Grace's Gap Year In Australia

Grace's Gap Year In Australia- Part Seven

Instead of getting all embarrassed- which was not really how I tended to get- I scooped up more bubbles from the sink and made myself a bubble beard and then gave Beau one.

“Would you like a shave sir?” I asked Beau once I had finished applying his bubble beard to his jaw and chin.

“Please, Gracie,” he said in a poor attempt at an English accent. There was that nickname again, accompanied by the weakening of the knees.

I picked up a blunt butter knife from the counter and began tracing it across his jaw, ‘shaving’ the bubbles off. We began to sing ‘Pretty Women’ from the Sweeney Todd and burst into laughter seconds into the chorus.

“Back to your earlier question,” I said, shaking my head to return to my normal composure. “I would love some help. You boys can clear up while me and Summer go and talk in the lounge.” With that, I grabbed Summer by the wrist and dragged her out of the room, the groans and clatter of plates fading as our distance increased.

“Daniel is so cute,” she burst out as soon as we were out of earshot.

“I could tell you liked him from the moment you stiffened,” I said, pretending to wipe a tear away.

She shoved me. “Piss taker.”

“What I do best,” I grinned at her.

“So you and Beau…” she trailed off, looking curious and prying.

“What about me and Beau?”

“You guys seem pretty friendly.”

I scoffed. “It’s because he’s such a flirt. Just friends babe.”

“Is that why he calls you Gracie?” she asked. Great, she’d picked up on that. Now it wasn’t going to be so easy to shrug off.

“It’s just a nickname, Sum,” I retorted, shortening her name to get my point across.

She scoffed. “No, it’s not. And what about that scene in front of the sink?”

“What about it?” I asked, trying not to get pissed.

“That was some serious flirting.”

“It was friendly!” I practically shouted.

“Well, Luke didn’t look too happy about it,” she said, dropping on to the couch arm.

“He didn’t?” For some reason, this made me smile girlishly. Damn subconscious and its hold over my emotions.

Summer shook her head, her mouth crooked sympathetically.

Whilst I pondered this, Luke swiftly entered. “What you ladies talking about?”

What the hell was I supposed to say? ‘Oh, just about your brother maybe liking me and the fact that you’re upset about it.’ Erm, no. Luckily Summer was quick with words at that moment.

“Just how it’s amazing that you boys are actually cleaning,” she answered.

He chuckled. “Yeah, well it kinda turned into a flour fight, so I left.”

Luckily for them, I wasn’t a complete neat freak. But I would make them clean it up. I strode out of the lounge and, just as I was about to enter the kitchen, someone took hold of my wrist and tugged my backwards.

It was Luke; I saw when I turned round. I had considered pinning his arm to his back like I had with Beau, but didn’t in case it had been Summer. Her wrists were much weaker than the boy’s.

“You okay?” I asked warily.

“Yeah. I just wanted to, err, say…” he trailed off, releasing my wrist and scratching his head. “Thanks for the pancakes.”

“No problem,” I said cheerily before turning again and walking into the kitchen. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing when I saw all three boys covered in flour, their faces looking as if someone had cleaned the chalkboard wipers on them.

“Oh, hi,” Jay said guiltily, dropping the flour in his hands on to the floor.

I rolled my eyes. “Clean it up when you’ve finished your battle,” I ordered before returning casually to the lounge, shaking my head.

“How bad is the battlefield?” asked Summer, referring to the kitchen’s state.

“Quite. But they will cart away the debris once it draws to a close,” I replied. Yep, such freaks.

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