I think this is the longest chapter so far in this story. I didn't plan that but consider it a bonus for the people who follow this story and enjoy it. Even though I don't have a road map for it, I think I want "Those Who Wonder" to be my longest story. But for that to happen, I need you guys to enjoy reading it.

My first night in my new apartment wasn't all that bad. It took a couple minutes to get used my new room. The light had to stay on for a bit so I could get used to how things were set inside the room. It didn't really matter much though sense it was pretty empty. I didn't mind though since I knew that I could just go into the next room and have company if I needed it.

But I think that it was just time to go to bed now. Me and Blake had spent the rest of the day together and I could tell she was getting tired so I decided to retire to my bed. My first night living officially away from home is supposed to be memorable one guess but it didn't feel all that different as I pulled my covers over me and put my head on the pillow. If anything, I felt more at home than I have in the last year. Maybe it was Blake being here or just that I was slightly more free from my Father's worry than before that caused it.

I still couldn't believe that Blake was nice enough to put up with me. If anything, I felt like she actually did trust me. There wasn't really evidence against it otherwise. She even fell asleep with her head in my lap. Everything was so peaceful during that time. Even the water drop didn't wake her or disturb her past a simple flinch. I tried as a hard as I could to clean it without waking her because somehow I knew that I would have hated waking her like that.

These thoughts raced through my mind nonstop. I somehow needed to break my habit of over thinking things before I screw up, but the thought of Blake that night when I felt her face and her soft skin kept intruding on any other rational thought. Every time it found its way back into my head a heat would build up in my chest. I shook it away every time but it kept coming back. Eventually it tired me out and sleep was kind enough to protect me from it popping back up yet again.

The morning greeted me with a tired mind and body. I guess I had stayed up too late last night with those pesky thoughts. After stretching a bit and filling up my yawn quota, I traveled to the living room to see if Blake was up herself. Nothing was on yet and I assumed that she was still asleep. The kitchen sounded like a nice idea and I went in to get something to eat. Something simple was what I wanted so an omelette was all I decided to make. I wanted to keep things quiet to so Blake wouldn't be woken up by me first thing in the morning.

It was in vain though when I heard Blake's door open and one of her nearly bare legs stepped out casually. I guess this time she had time to actually change before falling asleep because now she had on a white t-shirt and a pair of shorts. Some very short shorts. I shook my head and hoped she didn't notice me looking longer than normal but she just gave me a quick wave.

"You actually got up before me this time. Is the room working out for you?" She asked.

I didn't want to sound sappy about it. "It's working well. I was up a little later than I normally am but I enjoyed it."

She smiled. "That's good. I guess you're making your breakfast. I'm going to get a shower while you do that. Just don't run anything to take up the hot water."

"No problem, Blake. Enjoy your shower." I said while looking back down at the pan.

"I always do." She said before going back into her room.

I wondered what she meant by that but I guessed that my mind was trying to play tricks on me again and ignored it, opting to concentrate on my food. The door to the bathroom opened and I looked up to see Blake enter the bathroom. Its door clicked and then water could be heard behind it. "I should probably get a shower to. Hopefully she doesn't take long."

I sat and ate my breakfast by myself while watching TV, an experience that wasn't all that unknown to me. The only difference was the change of scenery and the calming sound of water running from the bathroom. Watching the morning talk show people drone on and on to millions of people who probably didn't care what they had to say was somehow very appealing to me. It was just something mindless to do while waiting for something to happen. Then again, one could argue that a lot has happened recently for me. Making a new friend, moving into a new place, getting ready for university. For some it could have been too much but to me it just felt like another thing to watch pass by. Nothing that I thought important enough to have an impression on me.

Although, I'm glad I have Blake but I don't know how long this friendship could last. I was still trying to figure out how I should handle most things around her but I've already let slip some of my personal life to her before. She seemed completely happy to have me live here but I know that everyone has their own vices that could make things difficult. Maybe I should just worry about making it through the month though.

"What are you thinking about?" I nearly jumped right off the couch.

Blake was standing next to me watching the TV. "You scared me. I didn't hear you get out of the shower."

"Well I am. Give it some time before you get in though so it can get some of the hot water back." She said.

I just nodded and finished eating my breakfast. Blake went and started her own breakfast in the kitchen while more guests on the talk shows kept mouthing about their lives. It got too repetitive for me so I just went and cleaned my plate in the sink with Blake at my back cooking her meal. I guess she was cooking some meat or close to that judging by the smell in the air. It almost tempted me to ask if she could add some for me but I didn't want to be a bother to her.

Instead, I just finished cleaning my plate and put it back before I walked to my room for my keys. I needed to go get some more things from my "old" house. Nothing too big though. It was only me and no matter how I like to believe, I wasn't strong enough to carry everything here with me. Probably the only things I'll be getting were my bed set and other personal items.

The doorknob that led me outside the apartment was in my grasp when Blake stopped me. "Where you heading off to, Weiss? Already tired of this place?"

