Chapter 3 - The Move

Its 10 at night, I have been waiting at the terminal for 45 minutes holding up a sign made out of a McDonald's napkin. I eventually see her and she makes her way over to me.

"Hey Ash" Blaire says as she lets go of her suitcase and hugs me.

I am in heaven. The girl of my dreams is staying at my place for a few nights. I could not want this chance to pass.

"Are you hungry? We can stop to get a bite to eat before we head to my place" I ask very humbly.

"Screw food. The flight attendants just kept giving me salisbury steak and peanuts. I'm good until The 4th. But I am tired." Blaire states.

Good for me, I am tired as shit. I spent all day cleaning my apartment for her. Can't be a slob for a guest. We get to my car and Blaire is fascinated by everything.

"Wow, your car is amazing!" She says in awe. "Does this car have radio? It's hard to see a new car with it.".

I turn on the radio and she is excited. I like when she gets excited, it's cute.

"I wonder if….." Blaire says as she scrolls to find her favorite radio station.

"Click preset 1" I say. Knowing what her favorite station is, it's the least I can do.

"You know my favorite radio station!" She says as I back out of the parking lot.

"I could totally kiss you right now." She says unintentionally flirty.

I slam on the brakes completely flustered. Many emotions are going through my head.

"What's wrong?" Blaire says concerned.

"*Cough* It's nothing. I just kinda lost consciousness for a moment." I say very hastily

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" Oh, Ok. Be careful." She says suspiciously. I continue to drive away from the airport.

On the highway home, the worst possible thing happened, and it wasn't death. It was love hour on the radio station, and Blaire's favorite song came on. It's this old song from the 2010's called 'Perfect' by Ed Sheeran.

"Hey Ash, do you think I'll find love?" She asked in a depressed way.

My heart sinks, the fact that she thinks that she isn't loved. If only I could tell her.

"Of course, you will." I say reassuring. "It can't happen quickly for everyone and you never know who you'll experience it with."

"You think so? I'm not sure if anyone likes me enough to want to spend their life with me." She says in a bleak tone.

She couldn't be farther from the truth. I would love to tell her.

"This song always makes you think about love. Don't worry, you'll find it." I say as a hint, but she took it as if I was talking about someone else .

We make it to my apartment and I take her suitcase out of the trunk of my car.

"Whyyyy is this so heavy?" I ask as it drops from my grip.

"I brought my system, since I'll be staying a few days, I could get some time in. Is it too heavy? I can take it." Blaire says with worry.

"You called me strong, and your no liar." I insisted to keep holding it.

We entered the building and walked to the elevator. Thank God it exists, the stairs would have killed me. When we emerge from the elevator, I roll the suitcase down the hall until we got to the destination.

"Here we are" I say when we manage to get to my apartment. I got my key out of my pocket and opened the door.

"You can put your stuff right there by the coffee table, and the bathroom is down the hall. Feel free to use the shower." I say in a welcoming tone.

Blaire puts her bag by my coffee table and pulls something out.

"Thanks. I got something to show you!" She says as she runs to the bathroom to change. She emerges in a beautiful dress.

"Do you like it Ash? I made it in Paris." She asks very happily.

I didn't know what to think. She looked absolutely beautiful. It was lavender in color and got more transparent as it goes down. I couldn't take my eyes off her, but I knew things could get weird.

"It looks amazing, I like the color choice!" I say with a for sure red face.

"I knew you'd like it, it's made with a friend in mind". I once again blush.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed." I say as I stand from my couch, trying to avoid the situation.

"Ok, I'm going to take a shower, and I'll be there in about ten minutes. If you're asleep, I'll be quiet."

She said as she grabs shampoo out of her bag. She goes into the bathroom, and turns on the shower. As I walk to my bed she opens the bathroom door and stops me.

"Hey Ash before you go, can you help me?" She says through the crack.

"Yeah with wh-" I turn to see her bare shoulder peeking from behind the door. I'm nervous out of my mind, I could barely contain myself.

"Can you undo my bra, It's a chore to get off." She requests.

"O-Ok" I say very nervously.

I fadaggle my hands through the crack to reach her bra. She wasn't kidding, it was a chore, for my awkward hand position and emotions. After 15 seconds, I managed to get it off.

"Thank you!" She says as it drops to the floor.

I back away from the door, trying to get away from the scene. Lucky for me she just closes the door without saying a word.

I take a deep breath and continue to go to my room. I change into what I sleep in, which is usually white t-shirts and gym shorts. I never wore these to school like a lot of boys did in high school, I wore them to bed so it felt weird to be in public with them. I hear faint noises from the bathroom. I put my ear to the wall between my bedroom and the bathroom. Blaire was singing, and it was beautiful. I couldn't make out any words but I didn't need to. I'm listening for a few minutes until I look down to see that I'm erect. All this emotional turmoil has gotten to me.

