Bro code

Packing up and moving in

Logan's p.o.v

"Bloody pull over then!" I yell! Reece swerves the car into a car park, "It ain't my fault you can't read a sat nav!" He yells, "It ain't my fault you can't drive" I yell back. Re-typing in the location, "pull out of here and drive down until you reach the Tesco's" I sigh, he turns on the engine and pulls out the car park, pushing my finger on the radio button, when Reece slapped my hand away, "ouch what the fuck" I yell, "you have crap taste in music" he rolls his eyes.

After we finally arrived at the university dorm rooms, it now became the challenging task of lugging all our stuff into our dorm. I turn to Reece, "ready" I question, instead of replying his jaw simply drops open, "Reece, I know I'm beautiful but don't, your making me blush" I laugh, still he continues to stare out the tinted window. Following his gaze my mouth flops open. My eyes glued to her.

"I was scared of pretty girls and starting conversations" the radio blurts out. Blond Curley hair sat neatly on her shoulders, red rimmed glasses framed her hazel eyes, freckles neatly dotted on her face, a white turtleneck and brown skirt framed her small figure, boots where shadowed by and inch of white fluffy knee high socks. Clutching a book close to her chest and a small leather bag on her shoulder.

Like a modern day Alice in wonderland. "Um code read Logan" Reece whispered, still unable to tear my eyes away. No, code red. No. Of all the places. "Of all the fucking places!" I sigh throwing my arms in the air. "I can't exactly stop it can I" he huffs, "just um, cross your legs" I grunt. "Yeah ok, you cross your legs with a pogo stick between them" he burried his head in his hands.

"Aww Reece, yours isn't that big, more like a cocktail stick" I throw my head back laughing, mouth agape. "Haha so funny, what am I gonna do" he sighs, taking my hoodie off, "put this over your arm and just cover it" I Throw it at him, he nods, "get the boxes out the boot I will get the bags" I demand. He holds his hand to his forehead, "yes ma'am" he smirks, grabbing the hoodie sleeve.

"You wouldn't dare" his eyes widen, giving a small tug, "oh, but I would" I smirk. "Okay, okay I'm sorry" he grunts, I smile and open the car boot, pulling the four rucksacks towards us as he grabs the two boxes, "we really don't have a lot of shit do we" I ask, "you did remember to bring the microwave, right" I add, he goes quiet, and sucks on his bottom lip.

"Oh for the love of god Reece! I'm not driving all the way back from Somerset to get our microwave so insta noodles it is!" I raise my voice, people begin to turn and stare, "don't worry everyone, this prick forgot our microwave nothing terrible apart from me and him eating pot noodles for the next five years" I yell, people burst out Into laughter.

"Way to make an expression" he huffs. "What can I say" I smile, he shakes his head as we walk up the large cobbled steps.