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[Blake Knox]

BABY, GIVE ME A SIGN

eek. Another DanielXBlake board. We just don't have enough <3. Eleven seems a lucky number!

GIVE ME A REASON

Things, that morning, were not pretty. And that can be used in many different ways. Not pretty, as in Blake's hair was a bird's nest. Not pretty, as ever single sound around him. The creak of a floor board, or the dropping of a pin throbbing in his ears. He had a hangover. And he, honestly, felt like shit. He didn't want to move, out from under the covers. The sunlight, that managed to get through the blinds, was too bright. And even though his body ached, he didn't move.

Instead, that morning, Blake let out a groan. An arm, reaching up from the blanket and flailing aimlessly. He thought of Daniel. The other boy, obviously, wasn't up yet. Or, he wasn't moving because Blake's sensitive ears would of heard it. Staring at the pattern of the blanket, and the light that hit it, Blake wondered what he should do. Daniel probably was snoozing away, after all, Blake had swarmed in with drama last night. All starting with a drunk call, and then him spilling his guts.

How did Blake feel about the whole thing? A little ashamed. He had basically told his room mate his sob story, and he barely knew anything about Daniel. Except his name and that he was a dependable friend. Was that what they were now? Friends? Should he express that somehow? Or should he just act the same? Same old Blake. Depending, ignorant, and most of all a brat. How should treat him? Blake never really had a friend. He had never really wanted one.

He closed his eyes, remembering their hug in the dark last night. So that is what friends did? He felt his face getting hot. It was too hot in here! Blake threw the covers off him, and groaned in return. He shouldn't have done that. The light burned his eyes. He sat up, slowly, and rubbed his temples. He was sure he looked just, great, like a bomb hit him. He peeked over at Daniel who was still sleeping. He to get some medicine for his pounder, but he wasn't sure he'd make the trip. Grabbing his pillow, he lazily threw it at Daniel. "Daniel," he croaked, his voice still groggy, "hey, Daniel! It's morning. Get your ass up."

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[Daniel Greyson]

ALL THE SOULS THAT WOULD DIE JUST TO FEEL ALIVE

danielxblake threadsss <333 and eleven does seem like the lucky number XDD lol

The first thing he felt was something soft being thrown at him, which he simply decided to ignore before he heard his roommate call out his name in a not-so-good-sounding voice. He blinked open his eyes, took a look at Blake with a frown on his lips and turned over. Too tired, way too tired to get up and do anything right now. He shifted, lying on his stomach with his face towards the wall. An arm hung off the end of the bed and his brown hair was left a huge mess. Right now, he didn’t even bother.

He groaned when Blake called him again, really not interested in getting up right now. A yawn escaped his lips before he wearily blinked his eyes open. He moved his arms, letting them lift him up from the bed before he positioned himself leaned against the wall with a not-so-amused face. “Morn-…” He froze mid-word, letting out another yawn, but this time moving his hand lazily over his mouth. “‘ing…” Finishing, his eyes were narrowed, not liking the sunlight at all.

Running a hand through his messy hair, he stared at Blake, still half asleep and really not thinking about anything other than the fact he really didn’t look so good. One of his eyes narrowed while he raised an eyebrow with the other. Before moving his hand back, he gave a small scratch at the back of his neck. “You don’t look so good… just so you know,” he mumbled. Really, he wasn’t usually one to blurt out what he thought, keeping that mostly to his thoughts, but Daniel was no way in hell a morning person. He was just like a zombie, not thinking and just acting on whatever.

He stared, which made him start to think and start to think about what happened last night… well, earlier this morning really. His blue-green eyes widened before he tried to get a bit relaxed. I actually hugged him… Glancing away, the Welsh boy tried not to bring back any more embarrassing memories of the night before. It was just something special that happened… but now, they were sort of friends, right?

Shuffling forward, he stood up, glancing through his stuff. Right now he only wore his boxers, and really, he didn’t want to go to breakfast or anything in such little clothing. Well, not that it should really matter. Hell, some people might even be overjoyed about it. Shaking his head, he glanced over towards Blake. “What time is it… anyway?”

