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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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Days of our Love
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Chapter 18: There Ain’t Nothing You Can Do to Make Me Turn Away from You
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August arrived, and Chris and I decided to do a last minute song for my album. We ordered a pizza in for dinner and just relaxed in our LA home as we wrote a song together. I just felt my album needed something more to it. It was just about done, but it was missing something. I always wrote best with Chris, so I was hoping that writing with him would put me out of my slump.

Things were going great, and we got most of the song written. However, I still felt there was something that should be changed.
“I don’t like this part. It’s stupid. It doesn’t make much sense,” I said, pointing to a certain part of the lyrics.
“Gee, thanks a lot. I wrote that part,” Chris said. He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his soda.
“Sorry. I take back the stupid part. But honestly, Chris. What the heck is this line supposed to mean?”
“It means you’re thinking about this person all day long.”
“But why would I be turning blue?”
“Because you miss her aka him aka me, so much that you’re turning blue with discontentment. You know the old saying. ‘You can do such and such until you turn blue, for all I care.’. It’s kind of like that. It’s not a literal sense. It’s just a figure of speech,” Chris explained.
“Yeah, well I still think it’s stupid. It has to go.” I erased the line, and tried to think of something else. “This line doesn’t worry either. It’s too cliched.” I erased another line.
He sighed. “I thought you took back calling it stupid. And why is it always my lines that you are getting rid of?”
“It’s not always; it’s just for this song. You’re usually such a good songwriter, baby. I don’t know what’s wrong with you today.” I laughed a little.
“Nothing is wrong with me. You’re just picky.” He crossed his arms over his chest, apparently upset. ?
“Well excuse me for wanting to get my album perfect!” I snapped. I hadn’t meant to, but I felt he didn’t have the right to get upset. “You need to learn to take constructive criticism if you ever want to make it as a songwriter.”
“News flash—I have made it as a songwriter. Not everyone is as picky as you are. Besides, calling my lines stupid is not constructive.”
“Sure it is. It tells you what is stupid so that you know never to write anything like that again.” I knew I was being mean, but for some reason, I was feeling really irritable that night.
“You know what? Fine. If you think I’m such a bad songwriter, then go ahead and write the damn song yourself!”
I knew he was angry. There was only two times he swore. He would use the f word when we were in bed, and he would use the more mild cuss words like ‘damn’ and ‘shit’ when he was angry. For some reason though, I really didn’t care. “Fine. It will be a better song without you.”
He headed tot he door, and slipped his shoes on.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“What do you care?” he shot back.
“Good question. Fine, go. Leave me in peace!”
He left, slamming the door behind him.
I sighed. Well at least I could work on my song without his whining now.
B∞C

I drove around, not knowing where to go. I was angry with Blake. I knew he was in a hurry to get a song written for his album, but it was no reason or him to be nasty to me. I was only trying to help him. I sighed, knowing that I might as well go somewhere. I would look stupid going straight back home. For an insane moment, I considered driving back to Virginia. But then the thought of a three-day drive didn’t really appeal to me all that much. I decided to call one of my LA friends up instead. I didn’t really feel like hanging with one of the guys. No offense to Brandon or Ace, but they weren’t exactly the best listeners in the world. I needed to talk to someone, and I knew a woman would listen. The first LA female friend of mine that came to my mind was Lauren Conrad. We hung out from time to time, and she was a nice girl. I knew I could talk to her. I hoped she was available to chill. I called her up on her cell, silently praying that she would be free.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Lauren, it’s Chris. What’s up?”
“Hey, Chris! Not much, actually. I’m just at home painting my nails and listening to music. None of my friends wanted to go out tonight, and I didn’t really feel like going on a date, so I decided to just have a little me time at home tonight.”
My hearts sank a little. “So you’re not up for company?”
“Well, now that I have mind set on staying home, I’m not really keen on going out. I’m already in my night gown. But if you want to come over, be my guest. Heck, if you don’t mind seeing Mean Girls, you can watch that with me. I rented it to watch tonight, and didn’t get a chance to watch it yet.”
“Sure. Do you want me to bring anything?” I asked. I supposed I could sit through a girly movie as long as I got to talk to her about Blake and I as well.
“You know what? I actually have a craving for strawberry ice cream. Could you pick up a half gallon? I’ll supply the bowls and spoons.”
I grinned. “Sure. I’ll pick it up and be over to your house in about fifteen minutes.”
“Sounds good. Do you remember where I live?”
“You better remind me again just to make sure.”
She gave me her address, and it all came back to me. “Now I remember. I’ll be there in fifteen.”
“I’m looking forward to it. See you then!”
“Me too. Bye ’til then.”
“Bye.”
I hung up, and then drove towards the grocery store, smiling. At least someone appreciated my company.
B∞C

