Spinning Tyres ~ Pierre Gasly

Poolside

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Me and Pierre walked to our bedroom, there was kind of an awkward silence on the way there. I told Pierre to go sit on the bed whilst I got the stuff out of the bathroom I needed to help him clean up his nose. "When did you become such a doctor?" Pierre asked looking up at me whilst I stood over him. His eyes looked straight into my soul, they're beautiful. I don't think I've ever been this close as to notice them.

"I've been to a lot of university parties and they can get a bit rough sometimes" I say grabbing a dry cloth. "I heard parties in Barcelona aren't as good as back home in Monaco" he says. "I can't argue with that, but If you party with the right people it can be better" I say starting to clean away everything.

Pierre follows me into the bathroom and he leans against the door frame. "What made you want to leave Monaco and move so far away?" He says watching my every move. "I guess I was trying to escape" I say, he looks at me confused. "What do you have to be running away from?" He says still watching me with his big enchanting eyes.
"Everyone in Monaco knows me as Charles' sister. I was fed up of being used to get close to him and everyone assumed I got everything handed to me because of who he is" I admit.

I walk out of the room and Pierre moves to the side to let me through, he goes and takes another seat on the bed whilst I look through my clothes in the wardrobe. "I get it, you wanted to achieve something by yourself that you had earned" it's like he's inside my head right now looking at my thoughts.

"Charles could never understand why you left" he says. "Well Charles only ever thinks about himself." I say grabbing a top off a hanger and closing the wardrobe door. "That's not true. All he did these past few years was talk about you" I turn around and stare at pierre, I didn't know that, I thought he didn't care for me. "Then why did he never come and visit or take any interest in what I was studying" I say angrily. "That's soemthimg you'll have to ask Charles, it's hard to get into his head sometimes" I agree with him on that one. Charles may seem like an open person but when it comes to how his really feeling, those deep thoughts and feelings never get talked about. There's a lot over the past few years I've wanted to talk to him about, but I know it's just useless to bring up now.

"I'm going to change my top is still wet from earlier when Chalres threw the wet ball at me" I say to pierre sat on the bed looking at me. He doesn't move though. "Okay" he says, continuing to look at me as if he expects me to change right in front of him. "Can you turn around?" I say standing there awkwardly. "Oh yeah sorry" he stands up off the bed and turns his back away from me.

I take my wet top off and throw it into the corner of the room, that scares Pierre I think bed his head jumps to the sounds and looks around to see what it was. "Pierre!" I shout quickly covering my bra with the clean top. "Sorry sorry" he says covering his eyes with his hands and turning back around. "Sorry I just-" he doesn't finish his sentence. "Don't worry about it, just stay there alright" he nods his head up and down.

"Okay you can turn back around" I say, but he stays where he is. "Are you sure, I don't want another shock" a shock what does he mean by that? It's shocking to see me in my bra? It was a bad shock or a good one? "Pierre I'm sure" he turns back around and walks up to me.