Page 41 of The List of Things

I crouch down, and he does too. I count down, and we start more drills for him. He continues working, and I watch as he starts to sike himself out, his body beginning to tire out.

“Come on Bell. Don’t slack on me now!” I yell, and he snaps his head up. “Come on Bell! Let’s go!” I keep yelling, and he keeps it up, continuing through the drill until it’s done, and then he makes his way back to me.

“If you want me to focus, you can’t call me Bell, got it?”

I tilt my head, the lightest smirk on my lips.

“Sure, whatever you say, Bell,” I walk past him, and pat his ass that’s just as muscular as the rest of him. “One mile, both of us, then we’ll go back to your place, and get ready for the date alright?”

He looks down at me, wiping a towel over his face, collecting the sweat.

“Both of us?” He sounds surprised.

“I’m dressed for the occasion, so yes, we can run a mile together.”

He shrugs his shoulders and drops his things.

“Then let’s go,” He starts right away, leaving me in the dust behind him, I catch up to him, and we run around the field on the sidelines together. After we finished our mile we were both coated in a thin layer of sweat, but from the way he smiled, and gave me a high five I could tell we were both feeling pretty good.

We gather our things and make our way back to the stairs. He crouches down before we make our way to the top, and I jump on his back, letting him give me a ride all the way to his Jeep. Once we’re in, he drives us back to his apartment and we freshen up. He takes a shower, and I fix my hair and makeup. I change into a pair of cut off shorts and a white sweater that hangs off of my shoulders.

Now I’m laying on his bed, and I was right, it really is the softest bed I’ve ever been in and I hope one day out of the next twelve I will be invited to sleep here, and I strictly mean sleep. Because I know it would be the best few hours of my life.

Bellamy’s bathroom door opens, and he walks out in a towel, and my eyes scan him. He lets his gaze rest on me as I lay on his bed, and he grins at the sight before opening his drawers, facing away from me. He grabs a few things and then walks past the dresser, and opens the door to what I assume is his closet. He steps inside and closes the door behind him. A couple of minutes later he returns, fully clothed now. I look at him, and he’s wearing a pair of jeans and a shirt that doesn’t hug his body for once. It’s a bit oversized on his torso, but still somewhat shows off his muscular arms. His hair is messy, and almost fully dry, but still damp. He’s glowing.

“Ready?” I ask.

“Shoes, and then I will be,” He tells me.

He throws his towel in a hamper, and then I follow him out of his bedroom, and into the living room where Griffin sits alone.

“What are you up to Archie?” Griffin asks. He wasn’t here when we had gotten back, we must’ve not heard him get back. Griff’s eyes land on me, and he smiles. “Nevermind,” He speaks out, realizing what’s going on.

“We’re going to the movies. Can I borrow your car?” He asks his friend who seems to understand why he’s asking.

“What’s wrong with your car?” I ask Bellamy.

“Nothing.”

Griff tosses the keys to his Bellamy. “Archie’s got something special planned, don’t make him ruin it,” He has a giant smirk on his face, and I narrow my eyes.

“The two of you aren’t up to any good,” I cross my arms, and Griff shrugs.

“I think everything we do is good, but that’s a matter of opinion. I’m taking your car to the meeting then, that’s fine?” He asks and Bellamy nods.

“Of course, just don’t fuck it up,” Bellamy says and Griff nods.

“As long as you two don’t do anything gross in the backseat. No funny business,” He warns us and I scoff.

“Why do your friends think I’m just going to jump you on every surface?” I ask Bellamy, knowing Lawson warned us of the same thing.

“It’s not you we’re worried about,” Griffin defends and Bellamy tosses up a middle finger.

“We’re leaving before you get on my nerves,” Bellamy nods his head to the door, and I follow him, still wondering about the car, but knowing I won’t get an answer.

I had no idea I agreed to do this list with someone who would do his best to add so much to it. Bellamy is not a bare minimum type of guy, and that’s all I’ve ever known in my past. That thought alone is scary because I love knowing that he’s putting this effort in. I love knowing he’s got his mind on this at all times. I love knowing I’m at the top of his priorities for the next two weeks.

CHAPTERELEVEN

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