It had been a half hour since Chris had walked out the door, and I was starting to feel lonely. I finished off the last slice of pizza, which was now cold. I wished I hadn’t gone off on Chris like that. His lyrics weren’t so bad. I was just stressed out. My label wanted my album done by the end of the month, and it was already two weeks into August. I didn’t want to rush this. For an artist, the sophomore album was just as important as the debut album, if not more so. I had to prove that I wasn’t just a one-album wonder.
I looked at the lyrics, and tried to rewrite them again. Nothing was working. I was beginning to think that maybe it wasn’t Chris that made the song suck after all. Maybe it was me.
I let our a frustrated cry, and began to pace the house. I hated how things had been left between Chris and I. Usually we wouldn’t leave each other angry. Well tonight we sure had. Or rather, he had left me.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to apologize to Chris and find out where he was. I got on the phone, and dialed up his cell phone number.
It rang about four times before he finally picked it up. “Hello?”
“Chris, where are you?”
“I just arrived at Lauren’s. I’m going to watch a movie with her.”
“At her house or the theater?”
“At her house. Look, she’s waiting for me. I have to go.”
“When will you be home?”
“I just got here, Blake. I don’t know. Two hours maybe?”
I could hear the annoyance in his voice, and knew that he was still angry with me. I sighed. “I’m sorry, Richie. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that. Your lyrics weren’t stupid—mine were.”
“Look, the ice cream is going to melt if I don’t get in there. I have to go. We’ll talk about this later. Bye.”
I didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye back before he hung up. I stayed there for a moment in disbelief as I heard the dial tone in my ear. I then hung up, feeling sick. I had said I was sorry! What more did he want?
I let out another frustrated cry, and headed back to try to write more of my song. I was really starting to worry. Surely Chris couldn’t be that mad—especially after I apologized. Right? I sure hoped not.
B∞C

When I got to Lauren’s door, I knocked. I felt bad. I shouldn’t have been so short with Blake. He had apologized, and I knew he hadn’t meant to be a jerk earlier. As soon as I got the ice cream in Lauren’s freezer, I would call him back.
She answered the door in her pink nightgown, and grinned when she saw me. “Hey! Sorry for the apparel, but you caught me right after I dressed for bed.”
I laughed. “It’s all right. It’s not like you’re naked or anything.”
“If you weren’t in a committed relationship with a man, I’d start to worry about you not wanting to see me naked,” she joked. “Come on in.”
“Ha, ha!” I said sarcastically, smiling nonetheless.
“Do you want some ice cream now, to eat while we’re watching the movie?” she asked, taking the ice cram and heading towards the kitchen.
“Sure. Do you need any help?” I asked.
“Na, that’s okay. I got it.”
“I’m just going to call Blake quick,” I told her.
“All right.”
I headed over to her couch, and sat down on it. I dialed Blake’s number, noticing that my battery was almost drained. I’d have to charge it when I got back home, I knew.
“Chris?”
“Yes, it’s me. You had to ask? We have caller ID, you know.” I smirked.
“What are you doing at Lauren’s?”
“I told you. We’re going to watch a DVD. I’ll be home shortly after that.”
“I’m sorry I said your lyrics were stupid. They’re not.”
“I know.” My phone beeped, and I knew that it was going to shut off at any moment. We’ll talk tonight. I promise. I have to go now.” I was just about to tell him that my battery was dying, but it died before I could tell him. I sighed. I didn’t know how my phone had gotten so low. I usually charged it before it got that low.
Lauren came back into the room with two bowls of the ice cream before I could ponder it much longer.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. My phone just died though.”
“I hate when that happens.” She handed me my bowl.
“Thanks,” I said. I would just talk to Blake when I got back. Right now I wanted to enjoy a night with my good friend. “You ready to watch the movie?”
She grinned. “Yep! It’s already in the player.” She sat down next to me, and turned the television and DVD player on. She then pressed lay, and we were good to go.