"Ah fuck, not now!" I think to myself.

I have a problem with erections. If I get one, it takes a while for it to go away. Not in a bad way, it just wants attention, and I gave in. Blaire said she'd take about a 10 minute shower and I got 7 minutes left. I take forever masturbating, on average 20 minutes. I lower my shorts and sit on my bed. I see that I'm already dripping, so I could be done quicker. I need to commit the fastest wank in the west.

"Fine. You fucking devil…" I say in my head.

I gently grab my dick, afraid for what I am about to do. I start stroking myself, and it feels nicer than usual. I start to pant slowly, I haven't masturbated in a week. I don't get the urge everyday like a lot of people. But the repercussions of not masturbating for a week hit me like a truck. Blaire is always the one to set me off. She gives me thoughts that no other girl can give me. She drives my mind wild.

I start to pick up the pace, and my own pre-cum is enough lubricant already. I think of Blaire, and how much I want to be with her.

"Why am I doing this?" I say with my other hand on my face.

My panting turns into quiet moans. I stroked myself faster for a minute until the pressure builds. I slow down to build the tension. A few seconds later, I release has never felt this good.

"Blaire I…" I whisper very quietly as my cum flows out of me.

I lay back for a moment, out of breath needing to recuperate.

I noticed that Blaire turned off the shower. I sat up to look at myself. My shirt is covered in cum. This t-shirt was black so it was very obvious.

"Shit.." I say to myself.

I get up to clean myself off. I was out of tissues and out of options. I was running out of time. I took off my shirt my shirt and wiped my hands and arms to get the stray launches of cum off. I run to my washer and bury the covered shirt at the bottom of the pit. I didn't get another shirt on in time, but at least my evidence was gone. She walks out of the bathroom in a really cute night gown. It was red and shiny, matched her blue eyes so much. Blaire sees me and blushes, I wonder for a moment and realize I'm not wearing a shirt.

"You been working out?" Blaire asks in a gentle tone.

"I Have been trying to get fit for the past six months." I say in response.

It was true, I was trying to get healthier. Getting muscle was just part of the program.

"Ash, I have something for you." She says as she walks to her suitcase. Rummaging through until she picked up a box with yellow wrapping paper and a red bow.

She gestures me to sit on my bed. I do and she sits next to me giving me the box.

"What's this for?" I asked confused.

" A late birthday present. Your birthday was last week, and I wasn't able to get it to you." Blaire states.

She always liked to give people gifts. In our senior year around Christmas, Blaire and I gave gifts to children at a local orphanage. That year I was probably the closest to her. After we left, I walked her home through a park, she stopped me under some mistletoe and kissed me on my nose. I wanted to do something then but I was too nervous.

"Thank you Blaire, this is nice." I say with gratefulness.

I remove the red bow and ripped the wrapping paper off. Inside the brown box was a jacket. It was a blue leather jacket with a yellow zipper.

"Where did you get it this?"

" I made it, just for you." She looks at me holding it up.

"It's amazing." I say as I stand up to put it on. She's blushing at the sound of my words. Blue and yellow is my favorite color combination.

"It's a perfect fit, I love it." I say to Blaire in a comforting voice. She's happy that I love it, but I love her more.

I wanted to make a move, but I was too tired to be committed.

"I'm going to sleep." I say again with another yawn.

"Ok…" Blaire says disappointed.

I lower down the sheets of my bed for us and go to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I come back to see her in my bed. My head is spinning, the sight of her under my sheets make me weak in my knees. I don't want to be weird, so I try hard not to be awkward.

" You ready?" Blaire asks as soon as I get to my side of the bed.

"R-ready for what?" I ask extremely nervously.

"Sleep? What else?" She says confused.

Thank God she was talking about sleeping.

"Oh yeah." I say with an eternal sigh of relief.

I lay down and pull over my sheets. I turn my lamp off and try to relax. After a few minutes, I looked over to see that Blaire is already asleep, and as pretty as ever. I closed my eyes, to dream about my feelings for her.

I wake up at 6:50, and Blaire is out of my bed.I check my bank statement on my phone because I wanted to see the big deposit, and it was real. The 3.5 million dollar addition to my arsenal was there.

"Welp, I'm a millionaire."

I get up to go start my coffee machine and I look out on my balcony to see Blaire watching the sunrise.

"Indigo, what's the temperature right now?" I ask my A.I. assistant.

