Anxious eyes flickered between rooms, in hope to find just what they were prying. Yet they remained curious.
With Reece by my side, this hell hole was evolving more into a heaven. Of course we were back at the pub! For it was becoming a popular choice between Reece and I, and I could feel myself slowly turning into one of those girls, notorious for spending the majority of her time and money at this place.
Reece and I quibbled for the start of the night, debating who was paying for the drinks, and giving a valid reason why. Reece won, he never lets me pay for drinks.
He bought tequila, too much, but he wanted to play our question game again, I wasn't looking forward to it.
We stood awkwardly by the stairs, Reece trying his best to hold the tray of tequila, I was just laughing along with his scared facial expressions.
We prowled around the pub, Reece was hunting for an empty table, I was on the lookout for her and her entourage.
The main socialising area was surprisingly empty and thankfully we had a table to ourselves, right by the window, my favourite spot.
Reece informed me that his friends may be joining us in a while, so both our eyes hovered around the main door, hoping to spy them, despite me not knowing what they looked like.
"They'll be a while, they say soon but it'll probably be a couple hours," he claimed placing his phone face side down on the table.
He lifted up a shot of tequila and nodded in my direction, but I shook my head, I couldn't fathom sinking four of these, I'd be gone within a matter of seconds.
He tipped his head back, and shook it violently whilst sticking his tongue out, forgetting about the lemon and the salt, and also our question game, but I wasn't complaining.
It was when I lifted my shot glass up that I saw just what I had been dreading. The back of her head bobbed through the crowds, and ended up in the corner of this room, her face engulfed in her phone screen. She hadn't seen nor felt my hungry eyes as they ripped right through her with disgust, instead she looked up with a vulnerable expression.
Reece followed my gaze and his eyes landed on her, he looked back over at me and shook his head.
"she's not worth it," Reece stared, his hands reaching over to grab mine. But I couldn't quite shake my gaze off of her, no matter how vulnerable and lonely she looked. Without her friends she was nothing, no-one cared much for her, when she's with her friends, it gives her an excuse to be even more repulsive to people, like me.
She caught on to me staring and gave me what felt like a genuine smile and perhaps even a call for help, I moved my eyes to Reece.
I lifted up the glass and swallowed in one, wincing was it burned down my throat.
If she was here, I needed some excuse to forget about her presence and tequila seemed like a good enough excuse.
"So Shiloh," Reece pondered, his hands rubbing together and a mischievous grin was planted on his face. "what's one thing you're most grateful for?" He asked, a question I was not waiting for, I was expecting his 'why the beach?' question again and had even thought of a reasonably good explanation, this one however through me off guard.
"I guess I am grateful for my family, especially my brother River, for encouraging me and bringing me so much light and happiness recently." I smiled. Reece smiled at me, content with my answer, as was I, for I didn't have to down another tequila.
"So Reece," I mimicked, learning across the table and squinting my eyes at him, I swayed from side to side as many a question flooded into my head, wondering which one I wanted him to answer.
"you look so good right now," he smirked, as he too leaned in and closed the gap between us. I could feel myself as I began to shake, the more I looked at his lips and the longer I stared into his eyes. The ocean eyes that shared a tropical warmth, the ones I was too familiar with drowning in.
"I can't remember what I was going to ask," I mumbled, my head hanging low. Reece's handed reached out and grabbed a strand of my hair, twirling it in his fingers, I wished that he could do this more often. The sudden contact he had did a million things to me, but for one, it seemed to shift all my worries and fears away.
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beach//reece bibby
Romance"You're like a daisy; you've been trod on and become so closed up with every gloomy day that passes, you need to focus on the brighter ones so you can bloom," he spoke as he twiddled a daisy between his fingers. "A daisy?" I questioned, my voice hoa...
