After the supermarket fiasco, we stood outside 35 Portland Row and waited for the cab. George looked like he had just got out of bed. Not in a good way. Lockwood was in a dashing dinner jacket and a bow tie. Holly wore a strip of material with nothing to hold it up. It really did only just cover her up! I was decked in a knee-length red dress with black, sparkly tights. And would you believe it? Earlier, Lockwood had ACTUALLY persuaded me to have my ears pierced! It felt like someone had stapled them, which, I now know, wouldn't hurt much. I wore silver, glittery studs that Lockwood had chosen for me.
"Consider it a new year's present," he had said. I touched them.
"Hurting?" Lockwood asked.
I shook my head.
"Good. Look, here's our ride."
"Err, Lockwood, when did you mention this Lamborghini?" Holly, George and I stood there, dumbfounded.
"Oh, did I not tell you? Well now you know. Come on, we don't want to be late now, do we?" Lockwood got in, casual as ever. We followed suit, still completely overwhelmed.
"Now who wants some champagne?" Our leader brought out a crate of bottles, the look of a toddler who had purposefully done something wrong on his face.
"Lockwood!" Holly said sternly. "You're under 18!"
"Only by three years! And I'm in charge. And it's a special occasion. And I'm nice. And charming. And drop-dead gorgeous. And other-worldly brilliant. And-"
"Modest too?" Holly interrupted. "Hmm. Might need to work on that particular element. Go on, but not too much! And share it with the rest of us as well."
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2016 Weeeeee! Doughnuts. Boys, stop scribbling all over my book!
Fanfic3.............2.............1..........HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woo! What do you get when you cross New Year parties with Lockwood & Co? A fluffy Locklyle date! Yup you read that correctly! But where is this date? Oh. At the Fi...