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[Blake Knox]

BABY, GIVE ME A SIGN

/noms on Daniel/ ILU

GIVE ME A REASON

Blake watched as his room mate finally moved awake. "Morning," Blake replied tartly, trying to ignore the urge to yawn in reply. Something about hearing someone yawn, made you as well. He had swung his legs over the side of his bed when Daniel spoke again.

“You don’t look so good… just so you know." Did he really expect Blake to wake up looking perfect? Especially after last night, Blake was certain he looked terrible. But then, it appeared, that Daniel had no filtering system in the morning, not while he had just woken up. "How observant of you Daniel,"Blake said sarcastically, and got up to stretch. It felt good for a moment, but then everything was back to aching. He groaned again, as his head pumped in objection to this. He need to eat something.

But first he had to look presentable. Daniel seemed to get the same idea because he was out of be shortly, searching for something to wear besides his boxers. Blake snorted, if he had only been thoughtful enough to take off something. At least, he had taken his shoes off. Stripping off his night clothes from yesterday, that still smelled faintly of alcohol, Blake heard a muffled question. What time was it? He knew it was later than usual, but he hadn't actually checked. He glanced down at his watch and swore. "Fuck. It is half past seven. If we don't hurry up we won't get anything to eat until lunch!" Blake quickly unzipped his pants and clumsily stumbled out of them. Skinny jeans were not always easy to get off, especially when you liked them air tight.

Kicking the jeans to the floor, Blake claimed the bathroom first. He looked like shit. Clear, dark circles laid under his eyes from a restless night's sleep, and his hair was a knotted mess. He tackled it with a brush, and played with it for a minute before leaving it. What did it matter? He looked thrown together anyway. More importantly, he needed to take a piss, get dressed, and run to lunch.

Blake escaped the bathroom to the sound of flushing. "It's all yours," he muttered. He opened one of his drawers and pulled on a pair of slacks. Stopping as he reached his shirt. How the fuck was he supposed to get that on? His wrist didn't hurt as much as normal, maybe because his whole boy ached, but he still couldn't get his clothes on without a fight. He laid the white, button up shirt on his dresser and the maroon tie beside it. "Hey Daniel," he called, waiting his room mate's attention, "want give me a little help here?" he asked pointing to his wrist and then to his clothes, "being one armed is a little inconvenient."

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[Daniel Greyson]

ALL THE SOULS THAT WOULD DIE JUST TO FEEL ALIVE

he secretly loves you too ; D

He felt like an ass, but whatever. He’d get over it. Plus it wasn’t like their so called ‘friendship’ would be broken by a mere comment like that. Well, it could. He didn’t know. Shit happens and when tempers are short, well, nothing comes out pretty. Yet, Daniel wasn’t here to start a fight or anything, and it didn’t seem like Blake really bothered either besides a sarcastic comment that he brushed off.

His uniform wasn’t exactly in tip top condition, but it wasn’t like anything was really happening today. He just wanted breakfast… and then wanted to go back to sleep. If he was tired over everything, then he could only assume Blake was on the verge of death. Poor guy. Frowning at himself, he really didn’t want to fiddle around with his own sarcastic thought comments.

Setting his uniform shirt and pants on his bed, he grabbed the maroon tie as well before tossing it on top. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with anything school related today. Yet, he lived at school… everything was school related at school. He kind of missed living at home instead of having to live in a dorm. Then again, he did meet an interesting character. Glancing over towards his roommate, he blinked his eyes widened as Blake told him the time.

They had to get their asses moving. There wasn’t any way he’d go and miss breakfast.

Blake took to the bathroom while Daniel pulled on his pants and threw his shirt on while running a hand through his hair. He didn’t really care so much what his hair looked liked, but he’d rather not have some teacher nagging about his bed-head hair. Taking in a breath, he started buttoning up his shirt, glancing over to his roommate as soon as he was done. He quickly finished with his buttons and threw his tie around his neck.

Starting off towards the bathroom, he froze when Blake asked for his help. He gave him a weird look, blinking a few times as if something was off. Usually he didn’t take his help when it came to dressing up even with his broken wrist, why change now? Does this mean he’s trusting me more or something…? Turning around, he wondered if that was a good thing or not.

“Umm… sure?” There wasn’t any other answer he could give him. Though, he stared at the shirt on the dresser then Blake, questioning what he should do. You could at least put it on and I’d just help you with the buttons and tie, you know? He gave him a puzzled look instead, standing there as if waiting for direction to what exactly Blake wanted him to do.

