I'm So Proud Of You

Chapter 10

Nicki POV

I stomped back towards his Bugatti, jumped in the drivers side and tried to work out how the hell I'm supposed to jump start the car.

Well done Nicki our wonderfully detailed plan of escaping this horrid idea is now ruined.

Why, would this be dear readers???

Because she can't start a car that's why.

While I was looking in the compartments of the car, I heard a soft but persistent knock on the driver side window.

Not wanting to make it obvious that I was going through his stuff, I slowly stuffed his stuff in the right place. Then in a slow patronising way, I turned my body and my head to face to whoever would be at the window.

AYEEE DRAKEY BABY!!!!

Ughhhhhh.

He motioned for me to open the door, so, after pondering for several minutes whether to let him have his way, I ended up opening the door wide open.
He gave me " what are you doing " face before saying..

" And the aim of this is?...."

I look around me for an inspiration for an excuse to why I was in the drivers seat. After finding no inspiration I look back to Drake saying..

" Well you see(gco) "

And I was cut off by the sound of jingling keys. Right there in front of my eyes, was his Bugatti keys with a couple of interesting musical key rings.

Come on Nicki you would obviously need keys to start a car...

Yeah whatever.

" Oh there's the keys.... Oooo Drake I like your Timbs they're really quite(gco)" I begin and attempt to snatch the keys out of his hands.

However it ended up being a failed attempt especially the fact that he is tall and has quick reflexes. He snatched the keys away from my reach using his height to his advantage.

Well being 5'2" has it's flaws.

" You want to get out now and let me explain why the fudgecakes we're here?? " He semi pleads and holds his hand out to assist me out of his car.

Such a gentleman Xx

Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

After a lot of hesitation, I took his hand brushed off my jeans and walked with him into the shop. All around where all sorts of methods of disguise. All sorts of wigs, many of which looked very peng, moustaches and beards as well. They're was an area for glasses, contacts and then the clothes section. In the clothes section, there s all sorts of the styles one could think of.. vintage, science fiction, nerdy, slightly revealing, for the older generation and even clothes a typical mum and father would wear.

" Lemme guess, you think I wasted your time, just to take you to a random fancy dress shop?? Well for one, don't be too quick to assume. Its something you lack in. Also for wear we're going we have to go undercover in some senses. Reason being security reasons that no one notices us and the fact I don't want to privatize the place we are going. And seeing as we have already tackled the what-to-wear hurdle, all we have to do is make you unrecognisable. Okay? " Drake explained whilst motioning to our surroundings.

I looked around as well, scrunching up my lips into a pout trying to decipher why we had to dress like this.   Then my mind starts to drift how the fudge am I supposed to disguise myself.