B∞C

By now I had given up even trying to write my song. I had called Chris back, but it had gone straight to his voice mail. I had left him several messages, but he never got back to me. I wished I knew Lauren’s number, but I didn’t. Thoughts kept rushing through my head—paranoid thoughts. Or were they paranoid? I saw Chris telling Lauren about our argument, and Lauren telling him what an awful boyfriend I was being to him. I saw Chris agreeing. I saw his phone ringing, but him ignoring the calls once he saw that it was me calling. I saw them cuddling up together in her bed while watching the DVD. I could practically hear her telling him that he should go for her instead of me. I could see him nodding his head in agreement and going in to kiss her. I was worried sick. What if Chris had finally gotten tired of my tantrums and was moving on with Lauren? Chris had said it was okay, when I apologized, but both times he had seemed a little off, and hung up before I had even gotten a chance to say goodbye. His phone was turned off now, and he wasn’t even returning my messages!
I headed up to bed to try to drown my thoughts with some television, though I doubted it would work.
B∞C

After the movie, Lauren turned the DVD player and television off, and went to rinse off our dishes and put them in the dishwasher. I got up and stretched, and then looked at my watch. It was a quarter to eleven. I knew I should be getting home to Blake. I still wanted to talk with Lauren first though.
“So, how is Blake doing?” Lauren asked, coming back into the room. She sat down on the couch again.
I sat back down next to her. “He’s doing all right. He is really stressed out about getting his album done on time though. Before I came here, we got into a fight because he didn’t like my lyrics.”
“Really? I thought you two loved writing together.”
“We do, or at least, I love writing with him. He was just stressed out I guess.” I looked down at my legs, feeling bad that I had left angry.
“Well, stress can do that to ya. I wouldn’t take it personal.”
I looked at Lauren and smiled. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”
“So, do you want to go home or stay and play a board game or something?” she asked.
I sighed. “If you don’t mind, I think I had better get going. I don’t like the way I left things with Blake.”
She smiled, and kissed my cheek. “It’s all right. I have a taping tomorrow, so it’s best I get some sleep anyway. Have a goodnight, and tell Blake I said hello.”
“I kissed her cheek. Thanks. You too. I will.”
We both stood up and headed to the front door.
“Do you want your ice cream back?” she asked.
I shook my head. "You keep it.”
“At least let me pay you for it.”
“No. It’s my gift to you.”
She laughed, and opened the front door for me. “Some guys give girls flowers, you give me ice cream.”
“At least you can eat ice cream. You can’t eat flowers,” I joked, stepping out onto the porch.
She laughed. “Very true. Goodnight. Drive safe!”
“Goodnight. I always do.” I turned and headed back to my car, giving her a final wave without looking back. I could hardly wait to get back home to Blake. I missed him.
B∞C