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[Blake Knox]

BABY, GIVE ME A SIGN

HRMM short. /shot

GIVE ME A REASON

Blake froze when Daniel gave him a weird look. Was this too soon to be asking for help? They were in a hurry, so he wasn't thinking that much. He retrieved the shirt from the dresser and shrugged it on, "never mind, it's fine, really. Go get ready, if I still need help I'll ask." As if he would ask. He really should have thought more before just blurting things out like that. Stupid, stupid Blake. He awkwardly began to button up his shirt. His fingers slipping the button carefully through. If it only had been his less dominant wrist he had broken, then things would have been much easier.

"Fuck," he muttered as he got the button in the wrong hole. After all that effort he put forth too. He tore it out and started over from the bottom. Why did the uniforms have to have such small buttons anyway? Why couldn't they just be big ass, ugly buttons? At least then Blake wouldn't feel so crippled.

He should proceed with caution from here on. Daniel and him were only new found friends. Their relationship was very delicate at the moment. Too much and it could snap. So, he would have to be careful. Most of all, he had to find out more about Daniel. He didn't know much about him, besides that he was one of the nicest people Blake had ever meant. Maybe one of the most tolerant as well. But he didn't know why. And frankly, he wanted to know more about him. It was general curiosity. Blake had the right to be curious about his room mate, right? After all, they were friends now.

"So," Blake paused unsure what to ask first, "what's brought you to Eddingborough?" It was a simple question. Easy enough to answer. Right? Just small conversations at a time. That was all. Blake had finally made it halfway up his shirt by now. He felt a little accomplished, but wondered how the hell he was going to get his tie on. Last time he didn't even wear it. He glanced back down at his watch. They had to hurry up if they were going to make it to breakfast. And right now he needed that breakfast.

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[Daniel Greyson]

ALL THE SOULS THAT WOULD DIE JUST TO FEEL ALIVE

no worries~ <3

Did I do something wrong? He glanced at Blake, confused as shit as usual. Why he asked and then told him never mind was beyond his understanding. Did he really do something that annoyed him? Or maybe he was being stubborn again? Whatever it was, Daniel had to remind himself he didn’t have all the time in the world to think about it. He could, of course later, but right now he had to focus on getting ready as quickly as possible so he – well, they – didn’t miss breakfast.

“Umm… okay,” he mumbled before heading off into the bathroom and grabbing his toothbrush. When it came to being a good boy, his mom made sure he took care of his teeth. Plus, it worked for him… no dentist checkups or threats from dear mother. Giving his teeth a good brush, he cupped his hands, running cold water; he leaned down and gave his face a splash of cold water. That might help with waking up a bit. Grabbing a towel, glimpsed out to see how Blake was doing.

Having a bit of trouble? He did want to help and all, but if it was forced on him, would he accept it? Frowning, he just watched for a few seconds before ducking back into the bathroom and staring in the mirror as he tied his tie. It wasn’t that he wasn’t used to tying them, it was a habit he had gotten from his father who always looked in some mirror when tying a tie. So, Daniel had gained it after watching him for so many years.

He perked, walking out of the bathroom as Blake asked him a question. It kind of surprised him, yet made him kind of happy at the same time. His roommate, no, friend actually asked him a question about himself. This question, however, didn’t have a very interesting answer what-so-ever. “Umm, actually… I just wanted a change,” he paused. “So, my older brother recommended this place.”

He glanced over Blake, it really seemed better to help him out, at least with the tie even if he didn’t want it. If he really hated it, Daniel wouldn’t mind if he got yelled at or whatever. He was in a good mood despite not really wishing to remember last night in full detail. “Not very interesting…” Talking along about why he came to Eddingborough, that is. Pausing in front of him, he grabbed Blake’s tie, wrapping it around the other guy’s neck and slowly tying it.

There. “Ready?” He headed towards the door, offering him a small curl of his lips.

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[Blake Knox]

BABY, GIVE ME A SIGN

sorry it has taken so long to reply!