I knew she was joking from her tone. "No, I just wanted to go and get a couple things from my old house that I didn't grab yesterday."

"Want me to come and help?" She asked before stuffing her mouth with bacon.

I really didn't want to interrupt any of her plans today. "No it's fine. I think I can handle it."

She raised a brow. "You sure? My car could probably hold a bit more than yours. I'm sure there are somethings there you could use to be more comfortable here."

I smiled and waved her concern away. "I'll be fine. There are probably things you want to do instead of just helping me... again."

Before a response came back from her, I left and started to down the stairs to my car. Half-way there though, Blake left the apartment and started rushing down the stairs after me. I stopped and watched her walk up to me with puffy cheeks.

I crossed my arms and smirked. "Are you just going to follow me or something?"

She shook her head. "Mmff"

"You're supposed to chew your food young lady." I mocked, although her puffy cheeks looked kind of cute.

She finally managed to chew and swallow her food. "I want to help you today. No plans for me today like you thought."

I started for my car again. "I can handle it myself."

Blake gave a frustrated groan. "Just come with me in my car."

Blake didn't wait for me to deny her again and grabbed my arm. She lightly pulled me toward her car and opened the door to the passenger seat for me. I sighed and sat down with my arms crossed like a child. She giggled at the sight and just closed the door before going to her side and sitting down. The car started and she pulled out of the apartments.

It was kind of silent for a moment but Blake was apparently in a good mood. "You're such a stubborn person. Won't even let a friend help when they offer."

I looked out the window. "I just didn't want to be a bother."

"Nah. I don't have much to do and besides. I like helping people and I don't want you moving things around by yourself when I could be helping." She explained.

I finally gave her a glance. "Fine, I guess you can if you really want. It doesn't seem I have much choice anyway. You've basically kidnapped me."

She laughed at my small joke. "Pretty much. Also, put your seat-belt on, tickets are still a thing."

I reached over my shoulder and pulled on the strap until I could get it to click in place. The thought to tell her the directions to my house came to mind but she seemed to remember where she was going so I didn't say anything. Every turn she made was a turn in the correct direction. When we finally made it to my house I was pretty sure that she manged to cut off a couple minutes of travel time with streets I didn't even think to use. I guess it was just more evidence that she got out more than I did.

The house though, seemed just as lonely as it ever was. Nothing different aside from my missing car. Inside was no different. No one to greet me or to see doing things around the house. I tried to sneak a glance at Blake to see how she felt about it but nothing really showed on her face that could tell me what she thought.

Blake checked a couple hallways and turned towards me. "So where is your room?"

I pointed to a door nearby. "That room. It's not much compared to the rest of the place. I don't really decorate a lot."

Blake just opened it and walked in. I followed and saw her just simply looking around the room. She would go around and see the few things I had in here. All I really wanted though was just some light things but she looked like she was sizing up the furniture.

I walked up behind her as she looked at my desk. "We're not here for my furniture, you know? I just want things like my bed set and such."

She quickly turned and hid a smile from me. "No problem. We can handle that."

I didn't bother to question her about her smile and just started collecting things. Pictures, extra sheets and pillows, and even my laptop that I forget to grab yesterday. Blake grabbed any books that I had and even the ones I forgot I had. The most annoying was all of the clothes I wanted to bring since I had at least one outfit for every situation, even if I wasn't in that situation much in the first place.

When all of it was said and done, we put all my stuff in the car and started back on our way home. During the process Blake would ask about things and I explained them like I would to anybody else but the fact she actually asked put me into a better mood. My face was actually getting tired from how much I had been smiling. I think it was contagious to because Blake seemed to be in a non-stop smiling mood also. We would chat back and forth, enjoying each other's company while the radio was playing songs on a low volume. It felt like a movie almost.

At one point Blake reached down and put my window down. It made me curious so I asked about it. "Why did you do that?"

Blake laughed out loud a bit. "Did you take your shower this morning?"

I nearly had a panic attack. I had completely forgotten about that. "Am I that bad right now?"

"No but I had remembered it and I wanted to see how you reacted at that. It was pretty funny." Her smile bigger than before.

I calmed down but now I was self-conscious about how I looked. "Can you not joke like that? You scared me pretty bad there for a second."

She did a quick glance at me. "Is my opinion worth that much to you?"

My cheeks were starting to heat up again. "Umm, I guess. I don't want you thinking bad about me."

She reached sideways and patted my leg. "You're fine, Weiss. Don't worry about what I think because I think you're alright just the way you are."

"Wow.. thanks Blake. I'll remember that." I said weakly.

"It's nothing, really. I just tell the truth." Blake said.

She didn't keep speaking after that sentence though. Which is good for me because I don't think I could say much more when my chest is filling up like this. Something about that sentence really reacted with me. So much that I had to turn to the window and hide the smile that was threatening to take over my whole face. Maybe I was wrong about Blake and for more than I was willing to admit, I was glad about that.

Like I said. I want this story to last. Because of that, I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Reviews are welcome and just remember to have fun!