"Lana, wakey wakey." Blue said nudging me lightly.
"No." I groaned pulling the blankets over my head.
"I've got coffee." He tempted in a sing-song voice.
"Fine." I said with a sigh.
I rose from my bed like a zombie rising from the grave and stretched feeling almost euphoric.
"You wanna talk about that little show you put on last night." He asked sliding into bed next to me and handing me my coffee.
"Not particularly." I replied letting the night's memories dance through my mind.
I could replay kissing him over and over again, the fireworks that exploded behind my eyes were already a distant memory, but the butterflies were still dancing in my stomach partying like it is 1999.
"Well, I do." He said with a deep chuckle. "My personal favorite part is what happens right after 'walk away before your feelings get hurt.' God that was fucking epic."
"Fuck, don't remind me. She pissed me off so bad. I never got to apologize for that. I'm sorry by the way." I said taking an awkward sip of my coffee.
"Shit, that's the most action I've had in about eight months." He said taking a big gulp of coffee.
"Damn that long ago? If it makes you feel any better that was like my first kiss in four years." I laughed sitting my coffee on the nightstand.
"The shitty thing about it is that me and Grace only broke up about two months ago, but she hadn't touched me in months. Low in fucking behold she was touching my best friend." He sighed dropping his head in his hands.
"I'm sorry, I know that was probably hard."
"The worst part about it is I literally had been working my ass off all day and I get home and there they are in my bed." He said with glossy eyes. "I got so pissed off I made them leave and threw my mattress out my window."
I felt my heart hurt for him. The ultimate betrayal of two people you love some much. I reached out and grabbed his hand and did the only thing I could do. I gave him a tight hug, thinking that if I squeezed hard enough all of his pieces would go back together again. Unfortunately, that's not how it works. When I pulled away his deep eyes were still a glossy forest green and his smile didn't meet his eyes.
"I'm sorry Blue, if I could make it go away I would."
"I know you would. Thank you for helping me see who she actually was. Ugly."
He let out another long sigh as he gathered the coffee cups. "We need to head to that store out in West Haven today. I'm gonna run home and shower and I'll be back to pick you up in about an hour, sound good?"
"Yeah, of course, I'll see you in a little bit."
I gathered my things for a shower and hopped in. The hot water washed away any dirt of yesterday that was still left on me. As I washed my body my mind wandered back to Blue. How could someone ever do something so cruel to such an amazing person? I would never comprehend the want or need to hurt people for no reason. I quickly finished up trying to keep my ADHD from running away with my mind and hopped out. I walked out into my room dropping my towel, drying my body, and then wrapping my soaked hair. I decided to be a little adventurous today and pulled on a jean skirt, but kept to the norm with my black baggy shirt and Doc's. I then began working on my face covering the last of the evidence of the bruise under my eye and running the product through my damp hair. I stepped back from the mirror and smiled. Even though I had only been here a little while, I could already see myself healing. Proud I walked down the stairs and plopped down onto the couch to wait for Blue with a book in hand. I quickly got lost in the world of Catherine and Heathcliff and before I knew it I was absorbed in their push and pull romance just like the first time I had read it.
A light knocking on the door pulled me away from the Yorkshire moors.
"Who is it?" I hollered from my place on the couch.
"Blue."
"Come in." I replied
"Ah, Wuthering Heights," Blue questioned as he came to my side of the couch.
"Yeah, have you read it?" I asked
"He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same." Blue exclaimed in a mock English accent earning a hearty laugh from me.
"Not many men can rattle off quotes like that," I said trying to hold back a smile.
"I actually hated the book." He explained. "Catherine was a bitch from hell and Heathcliff a was entirely too proud."
"Agreed, Are you ready to go?" I asked
"Sure let's get on the road, we have a lot of shopping to do."
With that, we were on the road heading for West Haven. It was a good car ride full of beautiful scenery and good conversation. Within no time we were pulling into the bustling town of West Haven people lined the streets going from shop to shop.
"Sunday's are a little busy if you haven't noticed." He mumbled focusing his eyes on the traffic piled in the streets.
"A little. it's crazy 45 minutes in between here and Camden and it's a whole different pace of life." I said in awe.
"We are literally one minute away if I can ever get out of this damn traffic." He complained with an annoyed huff. "Fucking finally!"
After listening to Blue bitch about the traffic for 20 minutes we finally made it to a large store called Renovation Central. We were only here for a couple of things; flooring and exterior and interior paint. My plan was to whitewash the faded blue-grey paint that coated the old house, lay dark wood flooring, and do neutral grey walls to match the existing finishes. Blue and I found what we needed quickly and he convinced me to make the long wall behind the stairs up to loft a statement wall with dark blue paint. We left quickly after and made it home at a decent hour. Blue went home and let me know we could meet up Saturday and he would work on the house. However, I couldn't wait and I taped and began painting the deep blue color across the large wall and decided to paint the banister too. A heavy knock sound at the door causing me to jump out of my skin. Who was here at this time of night and why? I crept toward the door and peeked through the peephole trying to avoid making any sound. Nothing, I couldn't see anyone. Another loud knock rang out making my heart skip a beat. What if it's James? What if they found me? I felt panic take over, I shrunk down to the floor feeling tears spring to my eyes. This can't be happening.
"Lana are you in there?" Blue's voice echoed across the silence.
"Yeah give me one second," I stuttered trying to gain my composure.
I wiped my eyes and opened the door quickly trying to act as normal as possible.
"You left-Have you been crying?" He questioned with concern dripping from his lips.
"No, I'm fine. It's probably the paint fumes." I lied quickly hoping he would believe my poor attempt.
"Oh, okay. Well, you left your wallet." He responded with unbelieving eyes,
"Well, thanks. If that's all I'm gonna head to bed." I said grabbing it and starting to close the door, but his hand stopped it.
"You know you can talk to me, right?" He urged with the same concerned deep green eyes.
"I know."