GIVE ME A REASON

"Hrmm," he thought aloud to himself when he finally finished buttoning up his shirt. Daniel's older brother? Blake didn't have any siblings, but he couldn't imagine 'following in their footsteps' or any shit like that. He was too much his own person. Then, if he did have siblings maybe it would take some of his parent's attention of him. Maybe he wouldn't have to carry the family business, or marry some rich ass girl. Maybe he wouldn't be afraid to admit he was gay and tell them to screw themselves if they didn't accept that. He would have a brother or sister to carry on the family name after all. He'd just be Blake. Not Bradford Charles Knox, the perfect son.

It was a curious enough matter to Blake. He now knew Daniel had a brother. It seemed a little pathetic that Blake was try to suck information out of him, but it seemed he had let out too much of himself to get nothing in return. He was about to reach for his tie when Daniel did. He was about to protest, but froze as he quietly watched his room mate, his friend, tie it slowly. Normally he would have snapped, but Blake honestly knew he need the help.. Well, if they wanted to make it the breakfast that was. He waited until Daniel finished and offered him a small smile. "I could have done it myself," Blake said and sniffed as he pulled on his blazer, "but thanks, I guess."

At least no one would bitch that he didn't have his tie on properly. Slipping on his shoes quickly, Blake headed quickly for the door. "Now we will have to take the shortcut to lunch." Of course, the beautiful shortcut was through the teacher's lounge. Grabbing Daniel's hand Blake dragged him out of their dorm. Pulling him swiftly down the hall. The feeling of Daniel's hand bringing back a few memories from last night.. He didn't want to think about last night. He didn't want to think about he told his room mate, who he barely knew, everything. Well, almost everything. There were certainly many more secrets Blake had under his cloak, but not as personal. Well, maybe one was. His parents.

He stopped at the teacher's lounge. "Here we are, just hang on-" he let go of Daniel's hand to dig out a paperclip form his pocket, "ah there we are." He played with the clip for a minute and shook the handle, and the door swung open. "Just a skill I've picked up over the years.. You know." The teacher's lounge was very plain. With tables and a coffee machine. No disco balls or spas, like all the kids believed there to be when they were younger. However, Blake still suspected the Principal was hiding something in that room. But luckily, as Blake had guessed, the room was empty. He quickly yanked Daniel through and toward the door on the opposite side of the room. That one, most coincidentally, came out near the cafeteria. "Ready for this?" Blake asked as he pushed the door open to reveal the cafeteria just across the hall. "I hope they still have pancakes left."

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[Daniel Greyson]

ALL THE SOULS THAT WOULD DIE JUST TO FEEL ALIVE

no problem! <3 ninja skills must come in handy. |: and this post is pretty crappy, mainly because i was tired while writing it, then took a nap and finished it when i got up... lol.

Bringing up his brother was a bit… strange for him really. Daniel hadn’t seen his brother for what seemed like forever, since Wynn came to Eddingborough in truth. He shifted; slightly worried that he’d have to blabber about his brother who he really didn’t know right now. Both of them had changed, he was sure about that. People don’t stay the same in the span of years. There is always something different, even if it’s the smallest thing.

He took in a muffled breath, as if he was in a tense situation, but relaxed once he started tying Blake’s tie. It seemed he was a bit lucky as well, since he didn’t snap at him. More so, it seemed like his roommate accepted his help instead. A grin pulled on his lips in reply. “Yeah,” his voice didn’t ring in a sarcastic tone like usual, rather he spoke the word with fine content, even clicking into a happier sound. The subject of his brother and coming to Eddingborough seemed to have just been dropped right there.

Relieved in the least bit, he glanced over to Blake when he spoke and raised an eyebrow. A shortcut…? Maybe it was just him that didn’t know of this secret shortcut and had been taking the longest route there all along. Though, something didn’t exactly sit in his stomach either about the idea. If it was something that might as well get them into trouble, Daniel doubted he’d agree to it again.

The True Mister Goodie-Two-Shoes stared down at the sudden touch around his hand, shocked, but also comforted. Though, he had the strong urge to shake free of the grip. The night before, those memories were rushing back to him like a racehorse on crack. His cheeks lit up to a soft pink in color, blushing like a mad man and wishing to hide as the memories settled down. He had done something he normally wouldn’t have. Blake had spilled up his guts – his story – about his dramatic history with a guy Daniel now wished to kill, yet he was one stricken with embarrassment instead.

