Perfume//➵ReeceBibby

perfume [9]

||nine - GoKarting||

Zara's p.o.v

We take in the votes and it's half mine and half his.

"There's only one way to break the draw, we vote for each other's" I say dramatically, even though I secretly know Reece will vote for himself anyways (He's very competitive).

I roll my sleeves up and grab a fork full of Reece's dish. Hesitating, I move he fork near my mouth and gulp it down. "Ice never tried anything like it!" I exclaim, going for a second mouthful, "and I love it! Not so bad" I shrug and Reece's red lips turn into a grin from ear to ear as he puts his hands up in excitement and bows at the little audience in front of us.

I giggle at his actions and clap for him. I've never seen a boy so happy because he's won the best breakfast.

Once we have finally cleaned up all of the mess we have made and clean up all of the destroyed living room (instructed by Reece's dad) we sit down and think of ideas for the day. In our pyjamas.

"I really don't know" I say, racking my brain for ideas.

"I still think we should go go karting" Blake says, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

I lick my lips and feeling Reece's eyes look over at me and I look back at him, "any ideas?" I ask Reece to brake the awkwardness.

"I don't mind go karting, but it's up to you and George" he shrugs, and we all look over at George who is playing with the strings of his phoodie. He notices us staring and coughs, "yes?" P

"George, would you like to go Go Karting?" I ask, and he nods furiously, getting excited.

"That's sorted then" I announce, rubbing my tired eyes. I can mentally picture my smudged mascara under my eyes and my dark bags from last nights sleepover.

"You sure your okay with were we are going?" Reece asks, obviously not believing me.

"Reece of corse, e en though I've only been once and I was rubbish" I giggle a my self and Reece smilies.

"Well at least George can feel better about himself when He finally wins somebody" he comments.

"He's only saying that to make himself feel better, like Reece is good at go karting!" George bites back, sarcastically smiling, tilting his head to the side like a little girl.

"Ladies" I sigh dramatically, breaking the circle we was all sat discussing in, "Reece come with me I left my bag in your room and I don't wanna be in there on my own"

"Why just in case you find hi-" Blake starts.

"Blake!"

Reece and Blake start laughing at their inside joke and I just roll my eyes, following Reece to his room. I pick up my bag before searching through my clothes choices and picking out some blue overalls and a black crop top with underwear.

"Can I use the bathroom?" I ask politely, interrupting Reece's stares.

He scratches the back of his neck and nods, "yeah sure" and with that I head to the white marble bathroom and Reece sorts himself out.

After I'm fresher and ready in the bathroom, I see what Reece is doing. He's wearing a cream coloured jumper and black jeans. He had made his flat messy hair into his huge quiff he does and he looks perfect. He looks at me in a smile and I forget that I have zero makeup on after my wash. I quickly cover my face with my hands and squirm.

"What's up?" He laughs, nearing me and moving my hands from my face.

"I have no makeup on" I state, looking into his hazel-blue eyes, "you have nice coloured eyes" I randomly state, giggling.

"Hmm okay" he says like I'm crazy, moving my shoulders away from my makeup bag, "no need for that stuff"

"Reece" I wine, trying to grab my bag. Suddenly, he picks me up bridal style down the stairs as I tilt my neck back and laugh loudly.

"Put me down!" I command and he does, he throws me on the couch.

>>

"ALL MY FRIENDS ARE HEATHENS TAKE IT SLOW!" We shout in the car, as Reece's mom drives us to the destination, getting annoyed at our obnoxious singing.

We arrive at the tall building and Reece gets put, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. Blake whistles and George claps behind up and me and Reece are now laughing.

I step into my ridiculous outfit.

"Show me then!" Reece asks from outside. I step out and lean against the door way pretending to be sexy. He whistles.

"I tried to pick out a nice outfit for today too!" I pout. I sulkily hit my droopy arms against my thighs and then cross them. I looked ridiculous.

"Right, no time to waste" he smirks, heading to the karts, George and Blake following us(After me and George laugh at each other in the black leather).

"Game on" Blake says, stamping on his pedal.