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Days of our Love	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thank you, Gracie! :D

Days of our Love
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Chapter 10: There’s Just One Thing I Need
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The next morning, Chris got up early to start making breakfast for everyone. I would have offered to help, but cooking isn’t exactly my thing. Instead, I settled for shaving and showering. I was glad that Chris and I had our own bathroom. Between six girls and Sanjaya, I knew there was probably a huge line at both the other bathrooms.

After I showered, I dried and dressed, and then headed down to see how things were coming along.
I found Melinda and Chris cooking, using Gina and Jordin as their assistants. Shyamali was setting the table, Sanjaya was on his cell phone, and no one else was to be found.
“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” Chris asked upon seeing me enter the kitchen.
I kissed him. “Yes, thank you. Did you?”
“I always do when you’re in my arms,” he said, which earned another kiss from me.
“Sligh’s in the kitchen! Please refrain from all sexual activity,” Sligh said, now entering the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes.
“Feeling better?” Gina asked with a smirk.
“Well that food smells good to me, so I must be back to my regular self, huh? What’s for breakfast?” He peered in between Chris and Melinda.
“Shoo! You’ll see when it’s time to eat,” Melinda scolded.
Sligh rolled his eyes. “What am I, a fly?”
“A very fat fly,” Sanjaya said, placing his hand over his cell phone as he said it. He then went back to talking to whomever he was talking with.
Sligh’s mouth dropped open. “I could snap him like a twig and cut off the rest of his hair, but I won’t since I’m a God-fearing man.”
Melinda smirked. “Lucky him.”
“Where are the others?” I asked.
“Haley and LaKisha are taking showers, and Phil is still asleep,” Gina said.
“Why don’t you go wake your prince up with a kiss?” Again, Sanjaya had paused from his conversation to make a quip.
Gina whirled around to face him. “Are you talking to your boyfriend or listening in on our conversations?”
Sanjaya paled a little, and he left the room.
“Wow, he didn’t deny that Marcus is his boyfriend this time,” Shyamali said.
“I really can’t wait until he gets off the phone. I want to taunt him about this,” I said, grinning.
“Uh oh. I know that look. Poor Sanjaya better run while he still can,” Chris commented.
“Seriously, someone better go wake Phil. Breakfast is almost ready,” Melinda said.
Gina sighed. “At the risk of getting taunted even more, I’ll go wake him.”
“Maybe I should in case he is not decent. Then again, I don’t want to see him not decent, so you go,” Sligh said.
Gina rolled her eyes. “Like he’s really sleep naked in someone else’s house.”
Sligh shrugged. "You never know.”
Gina headed out of the kitchen.
A moment later, LaKisha came into the kitchen. “Mm, something be smellin’ good in here! I’m starving!”
“Well, you’re just in time. We just finished making it. Have a seat. Four will have to sit at the island, and the rest can sit at the table. Shyamali brought an extra chair in,” Chris said.
Before LaKisha could respond to that, we heard Gina’s loud voice.
“Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! I thought you were one of the girls!”
A moment later, Gina came rushing into the kitchen, blushing a very bright shade of pink.
“What’s wrong?” Jordin asked.
“I decided to go to the bathroom before I got Phil up. I thought it was either LaKisha or Haley in the shower, so I figured they wouldn’t mind if I came in to use the toilet. When I came in, I had just pulled down my pants, when the water stopped and the curtain opened. It was Phil, naked in all his glory.”
Sligh nearly fell out of his island stool from laughing so hard, which made me laugh as well.
“I don’t take long in the shower like Haley does. I was calling my daughter in our room. Phil had gotten in the shower as soon as I finished,” LaKisha explained.
“Now you tell me!” Gina said.
LaKisha shrugged. “I didn’t see you before to tell you.”
“So you saw him naked?” Jordin asked.
Gina nodded. “And he saw me with my pants down.”
We were all quiet for a moment, and I suspected that everyone was trying not to laugh. I know I was, out of respect for Gina.
“So... Is he bald down there too?” Shyamali asked quietly.
That did it in. The whole lot of us in the kitchen—including Gina—burst into hysterical laughter. This could only happen to my friends, I knew.
B∞C