Gulping, he begged to dear lord that Blake didn’t turn around to see what expression held on his face. He’d relax sooner or later, but while the hopes were on sooner, it seemed like much later would be the chosen route for his bubbled emotions. His eyes were fixated on the floor, not daring to glance upwards at Blake to see if he was looking at him or anything of the sorts. It would be better if he didn’t know, after all.

The speedy trip didn’t leave him much thinking space as the two halted in front of the Teacher’s Lounge. His eyebrow rose, wondering exactly what he was doing until he saw the paperclip. Then his expression changed from being embarrassed to disappointment. Sure, it was a shortcut and all, but there was this high chance that someone would see them and, aka, get into huge trouble.

Luck, however, seemed to be on their side – or at least Blake’s – when the door opened and no one was there. He simply shook his head, trying to find some reason to really smack at his roommate for what his secret skills got them into. Yet, the fact that this all got them in time to eat breakfast made him wish to shrug it off instead of becoming a nagging mother.

As soon as they were in, Blake only really gave Daniel minimal thinking time before he was yanked through the room with a mixture of expression flooding his face. Whether to be all skipping happy, embarrassed, annoyed or whatever was beyond him right now. He pretty much just followed along with whatever, placing his trust in Blake and his luck so they weren’t seen by any teachers. It seemed like he had a luck for sliding out of their view, not so much for students since he seemed like the center of attention, but otherwise, Daniel was quite thankful for it.

Oh so magical, Mr. Blake. His sarcastic comment was almost voiced if he hadn’t bitten his lip in time, they just liked to be blurted out as they desired it seemed. Daniel glanced over to his sly roommate when the door was opened, slipping out afterwards and eying the cafeteria line wearily. It seemed like the made it in the nick of time; however, time was running short for a fest.

“Ummm, thanks, I guess,” he murmured out under his breath, finally speaking in what seemed like a silent treatment to Blake for awhile. Daniel didn’t exactly mean to be rude and not say anything; it was just kind of hard to focus on what was happening now and what happened before. He was fixed, rolling back in forth between the two as if at any moment they’d be thrown back into the past. If it all happened, then he wondered if he’d change the actions that he made the night before.

The talk of pancakes made him want to drool onto the floor. He held that in, not really wanting to look like some idiot and become the laughing stock for awhile… along with probably getting ignored by Blake for the rest of his life, to which he couldn’t really blame him. Shifting, he waited for a moment, like usually he’d probably trail after his roommate. It was becoming quite the habit, one that he didn’t actually realize, at least yet. Once Blake moved, he’d follow suit.

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[Blake Knox]

BABY, GIVE ME A SIGN

/noms on drama cookie/ YUMMM!

GIVE ME A REASON

They had pancakes. Rather, Blake hoodwinked the cook into making him and Daniel a batch. It wasn't that big of a deal. A sweet smile or two, and he had two plates stacked with pancakes. If he didn't have such a pounder, then he would of shoved them down waiting in line. Sliding his card for Daniel and him both he gestured for the other boy to follow him to a table. Preferably an empty table. Luck was on their side because as they got up a boy was just finishing. Or rather, finished when Blake came over to sit down. Such a lucky day.

He reached for the butter and lightly buttered his pancakes before shoving them down with a fork. He didn't like syrup that much, especially since his stomach was still weak from last night. He preferred not to throw up the only food he has eaten in at last twelve hours. He downed it with a little orange juice. He didn't say anything while he was eating, but he wasn't sure if Daniel would understand him with a pancake shoved down his throat. Instead, he preoccupied himself with his thoughts.

Daniel. Was his room mate. When they first met his first, initial, thought was slave. And then he somehow came to like the kid, without even knowing it. Last night he called Daniel. Not Jess, not anyone else... It just happened to be Daniel. His room mate who he had known a total of two and a half days. What the fuck was that? Did Blake have some, stupid, fetish for people he lived near? Even for a day? He was just somebody who easily gets attached, was he? It didn't fucking seem that way to him. Well, he did get all tangled up with that guy last year... But that was different. Wasn't it?

