I MET THE BOYS YESTERDAY!! After 4 years, it was so worth it. DM me for my Instagram as I've posted some pictures :)
"Remember that time we were cloud gazing? I think about that a lot," Reece spoke as we basked together on top of the cliff, the sun was a duvet over the top of us.
I gazed up at the vast blue above us, only seagulls gliding across the sky, it was cloudless today.
"I was going to be called Claudia, my mum loved the clouds and she said it was a name that reminded her of clouds," I spoke.
"So where did Shiloh come from?" he said, looking over at me, his hands were stroking the emerald blades of grass and the cowering daisies.
"It means peaceful and tranquil. I think she found it in a magazine actually," I laughed. "My sister was Misty so I guess that's a cloud theme," I spoke.
"You're family have such beautiful names. They're all so earthy, you know?" he spoke, looking over to me again.
"What's your favourite name?" I asked him.
"Yours," he replied instantly.
I let out a laugh, "no really?" I asked.
"Yeah. Yours. It's different, it has a lovely meaning and and even lovelier person to wear it." He responded.
"You can tell you're a songwriter," I teased, whacking his arm.
"what's that suppose to mean?" he asked, pushing himself up so he was now looking over me, watching me and waiting for me to speak.
"You have a way with words, like you could make a lyric from anything." I smiled, and he shrugged along. He began ripping the grass from under him and then sprinkling them over my white top with a lace rim. I watched as the created a pattern on my top, the grass, daisies and dirt. I picked up one of the daisies delicately and stared at intently, it's white diamond like petals, that were hinting pink on the tips, and the yellow bobbles in the middle, a perfect bed for a little bug. "Like this daisy, I bet you could write a song about that." I said, planting this daisy in the palm of his hand. He picked it up and smiled, shaking his head at me.
"I can't, it took us three days to come up with half of a song," he chuckled, but the daisy still remained between his fingertips.
"Okay, I'll join in. This blade of grass, I'll write a verse about-"
"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 this daisy between his fingers.
"I'm like a daisy?" I questioned, my voice hoarse and shaky and picking up on the wrong part of his statement.
"I'm here to help you flourish," he laughed, falling down next to me. "a daisy?" He remarked, pretending to copy my voice. "I bet you couldn't compare me to a blade of grass," he challenged me, raising his eyebrows as he handed me this long blade of grass.
I examined it intently, thinking about the curves and it's ridges, the way the sun glistened off of it.
"You're both," I started but couldn't finished my sentence. "You're both tall," I laughed, throwing it back to the ground.
"Tall?" He laughed, "that's smaller than my finger," he spoke, holding his pinky up for reference, and it was true.
We sat for a moment in silence, I covered his hands with more shards of grass, whilst he watched intently with a smile on his face.
"You know I haven't stopped thinking about what Lara did to you," he spoke, looking at me with his blue orbs of eyes.
"Why? It's fine, it's happened." I shrugged, wanting to move away from Lara, but it was proving a problem with Reece.
"I hate that she's down there in that stupid shack, serving people and making people believe that she's sweet, she's not!" He grumbled.
"I hate that she barged in on us," I muttered under my breath, and Reece looked at me. He was confused, staring at the side of my face as if I had some sort of bug crawling across my cheek. I looked over quickly, but his expression hadn't changed.
"And that's the only reason you hate her?" he asked, I looked over at him and shot him a look. "Good, because there's so much more than her barging in on us," he spoke again, pulling out blades of grass and covering his hand furthermore with grass.
"Promise me you'll show me the newspaper article?" I asked him.
"I will." he said with relief. "But don't you trust me?" he asked, and I found myself becoming agitated by his question, should I not be?
YOU ARE READING
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...