“Are you sleep?” I heard Chris voice, and then the sound of the television shutting off. I opened my eyes, and saw him propped up next to me on the bed, looking down at me. “Not anymore. Are you going to leave me for Lauren?” I decided I might as well just come right out with it instead of keeping it inside and worrying about it.
“What? No! Why would I?”
“Well, you left mad, and you didn’t want to talk with me long on the phone even after I apologized,” I said. I looked down at the blankets.
He gently lifted my chin up with his finger. “I love you. I would never cheat on you no matter how angry I might get with you. I was a little hurt, so I went over to Lauren’s. We ate ice cream and watched Mean Girls. We talked a little after that, and that was all. She even said to tell you hello.”
I smirked, feeling a little bit better. “Mean Girls?”
He held up his hands in defense. “Hey. She picked it out—not me.”
I grinned, and rested my head on his chest. “I was just so worried when you wouldn’t return my messages.”
“My battery died before I got a chance to tell you. I’m sorry. I would have called you from Lauren’s phone, but I figured I didn’t have to. I told you we’d talk about it when I got home,” he said.
I suddenly felt stupid for worrying. I felt even more stupid for begging him to call me in the messages I left. “Oh. I thought you were still angry with me, and ignoring my calls.”
He stroked my hair. “Baby, I would never purposely ignore your calls. I love you. If we’re going to have a successful relationship, you’re going to have to learn to trust me. I trust you.”
I sighed. “I know. I just sometimes feel so lucky to have you. I feel I don’t deserve someone as great as you. I worry that one day you’re going to realize that and leave me.”
“What? I will never leave you, Blake—especially not for someone else. In fact, I sometimes have the same worries. I worry that you'll find someone else and leave me.”
“That’s never going to happen.” I assured him. “I love you. You have half of my heart, remember?” I was referring to our tattoos of course.
He grinned. “How could I forget? You have half of my heart as well.”
“You’re the only one I’ll ever want,” I told him, looking up into his eyes.
He leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips. “And you’re the only one I’ll ever want. I promise you that.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” I said. I kissed him deeply, finally feeling at peace about the whole situation.
B∞C

I loved making love to Blake. I especially loved it when it was like it was now—more romantic than lust-filed.
He kissed me, his fingers gently digging into my back as he arched into me.
I thrust into him again, making sure to hit just the right spot that gave him the ultimate pleasure.
His lips fell from mine as a moan escaped them.
I nipped down his neck. “I love you so much. Always remember that. There is no one I would do this with but you. You’re the only one I ever want to do this with, and the only one I’m ever going to do this with starting since the day I met you,” I told him.
“I love you too,” he whispered. “It’s exactly the way I feel about you. I’ve never made love with anyone but you since we met. The day I met you, I found no need for anyone else.” He kissed me again.
I thrust into him, making sure to hit his favorite spot again.
He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and moaned. “Baby, I’m so close… So….”
I placed a finger to his lips. “Sh… I know.” I kissed him softly on the lips again, and continued to work him; to work us both.
It didn't take longer me to reach my climax, and I was glad that Blake was right there with me.
He clung tightly to me, crying out my name against my shoulder.
I cried out his name as well, and kissed him anywhere I could reach. I was so in love with him, and couldn’t believe that he ever thought even for a second that I could possibly be cheating on him.
After a moment, I gently slipped out of him, and collapsed down beside him. “Now do you believe me when I tell you I love you and no one else?”
He grinned. “Yes, I do. Do you believe me when I tell you that you’re the only one I love?”
I nodded. “Without a doubt.”
I got up and went to the bathroom. I wet washcloth in the sink, and then brought it back out and gently wiped Blake’s chest off, and then mine. Then, after I tossed the towel in the hamper, I climbed back into bed with Blake, and snuggled under the covers with him. I kissed his forehead. “I love you. Have a sweet dreams.”
“I will now that I have you back in my arms. You know, I think I’d like you to write the song for my album. I want it to be all you. Please? I promise not to call it stupid.”
I grinned. “Are you sure?”
He nodded. “I wouldn't have it any other way.”
“I’d be honored.” I kissed him again.
“Thank you.” He kissed me back.
We then snuggled even closer together, and closed our eyes, letting sleep start to take us.
As I drifted off to sleep, I smiled, knowing that Blake was the one I'd ever love.
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