AN: It's been a year since Monty passed. It's also been a year since I updated. Monty's death really got to me, I didn't really know what to make of it and I lost a lot of inspiration for a while. I originally had written a Chapter 3 for this story already, but I scrapped it. I wanted it to go a different way, something a little more creative. I'm not going to make fake promises of constant updates, because let's face it I'm a struggling college kid that barely has enough time to eat. I'm not going to give up on this story, and even if it's a little tiny update; it's still an update. I'm sorry to those of you that followed this story hoping for regular updates, but I don't have the time for that. Maybe one day, but not yet. Here's a super short update because I wrote this on my phone in the middle of the night.
Disclaimer: I don't own RWBY, if I did Bumbleby would be canon and I wouldn't have to dread watching every new episode because I'm afraid my OTP ship is going to sink.
The Following Day:
Blake eyes fluttered at the bright, warm rays of sun reflecting into her dark room. She sat up slowly and stretched her arms above her head. The faint smell of smoked salmon and toast made its way into her room, and almost instantaneously her mouth watered.
Blake threw her legs out from under her blanket and jumped off her bed. She was going to quickly grab her laptop, but she noticed the slightly crumpled piece of paper on it. She carefully unfolded the paper, fearing it might tear with the slightest touch. Scribbled on the piece of crumpled paper was 'blondebrawler'. The letters brought a smile onto Blake's face. She enjoyed last night, it was the most fun she has had in a while. The blonde was great company, even if her puns did cause Blake to shiver, but the blonde's smile was intriguing, warm, and very contagious.
Blake flipped open her laptop and began to compose an email. After multiple drafts and constantly deleting and rewriting, Blake finally managed to write a draft that didn't sound too clingy and not to uncaring.
Hi Yang,
Last night was really fun. Maybe next time we can do something you want to do? I must warn you that sports and I are not good friends. Actually, it might be my mortal enemy. I hope you have a great day! Can't wait to see you again!
From your new friend,
Blake Belladonna
After, a finally check Blake finally sent the email. Letting out a big sigh, Blake remembered the smell of the heavenly salmon waiting for her. How could she forget? The smell of the delicious fish had basically taken a physical form and blasted its way into her room. Blake stood up from her bed and began walking into the kitchen, following the mouthwatering smell of salmon to entrance her.
As Blake entered the kitchen, she scanned the room for her delicious meal. Her thoughts were interrupted by a deep and familiar voice.
"Good Morning Blake" the voice said.
Blake looked up at the tall figure to see a mop of red hair and a charming smile. She smiled at him. "Morning Adam."
AN: LOL that was super short, but you know I'll update when I can.