I never finished this, but maybe you guys will appreciate the nostalgia ^_^
Not so much Blake/Jordin as...Blake & Jordin.

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Ah, sleep.
Sleeping had become a rare luxury for Blake, so he was about to take full advantage of the forty eight hours he had to himself. That was all he could manage in his new-hectic life; a mere two days.
The sun was now in the center of the sky, seeping through the blinds and painting the room with a golden glow. Blake rolled over in his sleep and grabbed at the sheets, pulling them up and over his eyes, groaning. His still-spiked hair peeked up over the bed spread, and his eyes were slightly smeared from his eyeliner. Last night he’d just come home and crashed. Twelve hours later, here he was.
When the sunlight persistently continued shining in his eyes, even through the sheets, he knew he had to get up. He could sleep some more later. He already had more time than he knew what to do with, so sleep was a good plan B.
But…he had to admit there was a reason he chose tomorrow as his day off. Today was October 30th, and he had no intention of missing out on his favorite holiday of the year. He flung his tired legs over the edge of the bed, letting them dangle for a moment before touching his bare feet to the wood floor. With a shudder, he pushed himself up, grabbing behind him for a blanket and wrapping it around himself.
He stuffed his mouth full of toast and swigged down a glass of fresh oj, then plopped onto the couch in his living room. He hadn’t even had time to decide what he would be this year, let alone gotten a costume together. He sighed and threw his head back, then rocked it back and forth, thinking to himself.
He could always be one of his many characters. Hell, he always had his Jimmie-teeth at the ready. Choosing to put that issue aside momentarily, he grabbed for the phone. He needed a partner in crime.
“Hey, Chris! You got plans?” He asked hopefully.
“Kinda…I’m flying out to LA as we speak to do some recording…why?” Chris replied, sounding tired. Blake signed into the phone, disappointedly.
“You busy tomorrow?”
“Yeah, the next week or two are completely crazy…sorry man…” Chris said. “But hey, don’t forget that I’m coming to the album release party!” Chris said, trying to change the subject.
“Oh yes, it’s gonna be so amazing! I’m so excited…it’s, it’s just surreal!” Blake said, sounding much, much happier suddenly.
“Well, I got to go, man. Talk to you soon…I need to work on my own album now! Don’t want you getting too far ahead!” Chris laughed.
“Haha! See ya!” Blake hung up, feeling ecstatic. Then he remembered why he had even called and silently cursed Chris for distracting him. He needed someone to celebrate with! Someone as crazy as he was. Someone who loved goofing off and being childish every once in a while. Someone who needed a break just as much as he did…
Blake dialed the phone and put it to his ear. It rang ten or so times. Groaning, he hung up and pressed redial, taping his feet against the ground hopefully, and twisting his other arm on the arm-rest like a six-year-old who needed to use the bathroom. Still, nothing. He called again, moving his other hand to his hair and grabbing at it.
“Hello?”
“Jordin!” Blake yelled happily into the phone.
“Uh…yep!” She giggled.
“Hey, it’s Blake!”
“I know! I have caller ID!” She laughed, mimicking his overly-excited tone.
“Haha…oh.”
“So, Blake! How are you?” Jordin asked, a smile in her voice.
“I am…amazing. You?”
“Tired. Life is just crazy-great right now! The crazy part is just starting to ware on me, now, too.” She laughed.
“Tell me about it…hey, are you free tomorrow?” Blake asked, sucking his bottom lip.
“Actually…I think I am!”
“Oh my god, really? Hey, we should do something tomorrow! I’m free, and it’s Halloween.”
“Aw, Blakey, wanna go trick-or-treating?” She giggled, sarcastically.
“Hahaha! Something like that! You in?”
“Sure! When and where?”
“Can…you fly up to Seattle from…where are you, LA?”
“Yes, and yes.”
“Cool, I’ll meet you at the airport. See you then.”
“Hee, bye!”
Blake hung up the phone and set it on the table, leaning back completely into the cushions and sighing deeply, a huge grin on his face. He loved spending time with Jordin. They were going to have an awesome day, he just knew it.
