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From American Idol To Bliss	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1734 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Week Top 7
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I was just angry all around. I knew deep down that what I had done was wrong, but I wasn’t quite ready to admit that yet.
Chris had been so determined not to sleep next to me the night of our argument that he had used every bit of strength he had to move his bed back to his side of the room. That paired with the fact that he continued to hang with Jordin again in rehearsals and elimination night only served to fuel my fire.
The way I saw it, Jordin was acting like a baby. I never actually intended to have her join Chris and I. For one, she was a minor, and for two, I so was no interested in her in that way. And as for Chris, well, he should have been more sensitive to my feelings and should have included me more. Of course I pushed away the voice reminding me that Chris had invited me to dinner, and then proceeded to want to make love to me. It was his own fault though. Had he not spent so much time with Jordin, and included me to begin with, we wouldn’t have had that argument at dinner. And if he had been more sensitive as to how I felt about the whole situation, this whole mess that happened in the bedroom with Jordin would never have happened either.
Okay, I knew it was lame to think that way, but love makes you think crazy thoughts and do crazy things.
Haley Scarnato was sent home. She was a nice girl. I always hated seeing people go home. I was too distracted to really think too much on it though. Chris and Jordin were acting all buddy-buddy again. It made me sick.
After the show, everyone wanted to go to a club. However, Chris turned Phil, the initiator, down.
“I don’t feel too well. I think I’m just going to call it an early night,” Chris had said.
Upon hearing that, my heart melted a little. I didn’t know if Chris wasn’t feeling well because of our situation, or if he was physically ill. Either way, I didn’t want him to be alone, feeling sick. Also, since it was late, and she had to get up early the next morning, Jordin decided to stay back. I didn’t want those two alone in the house together.
Sanjaya wasn’t going to go clubbing since he was underage. He lived separately with his mother since he was underage. Don’t ask me why Jordin stayed in the house, but he didn’t.
Anyway, I felt sorry for the kid. So badly he wanted to fit in, but none of us really wanted to hang out with a seventeen-year-old boy. He wasn’t even quite as mature as Jordin, even though they were the same age.
“What about you, Blake? You going?” Phil asked.
I looked for Chris. He had already left for the house. He must have felt sick. He usually hung around for a bit. “Um, I guess I’m going to pass too. I’m kind of tired.”
“Wow, usually you’re up for partying all night!” Phil said with a laugh.
“I know, but I just feel like staying home tonight,” I said.
Phil shrugged. “Suit yourself, man!”
“Have fun,” I said before taking off to go back to the house.
I just hoped that Chris would be willing to forgive me when I got back.
B*********C
I didn’t feel at all like partying. It wasn’t because Haley had gone home. Though, I was sad to see her go. Not. It was because Blake and I had barely spoken the past two nights. I missed him. I know he had acted like a jerk, but I missed him. Even so, I wasn’t quite ready to forgive him. He had acted immaturely, and was very possessive. I couldn’t be in a relationship like that.
I was surprised when the door opened about ten minutes after I had been back.
I was even more surprised to see Blake coming into the room.
“I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d be our partying,” I said.
“I wanted to come back here and make sure that you were all right,” he said.
“I’m fine. You can go now. I’d hate to be the one holding you back from partying,” I said nastily.
“Chris, I’m sorry for what I did. It’s just, you kept hanging out with Jordin, and when I tried to talk to you about it, you got all ticked off.”
“What, so now it’s my fault what you did to Jordin?” I asked. He was so bad at apologizing—
if this even was a true apology. I mean, come on! Blake was practically saying he was sorry, but it was my fault. Who was he kidding?
“Well you could have handled things better when I talked to you. And I didn’t do anything to Jordin. I never would have actually slept with her. Then again, maybe you would have,” he accused.
I laughed, amused. “There you go again, still blaming me and being jealous.” I shook my head with disbelief. “And you did do something to Jordin. You humiliated her, Blake.”
“Oh boo hoo. It’s always about Jordin with you, isn’t it?” he asked.
