Blake Morrison (blake_mb) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-08-04 22:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | blake morrison, gwen morrison, place: la |
Oh My...
Who: Blake and Gwen
Where: The Apartment Above Avarice
When: Tuesday, August 3rd
Blake knew that she agreed to move in with her nana for severalreasons (Okay, mostly to be with Gwen, but can you blame her?), but still... she was gonna miss this apartment, it felt so much like home. It WAS home. She sighed as she folded up a t-shirt, "I didn't realise I'd accumulated so much CRAP until now," she murmured, looking over to Gwen, who, sweetly enough, was helping her pack. Since she was in'packing mode' Blake was currently wearing her favourite pair of combat boots, her paint-splattered jeans and a Boston Red Sox jersey,with her dark brown hair (Which she'd been considering dying recently) tied back in a tight ponytail.
"Dude. You really DO have a lot of shit for someone who's only been here a few months. Luckily we mostly like the same stuff..." Gwen said with a playful grumble. "Seriously though... I'm really excited. I know we won't be living together, but it still feels like we're moving away to start our lives together." And how adorable was it that Gwen was REALLY psyched about this? Just... being in love again, having someone seemingly love her JUST as much as she gave back... it was exhilarating.
Blake smiled then and leaned across the small distance that seperatedthem to give Gwen a tender kiss on the lips. "It really doesfeel that way, huh?"
"A part of me can't wait... but another part kinda doesn't want toleave all of this." It belatedly occurred to her that she'd have tospeak to Bastian's girlfriend before they left, just to make sure hersister was taken care of while they were seperated.
"Oh, by the way? You're totally not talking me out of my goodbye gift to Neely," she added with a cheeky little grin.
"Dear God, woman. She is going to KILL us." Gwen snorted, rolling her eyes. "And... I had sort of an idea. For us, once we get settled in. But I need you to be REAL honest about it." Oh my lord... was Gwen FIDGETING? Alert the press. Stat.
Blake narrowed her eyes there, suspicious and also... kinda findingthe whole fidgeting thing a world of adorable. "Okay... shoot."
"So.... I'm gonna need to do SOMETHING for work, you know? And you'll be in school in the afternoon till you graduate at the end of the year... how would you feel about us taking out a business loan.... and trying our hand at our OWN comics store?"
OH my dear baby Jesus. Gwen. Showing initiative about her future now as well? Even the mun was blinking now.
"Holy shit. Are you serious?!" Oh, look how cutely excited Blake got there. "That would be fucking SWEET. Don't know how we'd go about getting a loan, what with you being in debt and me... not exsisting just yet." The mun was still working out the finer details there, shut the fuck up. "But I'm sure we can figure something out."
"Dude. Come ON. Your whole family is fucking RICH. Like you couldn't get Neely or Ben to sign something for us. Worst comes to worst, Pat and Patience got money out the hoo-hah now, and I know damn WELL they'd front us as much as we need. PK's bad-ass like that."
Gwen was honestly that sure of her friend's loyalty to her, sweetly enough.
"I kinda scoped out the area... we'd be the ONLY decent place for the stuff within a 20 miile radius. We'd probably get HUGE business."
"I know that," Blake replied, giving Gwen a good punch in thearm, "doofus. I just... don't want to owe anyone like that. I mean, Iknow we probably will have to take that route, but still." She pouted.
"You've really been thinking about this, haven't you?" Blake smiled, finding herself turned on by the can-do attitude Gwen had going here.
"Truthfully? I have ever since I saw how excited you got in Shooting Star Comics that day. I want to give you the world... anything that makes you happy. Including that." And because she didn't want to let things turn TOO serious, "Plus, when he sees me trying to WORK, I'm sure Wes will have a really funny stroke."
"Okay, we have to get a video camera to record that," Blake giggled.Not that she harboured any ill will towards Wesley, quite the oppositein fact, but still... funny visual. "And thank you," she murmured,brushing her lips against Gwen's again. "But you should know thatsuccess ... or... frankly anything even remotely like that doesn'tmatter to me. As long as I've got you, I'm golden."
"Good, cuz yer always gonna have me. I... um..." Gwen grinned sheepishly there, shuffling her feet. "I kinda had lunch with Neely, and.... mended things. Sorta."
"Sorta?" Blake repeated, raising her eyebrows suspiciously, thinkingthat couldn't have gone well.
"Well, good news is we got along really well. Bad news is she made it pretty clear that she IS ready to make Bastian an only child if you keep fuckin' up her stuff."
Gwen tried not to laugh there, as really? This ongoing play-feud between Blake and Neely was HILARIOUS.
"Damn. Seeing her all sweet and not-wanting-me-dead? No offense, but it made me remember why I was so attracted to her back then. She really IS gorgeous."
"Oh, come ON. She loves it. And you know it." Something did occur to her, though... "Fuck murder, I suspect she'll do something to TRAUMATISE me," she said with her eyes wide.
"Yeah. Neely can be pretty gorgeous, y'know, when she doesn't have murder in her eyes." She'd witnessed it a few times in her own mother... THAT? Was SCARY.
"You know who's gorgeous? YOU." Ut-oh. Gwen had THE LOOK in her eyes. The look that said 'drop whatever youre doing, because you are in for it'. "So... only one question remains: bed or recliner?"
"God, we're terrible fucking influences on each other, huh?" Blakesmirked before rolling her eyes thoughtfully, listening for any...sound of life outside the bedroom. "Damn. Here'll have to do. Nexttime, Gadget?" ...Yes, she was full of 80's references. Good for her.
"Oh, no. I mean... the recliner or NEELY'S bed. One way or the other... we're leavin' her SOMETHING to be pissed about."
Oh man.. there was that horrible, wicked grin again.
"I mean we are gonna DESTROY something today."
Blake chuckled, "fine." She opened the bedroom door and yelled out,"BELLE! You might wanna leave the general area! Pronto! Things aregonna get LOUD."
"Boo-YAH, motherfucker..." Gwen cackled, grabbing Blake and DRAGGING her into Neely and Rachelle's bedroom. "Time to get us a new waterbed!"