He walked to the bathroom, and grasped the edges of the counter, leaning forward and studying himself. He looked like shit. Like he hadn’t slept in weeks. His eyes were dark and a little puffy, not to mention seemed to be leaking black make-up. His hair was lop-sided and stiff. He turned the faucet and washed his face as much as he could. It didn’t seem to do anything, except make his face wet.
He stepped back and untied his plaid pajama pants, letting them fall to the floor. Then he lifted his shirt over his head, and tossed it down with his pants. He turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, and stepped in, moaning as the hot water beat against his tense flesh. It felt so good, he felt like he could fall asleep right then and there. He watched the water droplets run off his skin, hit the walls and floor of the shower, and rush down the drain. After a while of just standing there, he picked up the bar of soap and began to wash himself.
A good half hour later, he stepped out of the shower, steam spilling out into the rest of the room. He grabbed a towel and draped it around his waist. He rubbed the steam from the mirror with his fist, and looked into the small circle it left. Much, much better. He grabbed a second towel and ran it roughly over his head, leaving his now soft, feathery hair sticking straight up.
He brushed his teeth and hair, ate a banana, and got dressed. Now he was kinda bored, sitting on his bed watching TV. Jordin wouldn’t get in for a few more hours, at least. He needed something to do… Remembering his new favorite pass-time, he slumped back onto the bed and fell asleep again.
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Blake groggily recognized the buzzing of a cell phone through the thick haze of sleep. He lifted his face from his pillow, rubbed his cheek, and stuck his hand into his pocket.
“…Hello?” He half-slobbered.
“Blake, where are you? I’m at the airport.” Jordin said, concerned.
“Shit, what time is it!?”
“Uh…A little after 9.”
“Dang it. Uh…I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
“Okay…”
Blake closed his phone and stuck it back in his pocket. He pushed up on the bed, and fell off onto his side, scrambling up to his feet awkwardly, and running to the door. He grabbed his keys and rushed out the door, almost forgetting to lock it.
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Jordin sat on the edge of a fountain, crossing her legs. On her upright knee, she rested her forehead on her closed fist. Her foot tapped impatiently against nothing.
“Hey!” Blake ran up to her, slowing down to catch his breath as he approached her. Her head shot up in shock. “I am so sorry, Jordin. I…fell asleep.” He frowned.
“It’s okay.” She grinned up at him looking a little tired.
“No, it’s not. I’m sorry.” Jordin stood up, still smiling, then leaned down slightly to give him a hug. He seemed shocked for a moment, then hugged her back. Just as the hug was starting to get awkward, she let go of him, and smiled huge.
“Let’s go.” She said bubbily.
“This is it!” Blake shouted, walking through the front door. “Isn’t it nice?” He laughed sarcastically.
“SO nice!” Jordin giggled, following him inside. Blake put down her bags and sighed.
“I just cant seem to get enough sleep…”
“Well of course not! You hadn’t had a real nights sleep in months…but now I’m here, and no more sleeping for you.” Jordin said, picking her bags back up and looking around. “Now, where am I staying?”
“Here, I’ll show you.” He took her bag from her, leaving her holding just a pillow. She followed him down the hallway. “Hope the guest room’s okay.” He said, setting her bag on the small bed.
“Oh, of course it’s okay. I’m not a complete diva yet.” She said, sounding fake-offended. Then snap, snap, snap. And she put her hand in Blake’s face.
“Oooooh, girl. Don’t start wit me.” Blake said in a high-pitched voice with his hand on his hip. Jordin threw her pillow on the bed roughly and stood on her tip toes up against Blake, completely towering over him. “What Shorty?”
“Oh, it’s on, now.” He said trying to sound tough. Then paused to look around for another pillow. He picked up a small, round, tan pillow and threw it down exaggeratingly. Jordin giggled on accident. And with that, the two of them burst into laughter. Blake held himself around the middle, leaning over laughing, and Jordin had fallen back onto the bed, almost unable to breath.
“Ha, haha…oh my god, HAHA! Oh…” Blake stood up straight again, finishing his laughing fit.

I don't think I had ever read this.
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i just did, though[[x

CUTEAMY.
This is so old, though.
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