Life In The Fast Lane •JB•

33

Camilla

I woke up to find Justin's arms wrapped all the way around my body, sweat beaded on my forehead as his body temperature overruled my own, probably being the reason why I woke up earlier then him today.

I gently untangled his warm hands from my sticky body and tip toed towards the en suite, not daring to wake him up. I ran a quick shower, washing off the sweat that coated me in a thin layer. Ew, thanks Justin.

After I got ready for the day I finally glanced at my phone, which confirmed the time that it was almost 9 am. I felt like I was going to be trapped in the garage all day getting ready for this race I had tonight.

Since the car is basically still factory built, there's a few things I want to adjust to ensure I'll win that cash tonight.

To bring up my energy I sculled down an instant coffee and snacked on a bowl of cereal before preparing myself for the work I'd be doing ahead of me.

I feel like I haven't touched a car in years, and it's only been three or so weeks. Since I parked the car outside last night I decided I'd work out in the fresh air until the boys woke up, I didn't want to disturb their slumber with the sound of my car.

I wheeled out the cart with my tools on it and popped open the hood, scanning over every piece that makes up the engine. I got stuck into adjusting the parts for the next hour, scribbling down the parts on a piece of paper that I was prepared go go out and get from down town.

I turn back to the cart to grab another tool, to hear a soft giggle come from above me. I looked up to find Justin leaning against the railing of his bedroom balcony, a sleepy smile pulling at his lips. "Good morning baby," he slurred out in his raspy, tired voice.

His blonde hair covered half his face as he looked down at me with puffy eyes and with pursed lips, blowing kisses in my direction before disappearing back into his bedroom.
I shook away the blush that coated my cheeks and tried to focus back on my car, but within seconds Justin smashed through the front door to meet by my side.

"You need me to get you anything?" he asked, leaning into the engine looking over the area I was rebuilding.

"There is a few things I need," I tapped my pen on the paper, pointing to the few items on the list. Justin simply nodded while taking the paper from my hand, looking over the list a couple of times before shoving it deep into his pocket.

"I'll have something to eat and then we can go get the parts," he left a light kiss on my cheek before racing back into the house, not even giving me time to reply.

Thinking about the race made me somewhat nervous- what if there was going to be people there that didn't like me? Obviously everyone knows who I am now, but not all agree with it. I know the Brotherhood had backed out from the public eye, but the public also look up to them, them being the leaders of course. Justin was going to be by my side, so everything should go smoothly if he's keeping an eye out for me.

I spent a few more minutes tightening a few parts until Justin came back out fully dressed with toast crumbs stuck to the corners of his mouth. I curled my finger for him to come over to me, whiping  away the specs of bread he stared down at me, flashing a toothy smile as I do so.

"You ready?"

"Yeah, lets go," Justin took my hand and led me to the Range Rover, he ignited the engine and we were on our way to down town LA. He subconsciously tapped his fingers on the wheel to the beat of the song that played on the radio as I sat in silence, watching him tense up every now and then because of the traffic ahead of him.