“I’m not eating on that table. You guys didn’t do anything on the island, did you?” Sligh asked.
“Will you relax? I thoroughly washed the table and the island this morning. Blake and I never even did anything on the island. Though, now that you mention it, that might be a good idea,” I said. I looked at Blake, who was grinning at me, and raising his eyebrows up and down.
“Ugh! Please save it for after we leave,” Jordin said, sitting down at the table.
Shyamali sat at the island next to Sligh.
“I’m not sitting at that table anymore—washed or not,” Sligh grumbled.
“Good. Our food will be safe then,” Blake said, sitting a the table.
I smiled.
Gina sat at the table on one side of Blake.
Melinda and I brought the food in, and then the juice pitchers, before sitting down at the table as well. I sat in between Jordin and Blake, and Melinda sat on the other side of Jordin. Lakisha sat next to Melinda, leaving an empty seat next between her and Gina.
Phil came into the kitchen, fully dressed and ready for the day, thankfully. He and Gina made eye contact for a split second, before they both looked away, as if burned. Phil took a seat at the island without question.
Sanjaya came in next, and sat down next to his sister so that they were seated Sanjaya, Shyamali, Sligh, and Phil.
Finally, Haley came in and took her seat in between Melinda and Gina.
“I want to pray before we eat,” I said.
So I prayed, and then we all ate. Melinda and I had made French toast, bacon, sausage, toast, and scrambled eggs. There was also cereal for anyone who wanted it.
Blake started up right away with his taunting. “So, Sanjaya, are you having sex with your boyfriend yet?”
Sanjaya literally choked on his juice.
I laughed. Usually you only saw something like that on TV or in the movies.
Sanjaya flushed bright red, and cast Blake the famous evil eye. “No. We’re just friends.” He turned to his sister. “Thanks a lot, Shy.”
Shyamali grinned. “I’m always happy to help!”
“Can someone pass me the toast please?” Phil asked
“Sure. Would you like it naked or with butter or jam?” I asked. I decided it might be fun to get in on the taunting.
It was worth it just to see how red Gina and Phil both turned.
“Never mind. I’ll get it myself!” Phil said, getting off his island stool, and heading to the table.
Blake kissed me. “I love it when you get like this!”
I grinned, and kissed him back. If this is what I got when I acted like Blake and Sanjaya, then I was all for being a fellow taunter.

After breakfast, the girls insisted on rinsing the dishes and loading them into the dishwasher. I decided to take that opportunity to shave, shower, and dress for the day since I hadn’t gotten a chance to earlier. I had been walking around in a T-shirt and sweat pants.
When I was done, and every one was packed and ready to go, we all said out goodbyes.
“I hate that you guys can’t stay longer,” I said as I finished hugging Jordin.
“I know, but we’ll see each other again. It’s just that we have so many conflicting schedules,” Jordin replied.
“Yah, you and Blake do. The rest of us have yet to get our big breaks,” I said.
“Well I know you’re going to be big. Just wait until your album is done,” Blake said, kissing me in reassurance.
I smiled. I could always count on him to make me feel better.
“Since Sanjaya and I are moving to LA soon, we can visit with you guys more often,” Shyamali told us.
“You can, but lease leave Sanjaya behind,” Blake quipped.
“Jerk!” Sanjaya gave Blake the evil eye again.
“Oh, fine. You can come too. You can even bring your boyfriend, Marcus,” Blake said.
“He’s not my boyfriend,” Sanjaya said through gritted teeth.
“Is too,” Shyamali said.
“Is not!” Sanjaya gave his own sister the evil eye then.
The rest of us laughed.
“Wait! Before we leave, I want the last four of you who haven’t been dared to get a dare,” Blake said.
Melinda sighed. “Here we go. I was hoping he’d forget.”
“I thought you knew Blake better than that,” I told her.
“It’s my turn to give out a dare. I’ll go easy on you, Lin,” Phil said. “I dare you to drink a small bit of pool water.”
Melinda scrunched her nose. “Well at least you didn’t say toilet water. I’m not going to drink too much. There are chemicals in that water.”
“Just drink a shot glass full,” Blake said.
We headed out to the pool, and Blake grabbed a shot glass from the cupboard along the way.
When we got to the pool, Melinda walked up the pool steps, and then filled the shot glass with pool water. She held it up for us all to see, then tilted her head back and drank it all down.
When she got back down the stairs, she handed Blake the glass back. “There.” She turned to Sanjaya. “I dare you to wear ponytails to the airport, and not take them off until you get home.” She turned to Shyamali. “You see to it that he doesn’t take them off.”
Shyamali laughed. “I will! He can borrow my elastic bands.”
We headed back into the house, and Shyamali dug out her elastic bands from her bag. She then did her brother’s hair.
“Well at least the unevenness isn’t as visible this way,” Sanjaya grumbled.
Next, Sanjaya dared his sister to lick the downstairs toilet seat, which surprisingly she did without a fight.
“That is so nasty!” Gina said.
“Not as nasty as licking a table that Blake and Chris had sex on!” Sligh said.
“Ah get over it already! You puked the germs up, so relax!” Haley said, getting the evil eye from Sligh in return.
Lastly, Shyamali dared LaKisha to yell out “I love to fart” once we got to the airport.
LaKisha agreed.
I couldn’t wait to see that.