I was angry now. “Yeah, and with you, it’s all about you. I don’t know why you hate Jordin so much. She’s never been anything but nice to you. She has also kept our secret. But then again, there might soon be nothing left to keep if you keep acting the way you are.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” Blake asked, angry too. His face was turning red. Had I not been so angry, I might have found it cute.
“It means that there might be no relationship between us soon,” I said.
“Why, so you can be with Jordin? I knew it!” he said.
I shook my head. “No, because you’re acting like a real ass hole,” I snapped.
He stared at me for a moment, almost looking as if he were going to cry. I wanted to hold him and apologize, but I was too angry to crack.
“Well I guess I now know what you really think of me,” he said softly before turning around and opening the door. He then left, slamming the door behind him.
I watched the door slam, and then I picked up the television remote and threw it against the wall with a curse. I had to wonder. What was happening between Blake and I, and how did it all go downhill so fast? I didn’t know the answers to those questions. All I knew was that I didn’t like this. I didn’t like it at all.
B*********C
I couldn’t believe how badly things had gone between Chris and I. All I knew was that I had to get out of the room before I said something that I would later regret. Not that I hadn’t already done my share of that.
I walked to the club I knew that the others would be at. The whole time, I thought about what Chris had said. “There might be no relationship between us soon.” I bit my bottom lip, wondering if he really meant that, or if he was just angry.
I sighed as I got to the club. As usual, I didn’t have to pay to get in since I wan an American Idol contestant. I didn’t even have to wait in line.
I made my way into the club, and waved to girls and they went crazy for me. I even posed for some pictures with them. I found it funny that even in a nightclub full of adults, there were adults that still acted like teenagers.
I saw Phil by the bar, so I went to the bar and sat down next to him.
When Phil saw me, he smiled. He raised his bottle of beer. “Hey, Blake! Changed your mind?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I decided I wasn’t as tired as I thought.” I couldn’t help but sound bitter about it.
“Order something. It’s on me,” Phil told me.
“Thanks,” I said. I turned to the bartender. “I’ll have what he’s having.” I nodded towards Phil.
“Coming right up,” the bartender said.
“So, I thought you were going to stay back and nurse Chris to health,” Phil joked. He winked at me.
I laughed. “Yeah. He’s a bitch to be around when he’s not feeling well. Why do you think I came here after all?”
The bartender gave me my drink, and I thanked him.
Phil laughed, and clinked his bottle with mine.
We both took a long swig.
Phil and I talked a bit more, and then Phil decided that he had had enough. “It’s almost curfew time. I’m gonna go back. You coming?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t ready to go back and see Chris yet. “Na, you go on ahead. I want another beer or two.”
Phil pat my shoulder. “You’ve already had two, buddy. You might want to let up on the beers. Besides, if you don’t leave soon, you’ll be out past curfew.”
I laughed. “Phillip my man, I am twenty-five years old. I don’t need a curfew, or a babysitter for that matter.”
Phil shrugged. “Suit yourself, man. But don’t say I didn’t warn you if you get in trouble.”
“What are they going to do to me?” I asked. It was more to myself, for Phil had already taken off.
I ordered another beer, and as I drank it, I saw Phil leave with LaKisha and Melinda, who had been dancing.
“Hey there, sexy. I can’t believe it’s you. I was hoping I would meet you one of these nights.”
I turned at the sound of the breathy voice. I saw a beautiful blonde with blue eyes wearing a tight hot pink leather miniskirt, and a shirt that looked like a lacy black bra with a sheer black curtain that hung down over her stomach. I could see through the sheerness that she had her bellybutton pierced. It had a pink heart-shaped bellybutton ring in it. She kind of looked like Britney.
I smiled. “Well hello there! As you know, I’m Blake. What’s’ your name?” I winked at her.
“Cassandra, but you can call me Cassie.”
“Well it’s a pleasure to meet you, Cassie. May I buy you a drink?” I took her hand in my own and kissed it, which caused her to giggle.
“Sure,” she said in her breathy tone. She smiled. “Thank you. I’ll have a Cosmo.”
