Lola-Leigh (Tracy Beaker Returns Liam o'Donovan love story)

Chapter 3

Slowly opening my eyes, I start to adjust to the beams of sunshine which burst through the blind opposite me. Ide been having the best dream of my life, and felt slightly saddened that I hadn't stayed asleep long enough to find out what happened to the brown haired boy who had saved me from drowning in a hotel pool. He was a sexy fuck.

I roll over and check the time. 8:27. How the hell had I managed to sleep on that long in a care home? A care home full of little kids? I must of been tired.

Swimging my legs over the side of the bed, I begin to feel out for the yellow duckie slippers ide laid out the day before. I couldn't quite remember if ide forgotten to set them out, as half my clothes were away in the wardrobe but the other was piled up in the corner, as ide gotten really bored of unpacking. I found them, and slid on my dressing gown from behind the door.

The corridor felt cold as I begun my quest to find the toilet. The whole place was unusually silent, but I soon came accross Harry who was sat on the step before the bathroom with Jeff laid next to him.

'Morning Harry! Where are the others?'

'SHHHHH!' He spits, standing up to exaggerate his point with Jeff silencing my lip, 'everyone's still asleep.'

I can't believe it. In the six weeks, the little ones are Burney Wood are up at 6am screaming, arguing and of course throwing socks at each other. There's no way you would get a lie in, hungover or not. I decide to leave Harry to it, promising him a game of hide and seek in a bit if Saphire still wasn't awake. Once in the bathroom, i assume there's no lock because of the younger kids, but it looks like it's been snapped off. I turn the shower nob on to hot, and await the steaming to begin. But it doesn't.

Water slowly trickles down my arm, but that all too familiar mass of water which should massage my aching muscles doesn't appear. I try to change the settings, but nothing works. So I smack the shower head against my hands as hard as I can. I scream.

'AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'

The water gushes out at my face, the pipe falling from its holder and the head laying on the floor spraying directly at me and the ceiling. Liam bursts in at the scene.

'Oh my god!' He exclaims, in a fit of laughter. He's still in his boxers, but continues to come over and turn the water off as I attempt to cover up behind the shower curtain.

'What sort of stupid shower pressure washes the ceiling!' I remark, wiping my face with the shower cap.

'One with a dumb blonde trying to turn it on, clearly.' He tries to keep his cool, but the smirk is plastered all over his face as he just stands there laughing, with no consideration for the fact I'm butt-naked in the shower right now.

'Do you mind!?' I shout, but he just laughs even more. Just then, Gina Andriyanchik the rest of the Elm Tree Gang appear at the door. The kids erupt in hysterics, Tracy ushering them out. Even Gina finds it amusing.

'Ill get you some fresh towels babes,' She giggles, 'LIAM GET OUT!' She smacks him away, a grin still plastered on both of their faces. I sigh, and debate weather a shower is even worth it.

Two hours later, and I've finally decided which jeans match the pink fish net top I've decided on. I was hesitant to go downstairs after my embarrassing shower fiasco, but I figured what the hell as I was starving anyway. At least ide figured out how to turn it on now, ide just learnt the hard way.

Bopping down the stairs, I hear the others rustling round in the kitchen from down the corridor. The smell of bacon fills my nostrils, as I take a deep breathe and appear into the drama.

'Oh good morning, miss hosepipe!' Mike begins the comedics, setting the room into giggles once again.

'Oh very funny. At least I smell nice.' I reply, taking a seat next to Carmen.