End of Time

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Blake's POV

Terry and I were forced into engagement by our parents and it's been a month since we moved in together. We go to the same university and are enrolled in the same course. I used to detest Terry and she still tolerated my bad behaviour back then, but I have changed and I plan to fix all my mistakes.

I looked around my room, finding my phone I picked it up and turned it on, checking the time. It was Wednesday today which meant Terry had lectures to attend. It was 4:00 pm which meant she would be back at around 6:00 pm. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath trying to motivate myself. I finally have the chance to fix things with her, so I should probably start with small changes, anything big might scare her. Normally she takes care of the housework, it's decided then, I'll do the housework today and I'll make dinner. There's still 2 hours left before she gets home. I put a load of laundry into the washing machine and got started on dusting around the house, after that I did the sweeping, by the time I was done sweeping the washing machine was done so I took them out and put them in the dryer and mopped the floor. When I was done I looked up checking the clock on the wall I saw it was 5:30 pm, so I got started on making dinner. I was nervous and excited to see her again so I left the kitchen when I heard her keys outside the door and went to greet her. I waited anxiously for the door to click and open.

Click.

*Flashback*

Terry's POV

Click.

I opened the door and walked in. Sighing at the sight before me. Blake purposely made a mess again. The devil himself is lounging on the couch with a bowl of pop surrounded by dirty laundry all over the floor. He's been trying to get rid of me even though he knew it wouldn't work. Our parents refuse to call off the engagement and despite our mutual dislike for each other I refuse to be as petty and childish as he is. I didn't want to waste precious time and energy arguing with Blake so I just tolerate all of his antics and cleaned up without any complaints.

Thankfully he completely ignored me and continued to munch on the popcorn while watching whatever movie he had playing. I clicked my tongue annoyed but picked up the clothes from the floor anyway. From the corner of my eye I saw Blake smirk and drop some popcorn on the floor purposely.

"Clean that up for me too."

I glared up at him holding in my frustration, then went to get the broom anyway and cleaned it up, once I was done with that I put the laundry in the washing machine and started the wash cycle, while that washed I cleaned up and made us dinner. I looked at Blake's portion and contemplated putting poison in he's food for being the intolerable childish creature that he is, but instead I took a deep breath to calm myself and remind myself that I should have an open mind and try to accept Blake as he is.

Hate is not the solution here however inviting it may seem, I set the table and called him over for dinner. Blake sat down and grimaced at his food, I looked down and noticed the small piece of tomato I accidentally put on his plate.

"What atrocity is this?" He angrily asked me slamming his hands on the table as he glared daggers at me. I'd had enough of his immaturity so I lost my temper. I picked up my fork pointing it to his neck.

"Would you grow up already, it's a tiny piece of tomato, it's not going to kill you to remove it, afterall you do have hands of your own" I said through gritted teeth.

Blake grabbed hold of my wrist, pulling me closer and stared venomously into my eyes. "admit it, you did this on purpose to get back at me for making you clean everything"

"Oh would you look at that, looks like you actually do have a guilty conscience" I rolled my eyes at him and pulled my wrist out of his grasp.

Blake ran his hand through his hair, staring at his food in disgust "I'm not eating this s**t" he said before storming off to his room.

*Present time*

I opened the door and walked in. I frowned as I looked around, the floor was spotless, I then spotted Blake off to the side wearing an apron and my frown deepened.

"Sorry I think I've got the wrong house" I said with a flat tone and started leaving again. Just as I was about to close the door Blake stopped me.

"Nope you've got the right house Terry"

"Okay then I need to get my eyes checked, clearly I'm seeing things, I'll be back". I tried to close the door again but Blake's grip on the door was firm.

"There's nothing wrong with your eyes, and you aren't seeing things, just come in already" Blake said with a hint of a annoyance in his tone. Good to see he's still short tempered and impatient. I cautiously walked into the house and looked around. I felt like an intruder in my own house. I could smell clean laundry as I walked to my room confused. What happened to Blake? Because this is not the Blake I know. I put my bag in my room before going to the kitchen to make dinner. Before I even got to the kitchen I could smell the delicious aroma. No way, did he make curry, since when does Blake cook? Last I checked he was a spoiled brat that lived in a mansion and had everything done for him.

Blake was serving me. "Are you Blake's imposter" I asked knowing it's a stupid question, as if though an imposter would tell me they're an imposter, but I was concerned.

"No. I'm Blake Harley, aged 20, studying Biomedicine at Stanford university, 6'1 foot tall, with a weight of 67 kg and an AB blood type" Blake sighed out.

"Okay but anyone can find all that out"

"Good God. No, just no."

"Well what the hell happened to you then, are you trying to kill me? Is there poison in my food? Because that's the only other explanation I can think of."

Blake sighed again before picking up his spoon and taking some rice and curry from my plate and eating it. Once he was done swallowing he said "There, no poison see."

"Right.." I said dragging it out, still doubtful. The sudden change was weird, suspicious and too much to process. The Blake I knew wouldn't do any of this, and his cooking skills were non-existent. I still ate his cooking regardless, surprised that the curry was actually decent. I watched him in confusion and wariness as I ate. The fact that the food came out edible only made me more suspicious of him, and I wondered if maybe he only knew how to cook curry. He'll be back to normal tomorrow, I thought as I tried to convince myself.

Blake's POV

I watched as Terry ate, not even bothering to touch my own food, I was happy to see her again. I missed her so much, but I worried that maybe the first change was too big, seeing as how it weirded Terry out.

"Aren't you eating?" Terry raised her brow at me.

"Ah..." I said looking down at my plate, I didn't have much of an appetite. I wasn't sure if it was out of nervousness or because I was half dead, but I ate just because she asked.

We sat in awkward silence in the living room after I washed the dishes. I glanced at Terry and rubbed my hands on my legs, a nervous habit of mine.

"Terry... I uh... I never said this before... uh to you I mean... but welcome home."