"It is currently 28°F, and will remain around that until tonight. Wear a warm coat if going out."

It was freezing, she was outside with no coat. I went back into my bedroom to get a winter coat out of my closet. On the way outside I grab a cup of coffee for Blaire.

"What are you doing out here? It's freezing." I say as I sit down the cup of coffee to take the coat off my back.

"Here, you'll catch a cold." I wrap my coat around her.

"Thanks." She says as I hand her the coffee.

"I'm out here thinking." Blaire answers.

"About what?" I ask. "Is it about that argument with your parents?"

"Yeah." She responds in a sad tone and takes a sip of coffee.

"Well maybe I can talk to them." I request in a reassuring tone.

"That won't help, because you're the argument." Blaire says.

I was stunned, why would I be a problem? They never met me. Blaire sits down her coffee.

"I told them that you are a friend of mine, but they don't approve of how successful you have become." Blaire states.

"I can't blame them, money can corrupt who owns it. They just want their precious child to not have her heart broken. I'll still talk to them. I can show I'm more than a genius with money. I have a heart with love to give." I say with a proud voice.

"You'd do that… for me?" Blaire says, getting teary eyed.

"Of course, It pains me to see you sad." I say in a calming voice.

Blaire turns and hugs me. I embrace her with my freezing arms. I should've put on a jacket too. My conscience decided a little kiss on her forehead was appropriate. She wanted the comfort, and needed a friend. I gently pressed my lips against her forehead, and gave her the affection she wanted. She gripped me harder, so I started swinging left and right in the hug.

"I should go take a shower." I say releasing from her arms.

"Ok." Blaire says and grabs the coffee cup and heads to my couch.

I closed the sliding door behind me and went to my room to get my clothes for the day. I proceeded to the bathroom to get ready. My facial hair grows slow so no need to shave. I turned on the shower, hot water is the way to go. My arms were getting numb from the cold, and heat always felt good. The shower is my office away from my office. When I walked in, my mind start piecing together words to tell Blaire's parents. I came up empty handed in those 11 minutes in the shower. The display on my shower wall really puts on some stress by counting the time. I got dressed and combed my hair, needed to look presentable. I left the bathroom, ready to conquer the day.

"You know that one SuperBowl commercial you were in?" Blaire asks while her eyes are fixed on my TV.

"Yeah, the new one?" I respond.

"They just played it, I find it very entertaining to watch." Blaire says.

The commercial was aired a few weeks ago for the SuperBowl. It was a clever parody on an old movie scene where a boy is talking about a glove accessory for the Nintendo Entertainment System. I was the main role, and only role in it. It was a short trailer for the MicroHop, where I say how I love it, looking off camera. I then pressed the fake 'On' button and fell over, due to losing consciousness.

"Wanna go talk to your parents?" I say while putting on my new jacket.

"Sure, I hope this goes well." Blaire says.

We leave my apartment and head for my car.

"Can you put the GPS location?" I ask Blaire as we both get in the car.

"It should be…" She says as she types the address. "There, only 2 miles away!"

"They live close by." I point out surprised. "It should take us about 15 minutes."

"15 minutes! Why that long?" Blaire asks completely confused.

"For some reason, traffic is a lot heavier on Fridays." I say as I pull out of the parking lot.

"I hope this doesn't end with me getting disowned or written out of their will's" Blaire says anxiously.

"They would never do that to you." I say with a serious tone.

After a few minutes, we turn the street where the house they live in is. I noticed we only been driving for 5 minutes.

"So that was a fucking lie." I say with a grumpy voice.

"We got here quicker though, that's a plus!" Blaire says with optimism.

"Quicker for me to get yelled at." I have entered God status grump.

"Don't be like that!" She says with a grin.

"Is this the place?" I say as we reach the end of the GPS waypoint.

"Yep. Let's do this" Blaire says with courage.

I pull the car to the side of the street. We step out of my car and walk up the slope to the front door. Blaire rings the doorbell.

"Dad! I'm home!" Blaire yells.

"Do you have to be so loud?" I say with a tense voice.

After a few seconds a man opened the door.

"Hi Dad!" Blaire says with a smile.

"Hey Blaire. I see you broug-" He says as he recognizes my face. "This guy."

We awkwardly make eye contact for a few seconds.

"Come on in, get out of the cold." He gestures us to come in. As he closes the door, I try to greet him.

"Hello sir, my name is Ash Cur-" He interrupts me.

"I know... who you are." He says with an irritated tone. He shakes my hand anyway.

"As for me, My name is Paul Clark. You can call me Paul." He says less irritated.

"Pleasure to meet you sir." I say with a friendly attitude.