The question that burned into Blake's slightly-better-but-still-pounding-dead-brain was what was Daniel? Was what he felt for Daniel true? Or was it some messed up psychological shit that he was simply liking him to fill in the hole his ex had left him with. Or did Blake like Daniel because of Daniel? He certainly felt the kid had a, well, charm to him. The way he didn't listen a hundred percent to Blake, but still was there when he needed him... The way his lips curled into that small smile...

Oh fuck! Blake coughed in embarrassment, but he had already shoved a pancake down his throat. Reaching for his orange juice, while participially gagging on his food, he wondered why the fuck he felt so... So sick. Sickly happy. It was the hangover. Gulping the juice down he blinked away tears that had welled up in his struggle. "I'm okay..."

No, actually he wasn't. He was shoving pancakes down his throat as quickly as he could swallow, and wondering what the fuck to do with Daniel. He could go on like this. Thinking that possibly he was trying to replace that guy... Especially with someone like Daniel. Someone who deserved more that to be dirt to cover a hole. He didn't want that. Besides, maybe if he had time to clear his head he wouldn't need to be so... So vulnerable. Open to cut, and ready to joy and despair... Just with a few words, I don't want you. Before it ran too deep, like his past marks, that it wouldn't heal. He would take the shallow cut. One that would heal in time... Sometime.

That was it. Downing his last pancake he eyed Daniel quietly. It was time. Time to break things off before they got too serious, too painful. Blake was, well, he was a coward. And he knew that. "Daniel, I, well, I've been thinking," he couldn't look anymore. He stared at the small amount of orange juice that remained in his glass, "and I don't think we should carry on like this... I don't think we should be room mates." He looked off to the other people in the cafeteria, too uncomfortable to see his face. Daniel's face. "Sorry," he mumbled quietly turning his gaze to the floor now.

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[Daniel Greyson]

ALL THE SOULS THAT WOULD DIE JUST TO FEEL ALIVE

oh kill me now, this post is horrible. x.x

Daniel really didn’t pay attention to what all happened. A few sweet smiles from Blake seemed to charm the cook and they had freshly made pancakes stacked up neatly on two plates. If it wasn’t for his self-control, he’d be drooling just from staring at them. Instead, he followed behind his roommate as if the pancakes had hypnotized him into doing so. His eyes really never left the food. Oh how hungry he was.

The table was left empty, Daniel didn’t really mind the other kid, but he got up and left soon enough. Sitting down, he buttered the pancakes once his roommate had and drowned them in syrup. Perhaps he was just feeling up to it, but the pancakes just looked too drool-worthy then to just wait. It seemed like his roommate was as hungry as well, when he glanced over to see him swallowing down one.

Daniel cut into them, slicing them in fourths before moving the pieces along the outside of the plate to soak them even more in the syrup. He plopped them into his mouth, munching away in pure delight. Food was the only thing on his mind. Nothing else seemed to matter right now other than eating down all the pancakes in time to get to class without any worry.

He jumped, startled at the cough from Blake, staring at him worried that he could be choking. His mouth opened, ready to ask if he was okay, something that seemed to become quite the habit as well. Yet, his roommate beat him to the punch, telling him that he was. Daniel gave a weary nod of his head before clamming down on other piece of his pancake.

Even though he had a moment of embarrassment, a bit of a freak out episode, he was okay, in a good mood and all. There didn’t seem to be anything that could break his mood off into the other direction. And he was content.

Blake spoke up, his attention turned to him automatically, still munching on a pancake while he started off. Something’s wrong…? The way he avoided to look at him just made Daniel feel uneasy as if something was going to happen, and something that either left the other guy embarrassed or… if whatever would come from his mouth wouldn’t be something Daniel would like. He dropped his fork, biting on his lip when he continued.

What the hell? What are you saying?! Did I do something?! What did I do…? Those were the first thoughts that came to mind when he heard his roommate voice out that he well… didn’t want to be roommates. His eyes widened, staring at him in pure shock at the sudden statement. It was like a shot to the heart, leaving him utterly confused to what had caused Blake to tell him this.

Biting down harder on his lip, he tried to keep from screaming out in protest. To voice out and ask him why, plead to him to answer why exactly he thought such a thing. His lip moved up in a sneer, his nose crunching a bit with a wrinkled line creasing in his forehead, not a pretty sight, but he was pissed.