I got to see it as soon as we had all entered the airport.
LaKisha played it up. She stood on a chair. “Attention everybody! I love to fart!” she yelled, her hands cupped around he mouth.
The rest of us were roaring with laughter as the people passing by looked at her in disgust. Never mind the immaturity.
Lakisha laughed too when she got down off the chair. “Too bad I couldn’t fart at the moment, or I would have.”
I really was going to miss my friends and their wacky ways.
Again, everyone hugged and exchanged goodbyes. Blake and I kissed the girls on their cheeks.
Finally, everyone had gone off to catch their flights, leaving Blake and I alone again.
“You going to be okay?” Blake asked, placing an arm around me.
I nodded. I knew he must have been able to see the tears in my eyes. “I just miss them already.”
He nodded. "I know. I do too, but we’ll see them again soon. Don’t you worry.” He nodded towards the exit. “Come on. Let’s go home and christen the kitchen island. I can’t believe we never thought of doing so before!”
I laughed, and placed my arm around him as well as we headed out of the airport. “I know! We’re slipping up.”
“Maybe you’re slipping up, but I’ll be slipping in,” Blake said.
I laughed, and playfully swatted him. “You’re so bad.”
He grinned. “I know. You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I shook my head. “No, I wouldn’t.” I really wouldn’t.
B∞C

The rest of the year was busy. Well, it was more busy for me than it was for Chris. With my album coming out soon, I was always out promoting it, and doing interviews.
Needless to say, I was relieved when Thanksgiving arrived, and I got to spent it with my family, Chris, and my to best friends, Ethan and Cisco. Chris and I had decided to host Thanksgiving at our house.
Chris got to make the dinner, and he was very happy about it. “You know, until now, it was always my mom or grandmother that made Thanksgiving dinner. “I’m glad I can finally make it for them instead.”
Just seeing Chris smile, and knowing how excited he was made me love him all the more. I pulled him in for a hug, and kissed him deeply.
Again, he smiled. “What was that for?”
“For being the most amazing boyfriend.” I kissed him again.
“Keep this up, and I won’t get dinner done on time. I’ll be too busy feasting on you,” he said with a grin, his hands placed on my hips now.
I brushed my lips against his ear. “Would that be such a bad thing?”
He blushed. “Normally it wouldn’t be, but I want to do this for my family. Please?”
I nodded. “All right. But let me help.”
“We don’t want to poison our families and friends, Blake.”
“Hey. That wasn’t nice.” I pouted; feigning hurt.
He laughed. “All right. I’ll show you how to make mashed potatoes.”
“What are those?”
He gave me a look. “Very funny.”
I grinned, and kissed him again before he showed me how to make the potatoes.
The potatoes actually came out rather good. Chris told me he was impressed with how creamy I had made them, and he even let me make the salad, corn, and finally, the apple pie. He insisted on making the pumpkin pie, claiming it would be too hard for me. I hated being talked down to—especially when I was the older one—but I let him get away with it. I knew he meant no harm.

Thanksgiving had been a success. It was great catching up with our families and friends again, and both diner and dessert had turned out great.
“Everything was fantastic, Chris. Thank you,” my mother said to him.
Chris blushed, and smiled with a polite nod. “Thank you. Blake helped a lot.”
“Well thank you too Blake. Everything is great,” Phyllis said.
Everyone else echoed their approval.
It was my turn to blush and smile. “Thanks. I just made the mashed potatoes, salad, corn and apple pie. It was no big deal.”
“Of course it’s a big deal. Those are all my favorite things!” Chris’ grandmother said.
We all laughed.
I couldn’t help but think how I was not only lucky enough to have the best boyfriend in the world, but also the best in-laws in the world. So they weren’t my in-laws yet. I was more than confident that they one day would be.
B∞C

December was even more busy than November had been. I had been finishing my album. I finally finished it, and was pretty sure of what record label I was going to sign with, but it wasn’t a hundred percent signed in stone.
Blake’s album had come out in the beginning of the month, and he was always off promoting it and making appearances—not to mention he was still doing more interviews. I barely saw him, but we constantly kept in touch. Thank God for cell phones and email.
I’ll admit, I was a slight bit jealous of Blake. Him having come in second on the show made things go a lot quicker for him than they were going for me. Whereas his career was a done deal, mine was only a strong possibility.
Even so, I was very happy for Blake.