He starts walking around me, examining my figure. I realized he wanted me to stand still.

"You're a lot firmer than TV shows you to be." Paul says with slight amazement.

"Where is Mom?" Blaire asks her Dad.

"She's upstairs getting ready for work, go say hi. I want to talk to Ash, alone." Paul says passive-aggressively. I am beyond nervous. He could end me in a second.

Blaire runs up the steps and is out of sight. Paul pulls me to a side room.

"Do you want a beer Ash?" He asks me with his hand in a fridge.

"No, I don't drink." I politely decline.

He looks at me for a moment,and notices I'm not interested and closes the fridge.

"Don't drink? I guess that's something to take into account." He strokes his fingers through his beard. "I know why you're here, to get my approval. I won't give it to you."

"With all due respect sir, you don't even know me." I lean against the wall.

"I know enough to not trust you with my daughter." Paul crosses his arms.

"Well how can I prove myself to you?" I ask in a polite tone.

"By proving it. Show me why you're good for her. Buying her everything she wants is a terrible way to get my approval. You need to be there when she has no one else, and show you love her. From what I have seen, you are deep in the friend zone. You probably just want to fulfill all your dirty fantasies with her, and throw her away when you're done." He says in a mocking tone.

"Why do you think I'd ever do something like that to her?!" I exclaim as I grab his shirt collar.

Paul is really getting under my skin. He doesn't care what I have to say.

"Lots of rich boys do that. Lure in girls, get them where they want, and take advantage of them." He says while I grab him with my other hand.

"Blaire is the love of my life, I'd never do anything to hurt her!" I loosen my grip.

"Why should I believe you?" Paul pulls himself away.

"I'm scared, to move past where I am. I love her personality, her looks, her voice, her everything. Blaire means a lot to me, if she got hurt it would hurt me. If she hated me, I… would be lost in my own mind. I love her, I'd give my own life if she got to live." I started to cry.

All my emotions start to flow out of me, Paul won't ever approve. He walks towards me and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"You have my interest Ash, I will give you a chance." He says with a slight smile

"Really?" I try to stop my crying.

"If you truly love her, I hope to see you make a move."

"Thank you sir, I won't let you down." I say with a proud face.

Blaire returns from upstairs. "How did it go?"

"He might be a keeper Blaire, keep an eye on him." He nudges my arm.

"Thank you Dad! I hope you guys get along!"

Paul turns and looks at me dead in the eyes. It was like he was staring through my soul.

"I'm expecting you to give me at least 4 grandkids." He says while holding up his fingers.

"What?! Nononono! I can't… I mean I..." My face turns red and Blaire laughs a little.

Why would he say that? With Blaire in the room too. I am way too far behind to be thinking about children.

"I'll see you two out, I have to get ready for work now." Paul says while walking to the front door,

"Thank you sir." I say while Blaire tugs me out the door still red.

"Drive safely." He waves as we walk out.

"We will!" Blaire says as Paul closes the door.

Blaire lets go of me and I take a deep breath. That was a train wreck, It could not get any worse. But it had the best possible outcome too. We walk away to my car completely silent.

"So what did you say?" Blaire asks as we open the car doors

"Ehh, he told me to keep it a secret." I lie so I don't have to tell her.

"You can tell me." She insists I tell her.

"It's hard to explain." I turn the key and start the engine.

I noticed I got a text from Damon 10 minutes ago. "Text back when you wanna start playing."

I realize breakfast can be skipped, because I don't have work today.

"Damon wants to start playing. We can get lunch later." I say as I drive towards my apartment, hoping the conversation was over.

"I was getting pumped to start playing. Sure!" Blaire says eagerly.

We drive down the street to my apartment. It's only 8 am, and this day has been more than eventful.

"Traffic is slow to come today." I think to myself.

We pull up to my apartment with ease. "Ok, let's go." I get out and rush to the entrance of the building. Blaire follows, and we were too impatient to wait for the elevator. I run up 3 flights of stairs in about 15 seconds. I was definitely exhausted after doing that.

"That was a bad idea…" I say under my breath and open the door to my apartment. I stagger to my bed before I plop over.

I was there for a minute, I sit up to see Blaire putting on her headset.

"Can I lay on the bed to start?" Blaire asks

.

"Sure!" I get up to grab my headset on the nightstand.

By the time I put it on, Blaire is already out. I lay down before I rest my finger on the start button.

Little did I know, I wouldn't be out for a while. I pressed the button, and I was immersed once again into the world of Pokemon.

Authors Note: For some FUCKING reason, the chapter initially was posted with tons of problems, it basically looked like code. F. But it should fine now.