“Why…?” His voice cracked, with him leaning back as if at any moment he’d stand up. From what he saw, he thought they were friends. Now, Blake was just smacking him across the face as if everything was just some twisted joke. There was no way he couldn’t be hurt to what his so called ‘friend’ told him. His shoulders were tensed up as he clenched his hands together.

“I’m really not buying this, Blake,” he spat, anger riddled with his words like no tomorrow. A sick joke, that’s what this is, right? Don’t be like this… Daniel held his breath, staring down at the two last pieces of pancake that were left on his plate. Taking in a deep breath, he grabbed his fork and stuffed the two pieces into his mouth. Yet, he couldn’t relax, no matter how much he wished this to be all a joke. Blake had said it so in a voice that Daniel could only take a serious.

“For fuck’s sake, Blake, what the hell did I do?” His eyes moved from the plate to his… to him as soon as the words started to flow from his mouth. There wasn’t a way he could suppress all the emotion that threatened to give at any moment. He gave a shake of his head, staring back downwards before closing his eyes and trying to take in a breath.

Standing up, he grabbed the now empty syrup covered plate, moving towards the trash can before he paused, not far away from the table yet and looked over to Blake. “Sorry… I need a moment.”

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[Blake Knox]

BABY, GIVE ME A SIGN

yahh, I finally got the muse for this post <3.

GIVE ME A REASON

Funny. It was funny how much Daniel's hurt voice cut Blake. He could only imagine the hurt expression on his face. He had hurt Daniel. And that hurt him more than he could bear. But he couldn't break down now. No, he had decided to protect his cowardly heart. An uneasy heart that couldn't take anymore lies. Lies that these feelings, this attraction wasn't fatal. Lies that he couldn't be his everything. Like Blake couldn't be Gabe's everything. What if Daniel didn't want him? He probably didn't like guys anyway.

Then, Blake wasn't completely sure of his own feelings... Of course, Daniel, would surely always be something to him. But what if he wasn't everything? He didn't want to ruin him. To ruin that pure, innocence that he no longer had. He wasn't about to take that away from him. He didn't want to look in the mirror everyday and see someone else, someone he despised. So, he was better off breaking it now. Before he became a selfish monster, or before he got hurt.

“I’m really not buying this, Blake,” the words were spat in anger. Maybe frustration? Blake finally looked at Daniel. His firsts were clenched, and his shoulders tense. He looked ready to blow his top. Blake had never seen his special room mate mad before, and he couldn't help but find it cute. He only smiled softly at him, and gazing with accepting eyes... Yes, he knew that Daniel would be mad. Why shouldn't he? Blake was slapping him across the face. He was being cruel.

Blake told himself he was doing them both a big favor. But that didn't change the fact that he really just wanted to cry right now. His thoughts trailing to what could have been possible. Being friends, huh? They could have laughed together, worked hard together, and help each other up when they fell. He could hold Daniel's warm hand. Make him smile, that kind, sweet smile. He watched blankly as Daniel shoved the rest of his pancake into his mouth... They could of watched the stars from his secret hide-away. Then he could of told him his feelings, and be returned with the same feelings. He could kiss those lips under the moonlight. He could of been his everything.

“For fuck’s sake, Blake, what the hell did I do?” Daniel looked up from his plate. Blake felt the corners of his smile twitch slightly. He didn't answer this either. Just watched as the boy shook his head and looked away again before standing up to leave. It was okay. Blake was okay.

“Sorry… I need a moment.” Blake had to suppress the sudden urge to jump up and stop him. Seeing Daniel's tense frame moving away, leaving him. He was afraid, irrationally, that this would be the last time he would see him. Suddenly he felt nauseous. He had ate far too quickly, and now he was paying for it. Shoving the chair off with a loud squeal, that made a few head turns, he moved quickly to the rest room.

Luckily it was a one person one, and he made it just in time. His body kneading over as it all came out. The force forming tears that he so coldly held back earlier. Fuck. He flushed his breakfast down, and swallowed, uncomfortably, as the acid burned his throat. Weak, now, he simply leaned against the wall. "Sorry, Daniel. It seems this is the second time I've cried since I've met you," he murmured to himself, and wiped his face clear.

DARLING, ONLY A FOOL COULDN'T SEE RIGHT THROUGH US

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