cocoon || reece bibby

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i got out of bed at around 5am, having been unable to sleep for a while, and i grabbed my phone, keys and louis' lead, calling him softly.

i was wearing reece's t-shirt, so just put on a pair of grey, knee-high socks and adidas superstars, and tied my hair into a high ponytail so it was off my face.

clipping louis' lead to his collar, i walked outside and down the small road to the slip way, walking onto the sand, and i took louis' lead off so he could run about a bit, as no one else was on the beach.

we walked the length of the beach, then came off it the other end, and walked back along the road.

at about 6am, i returned home and stripped to my usual bed attire, gave louis some water, then returned to bed with reece, who was still fast asleep.

i smiled, glad i hadn't woken him up, and cuddled into his chest, falling asleep again a while later.

"babe." i mumbled, groaning a little at the sun being up, and the blinds being open, and my head hurting. we may have had a few drinks last night.

i grabbed ella, pulling her to me, and she blushed a little.

"this is cocoon as fuck." she giggled, burying her face into my neck.

"huh?"

"the sun's up, and my head's fucked, and immediately i grab you, you go all red, like the first time." she sang with a fond smile.

"i love it when you do that, god, i love it when you do that." i sang, then kissed the top of her head.

ella clumsily rolled over, and stepped out of bed, as i did the same, following her downstairs, where she grabbed a bottle of water and chucked me one.

"there's this café, it's like a two minute walk, and they do really good food, can we go there for breakfast?" she asked and i nodded.

"of course, yeah." i smiled.

"and we can take the dogs." ella said, grabbing my hand and going upstairs.

she knocked on the boys' door, then barged in before they could answer, revealing them both sat up in bed on their phones.

"get up, we're going for breakfast." she smiled, going back to our bedroom where we both got dressed.

i wore a thin, tight, grey dress with spaghetti straps that came down to my mid thigh, as reece walked shirtless, george and blake in just shorts and t-shirts, and i brought the dogs.

i ordered a berry smoothie and scrambled eggs with smoked salmon on toast, the boys getting full english breakfasts with juice/smoothies, and i ordered some food for the puppies, as the café had a cute little dogs' menu.

when the food came, the boys each tried some of mine, agreeing that it tasted really good, and i had all three of their tomatoes as none of them wanted theirs, and i tied louis' lead to the table leg next to me, put Bambi on the seat next to me, and looped the two Labrador's leads over my arm.

reece was sat on my left (bambi to the right of me), and blake and george sat opposite us.

i put on a baby-blue bikini top, with matching bottoms, and i put a pair of shorts over, the boys all putting on trunks that looked like shorts, and we went back down the beach, and i lead them across the breakwater wall, to rocks which i climbed over, then connected with the other part of the wall, and I took my shorts off, before running and jumping off the end of the wall into the sea, which i knew was deep enough, as it was high tide.

"come on." i giggled to the three surprised and slightly scared boys when i resurfaced.

"shit." george said, jumping off cautiously, blake following him a moment later, as i climbed the steel ladder, back up onto the 'wall', where i stood by reece, loosely putting my arms around his waist.

"go on, it's alright, it's deep enough." i encouraged softly, before letting go of him and suddenly shoving him in, him cussing as he fell, causing me to giggle.

"you're still alive." i teased when he resurfaced with a playful scowl on his face.

"all i taste is salt." he whined and i giggled, knowing how he felt from before i learned what closing my mouth was.

"try and keep your mouth closed." i cooed, jumping in again, as the four of us did for the next 15 minutes, until we decided to do a bit more climbing and swimming.