New Directions

Blake had been very sad without his Eliza at school with him for the past few days. He'd been trying to be good and giving her time to rest and get better. Uninterrupted rest was better than interrupted rest and all that. Or so he'd heard.

He'd thought about bringing his guitar but he figured he'd rather just see her then mess about. It was a fairly cold night but nothing too bad, so he jogged his way over to her house and knocked lightly on the front door.