“You got it, beautiful!” I said.
Again, she giggled, and I ordered her drink for her, along with one more for myself.
We talked as we drank, and I found her very fun to talk to. She seemed like a bit of a ditz, but she was beautiful, so who cared? Not me. That was for sure.
We finished our drinks, and I went to order more for us.
“She can have another one, but I have to cut you off, buddy. You’ve had more than enough.”
“What? I’ve only had four,” I complained.
The bartender shrugged. “I’m sorry, but I have to keep my customers safe. No exceptions—
not even for an American Idol contestant.”
I was about to protest some more, but Cassie stopped me with a finger to my lips.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I don’t want another drink anyway. Let’s go dance.”
I thought about it, and then nodded. “All right.” I paid for the drinks.
She grinned, and then took my hand and led me out to the dance floor.
I looked at the clock. It was fifteen minutes past curfew, but I didn’t care.
Cassie sure danced very provocatively! Ironically enough, the song playing was Britney Spears’ “I’m A Slave 4 U.”
I laughed as Cassie’s movies, finding it strangely funny how much of a slut she resembled. She was worse than Alaina! I had my hands around her waist the whole time. My hands were over her bare back since her shirt was not only see-through from the stomach down, but backless as well.
I tried as best as I could to catch up to her moves with my own. Though, in reality I was just wiggling my hips.
When the song ended, I got a big surprise; Cassie kissed me smack dab on the lips.
I knew I shouldn’t be kissing her. I was in love with Chris. But Chris and I weren’t speaking. Chris had said we might not have a relationship anymore. Chris had called me an ass hole.
When Cassie broke the kiss, smiling at me, I smiled too.
I then pulled her in for another kiss. To hell with Chris. If he wanted to end our relationship and call me names, then so be it.
B*********C
I felt badly about the way things had been left with Blake and I. He had been trying to apologize, and in return, I had been a real jerk. True, he was still trying to blame me, and it hadn’t been much of an apology, but still. He had some truth in what he had said. I had handled the conversation at dinner completely wrong. I shouldn’t have ignored Blake when hanging with Jordin. I really hadn’t meant to. I guess I was just so freaked out about Jordin walking in on us, and worried that she would tell on us, that I felt the need to make her happy. Even so, she shouldn’t have embarrassed Jordin like that just to get back at me. We were both to blame.
As I realized this, I also realized that I should have told Blake all of this instead of just yelling at him. Then I had proceeded to tell him that our relationship could be over, and that he was an ass hole.
“Way to go Richardson,” I scolded myself.
As bold as I can be sometimes, I also have my shy moments. I’m not good with confrontation. I get angry first, and then think of what I should have said. It was just harder when talking face to face with someone.
I sighed. Maybe it would be better to write it all down in a letter, I figured. That way, I could make sure that nothing was left out, and I could say what I wanted to say without interruptions that would cause me to be a jerk again.
It was decided. I would do that. So I grabbed a nearby notebook and a pen. Next, I sat on my bed, opened the notebook up, and began to write my letter. I just hoped that I could get everything out in a way that would end the fighting between Blake and I for good. Or at least for this argument…
B*********C
“Mm, what do you say you come back to my place?” Cassie asked after a particularly delicious kiss. She was a really good kisser. She isn’t as good a kisser as Chris is though.
I snapped back to reality at that last thought. Chris. Things may have been bad for Chris and I right now, but they could be fixed. They could. I shouldn’t have kissed Cassie like that. I shouldn’t have let her kiss me. I shouldn’t have drunken as much as I had.
I sighed, and placed a hand over Cassie’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in going any further. You’re a beautiful girl, but I’m in love with someone else. I just got into a fight with this person and… Bottom line is I shouldn’t have led you on, and I am sorry.”
Cassie sighed. “I knew it was too good to be true. I didn’t expect to get into a relationship or anything with you, but it would have been nice to be able to say I had sex with Blake Lewis.”
“I’m sorry,” I said again.
“It’s all right. Don’t worry about it. I think it’s sweet you want to be loyal to your girlfriend.” She pat my shoulder.
