MY GIRL // JUAN MANUEL CORREA

THREE

THREE

"I know that you said that you wouldn't drink the wine, but I brought it anyway."

Pierre Gasly smiled as he walked in to his friends apartment having used his spare key, since she only gave key privileges to Charles, Lorenzo and himself.

She didn't trust Arthur, even though he had made his own key to her house, he had lost that.

"Hey frenchie."

Ebony Moretti smiled tiredly as she stood to her feet so that she could hug her childhood friend, seeing him place the wine on to the floor so that he could hug her properly, his arms wrapping around her waist tightly.

The Gasly man pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head as they stood in one another's arms for a couple of moments, having not seen each other for a couple of weeks.

Charles Leclerc appeared from her kitchen with an apron over the front of his body and a chef hat upon his head, a soft smile stretching across his entire face at the arrival of his best friend.

"What are you wearing?" Pierre laughed loudly as his crystal blue eyes took notice of the clothing options that the Leclerc boy had chosen to wear to cook, finding it absolutely hilarious.

"Proper Chef's wear them this way, and I'm a proper Chef." Charles smiled, doing a small spin so that he could show off how professional he thought that he looked.

In reality, Ebony and Pierre were clutching on to each others arms to try and hold back their laughter, finding it hilarious at how silly he looked, but found his expression adorable.

"I have made burgers and pasta if you didn't want to have burgers." Charles admitted with a small smile, seeing the Moretti girl roll her eyes at his behavior.

"You mean, you bought the pasta and you made the burgers. I saw you unpack a bag with the shop bought pasta, you're not fooling anyone Charlie." Ebony smiled as she noticed the Monégasque laugh, nodding his head up and down as he realised that he had been caught up in his lie.

"Well, to go with our amazing food, I brought gelato, sixteen bottles of wine and a bottle of tequila." Pierre placed each item down on to the glass table that resided in the living room of Ebony's apartment, until she took the gelato to place them in the kitchen.

"Arthur isn't coming tonight, is he?" Charles questioned, since he knew that his little brother had a habit of turning up out of the blue.

"I believe he is going with his friends to watch a movie, but I've told Lorenzo to keep him busy if he heads this way." Ebony grinned in happiness.

It was one of the good things about having her brother Lorenzo living in the same street as her, just a couple of doors away from her.

"So we have you all to ourselves?" Pierre's face lit up at the thought of being able to spend an entire night with his little sister without interruptions from Arthur for the first time in a while.

"Well you've brought me wine, Pear, so of course you do." Ebony giggled, grabbing a bottle of red wine so that she could pour it in to a glass and drink it whilst Charles did his cooking.

The French man watched with an amused smile upon his face as he watched her pick a large wine glass from out of her cupboard, pouring the entire bottle of wine in to the glass.

Ebony loved red wine.

Pierre knew that, and had known that for quite a long time since even when she was still a teenager, she loved to sneak a bottle of red wine away from her mother and father to drink it.