By the time Christmastime arrived, Blake and I knew there was going to be a problem. Blake’s and my family wanted him to spend it with them in Seattle, and mine wanted me to spend it with them in Chesapeake. Both Blake and I had too many family members and friends to all celebrate together in LA. At the same time, however, we didn’t want to not be able to celebrate Christmas together. So, instead we decided to have an early Christmas together the day before Christmas Eve. It was just the two of us. We didn’t invite any friends over, for we wanted it to be just a special thing. It was our first Christmas as a couple, and in our new house after all. We even went out and bought a fake Christmas tree and ornaments.
That night, we sat by the fireplace and exchanged gifts. I had bought Blake a couple of hats I knew he’d love, some shirts, and finally an edible hot oil massage kit. The oils came in a variety of fruit flavors.
“I love all my gifts. Thank you!” He kissed me. “But it’s going to be hard to massage myself. I am going to need your help, you know.”
I grinned. “Why do you think I got them for you?”
He grinned as well. “Now open your gifts up!”
I smiled, and opened my gifts. The first gift I opened was a pair of white boxer-briefs with Blake’s property stitched in blue over the backside.
I laughed. “So you’re saying my butt is your property?”
He nodded. “And only mine.”
“No argument there. Thank you. I love them.” I kissed him. He also gave me a silver necklace with a sterling silver infinite sign hanging from it.
“It’s to represent our infinite love. I was going to have a cake-shaped pendant on there as well, but figured that might be too cheesy,” he explained.
“It’s perfect. Thank you. Put it on me?”
He nodded, and got me behind me to place the necklace on me. "Look on the other side of the necklace.”
I flipped it over, and smiled when I saw the tiny Blake and Chris engraved on the back in tiny letters that ran down the length of the infinite symbol. “I love it so much! Thank you.”
I puled Blake in for a kiss.
He hungrily kissed me back, even pulling me back for a moment when I tried to break the kiss. Finally, he allowed the kiss to break. He grinned. “One more.” He handed me a final package.
“You spoil me,” I said with a grin, as I opened it up.
I laughed when I saw the green shirt with a black cake on it that was missing a slice. “Have your cake and eat it too,” I read. I turned to Blake. “Did you have that made up?”
He nodded. “I found this cool create-your-own shirt place online. I figured it fit us since we love to snack on each other.”
I grinned. “It does. Thank you. I love you.”
“I love you too. I love my gifts as well.”
We began kissing, and lay down in front of the fireplace.
“You know, I’m glad you insisted on a house with a fireplace now,” I said with a smile.
He smiled too. “Just imagine if we had gotten one in our bedroom.”
I suddenly had an idea. “Why don’t you go make us some hot chocolate?”
“Now? But I thought we were going to...”
“We will. Just make us some, and then we will. Chocolate is an aphrodisiac you know.” I winked at him.
He grinned. “Not that I need one but if it will help you, I’m on my way.”
As soon as he had gone, I quickly went upstairs and brought down our comforter and blankets. I also brought down the comforter from one of the spare bedrooms. I used Blake’s and my comforter for the base, and then I put our blankets and the spare bedroom comforter on top. Lastly, I placed our pillows down, making us a nice makeshift bed in front of the fireplace.
Moments later, Blake came back with a mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream on top in both hands. He grinned. “What is this?”
“Well, since we don’t have a fireplace in our bedroom, I figured that I might as well bring our bedroom to the fireplace.” I took one of the mugs from Blake as he sat down next to me.
“This is awesome! Thank you, baby.”
I sipped my hot chocolate. “Mm, thank you.” I toasted the air.
He leaned into me, and I wrapped my arm around him. As we drank our hot chocolates, we just stayed like that, staring into the fire.
“Finally, we finished our hot chocolates and set them aside.
I kissed Blake. “Do you want to break into one of those oils now?”
He shook his head. “Na. Let’s save them for later. Right now, all I want is you.”
I lowered my eyes, and kissed him. “And all I want is you.”
“Well then...” Blake paused to pull my shirt off. “We’re all set then.”
We continued to undress each other, and then I pinned him down beneath me, and kissed him, showing him in my kiss how much I loved him.
As I made love to him that night, I couldn’t help but think of how this was the best Christmas I had had in all my twenty-three years.
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