I almost corrected her by saying boyfriend, but then I caught myself. Apparently I wasn’t that drunk. “Maybe I’ll see you again one night. I’ll save you a dance.” I winked at hr.
She smiled. “I’d like that.” She then took off to dance with some new guy.
I then turned and headed home. It was a good thing I was walking instead of driving. Now if I could remember the way home, I’d be all set.
B*********C
It took some writing and rewriting, but finally I finished the letter. I ripped it from the notebook, and placed it on Blake’s bed. I then looked at the clock. It was half past midnight! Where had the time gone? It was way past curfew.
Well then where the heck was Blake? It was an hour and a half past curfew! I hoped he was all right. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to him and the last thing I had said to him was that he was an ass hole.
I didn’t have to worry for long, for in walked Blake. Or rather stumbled.
“Blake, where have you been?” I snapped. “I was worried sick about you!”
“Really? I thought I was just an ass hole to you,” he said. “I think I’m gonna puke.”
“Come here,” I said, opening the door, and then rushing him across the hall to the bathroom.
I got him to the toilet just in time for him to wretch into it.
For five minutes, he puked until I thought there was nothing left in him to possibly puke out. I rubbed his back.
“Are you done?” I asked when he appeared to be finished. He nodded.
“Come on. Let’s get you to bed then,” I said, helping him up and leading him out of the bathroom.
“Was he out past curfew?” Jill, one of the two house monitors asked, stopping us on the way to our room.
I nodded. “He decided to go out and get drunk,” I explained.
“I don’t need a babysitter or a curfew,” Blake said simply.
“Apparently you do. I have no choice but to report this to Ken,” Jill said, referring to our male house monitor.
“You do that,” Blake said with a laugh.
I rolled my eyes. “Forgive him. He’s still a little plastered.”
“Just get him to bed,” Jill said, looking at Blake in a reprimanding way.
“I intend to,” I said. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” she said, then heading to her own room.
When we got back to our room, I pulled Blake’s shirt off and tossed it to the ground. He lay down on his back on his bed and groaned.
“Are you going to throw up again?” I asked, worried.
“No. I just have a bad headache. I wanna brush my teeth and get a Tylenol. Please?” he asked.
He looked at me so pleadingly that I couldn’t resist.
I sighed. “Fine, but we have to make it quick before Jill has a cow.”
“Thank you, Ritchie.”
I smiled at his nickname for me. “You’re welcome, Blakey.”
I helped him to the bathroom again, and he brushed his teeth while I got him a glass of water and some headache medicine.
He finished brushing his teeth, and then took his medicine, washing it down with the water.
Next, we headed back to our room. I locked the door behind us, and Blake went straight to his bed.
He was lying on his back, and still had his shocks, shoes, and jeans on.
I removed all three items, and left Blake in nothing but his briefs.
Next, I proceeded to cover him with his blankets, and then kissed his forehead. “Sleep it off.”
Finally, I headed back into my bed, stripped down to my boxers and a t-shirt, and then climbed into bed.
I had my eyes closed for no more than thirty seconds when Blake called me. “Chris?”
“Yes, Blake?”
“Can you please sleep in by bed with me tonight?”
I sighed. “Sure.”
I walked over. The letter I had written was lying next to Blake. He must have been too out of it to wonder what it was. I put it on his bed stand, and then climbed into bed and under the covers next to him. It was a tight fit, but I put my arms around Blake, which made it fit us both better. I was too tired to try to move my bed on my own again. Otherwise, I would have.
After a few moments of silence, when I thought Blake was asleep, he spoke. “I’m sorry, Chris. Thank you for taking care of me tonight. You’re right. I am an ass hole. Please don’t leave me for it.”
I smiled, and then kissed his lips. “I’m sorry too, Blake. I am not going to leave you, and you’re not an ass hole. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”
Blake snuggled closer to me, and rested his head on my shoulder. “Mm…‘kay.”
I smiled, and then closed my eyes and rubbed Blake’s back until I joined him in sleep.
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