow. When i finally got over the fact that Blake just saw me in my pyjama without my make up, with my messy hair and morning face, dull eyes and dark circles around them i noticed that he was carrying two starbucks cups and a paper bag.

"Hungry?" he asked and lifted the bag. He looked perfect and he wasn't even trying. I couldn't help but smile. His hair was wet from the rain and little water drops were slowly dripping down his face.

"You really should call me next time before you come to my house at seven in the morning. It could harm your health if you see me like this one more time." i said seriously. He smiled a little and wanted to kiss me. I quickly moved away. He looked at me surprised but i still saw a tease in his eyes.

"Morning breath." i said embarrased. He rolled his eyes and kissed my forehead. 

"You really souldn't have seen me like this." i said once again. Then i took him upstairs to my room, so he waited for me to get properly dressed. 

"Just so you know," he started with mischief in his sexy voice. "i would prefer if you wouldn't get dressed." i rolled my eyes at his typical conclusion. 

"Just so you know, i can be very cranky in the morning." i said seriously. He smiled and showed his beautiful teeth. I started to feel weak in my knees so i quickly went to the bathroom. I changed into some normal pants and a warm, gray pullover. i quickly washed my teeth and ran to my room. I had to take a deep breath to calm myself down a little before i stepped back into my room. Blake was still there looking at my pictures, smirking with that teasing look on his face. When i stepped in he looked at me from the tip of my toes and all the way to the top of my head.

"Could you be even more obvious?" i said and rolled my eyes. He smikred even more and slowly came up to me. He put his arms on my cheeks and kissed me. It was a nice, shut up kind of a kiss.

"I brought some coffee and some croissants." he said proudly. I smilled and sat on the bed. It was such a nice surprise. Even though i'd still wish he wouldn't come that early in the morning when i looked like shit. I took a sip of the coffee just as i noticed it was my favourite. And the croissants with chocolate! How could he knew that.