Give me a reason

Tell me.

I wake up with a Reece by my side. I look over at the clock 8:14 a.m. "Reece!" I shake him. "No. Go away." He groans "You have to go home!" I shout "It's Christmas!" I say and he shoots like a missile out of my bed. "Mi mums gonna kill me." He says, putting his shirt back on, rushing out of the room. Just then I get a call from Charlie

"Merry Christmas!" His happy little voice rings

"Merry Christmas Charlie." I smile,

"Mum says to come over." He says

"Oh no, Christmas morning is a family thing." I object, not about to ruin the family Christmas

"You are family!" His mom corrects. Stupid speaker phone...

"Um.. Are you sure?" I ask, sitting up

"Of course love!" She sings, I laugh a little "Okay, thank you." I say

"Don't thank us!" He dad responds

"Well thank you." I chuckle "I'm coming. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas!!" And I hear the line go dead.

Reece walks back in the room, brushing his hair. "I called mi mum, she said to make myself look decent and then come back." He flops down on the bed, "She is so angry." We try to hold it in... Seconds later we burst out into fits of laughter "This is so not funny!" I laugh "Just a little bit.?" He says inching closer to my face "Just a little bit." I say softly with a smile, he slowly comes closer "Just a little bit." He smiles and I nod, he connects our lips. "Merry Christmas to me." He says as I pull away. I smile and peck his nose.

"I know, you still have some of my clothes here." He says, "No I don't." .... He looks at me, and gives me a smirk. "Okay fine." I crack and he smiles, I walk over to the dresser that has all of my stuff in it. I slide the bottom one open, I sit down Indian style. I take the New York Jets blanket out, under it revealing a whole drawer full of Reece's belongings.

"Good thing you don't have any of my stuff." He mocks. "Shut up and pick out something." I roll my eyes. He sits down behind me, sliding his arms my waist. "You." He insists "You dress me better than I dress myself." He says and I laugh. I pick out his clothes and he asks me to do his hair as well " I have to get myself ready. And you do your hair fine!" I states, starting to pick out my outfit, "I get to pick yours out!" He shouts excitedly rushing to my closet "Nooooooooooooooo!" I say, "You picked out mine!" He whines "Just go do your hair or something and I'll pick it out." He says, turning my around and pushing me into the bathroom. I take a quick shower, I get out brush my teeth wash my face of course lololol, I use my wand and curl my whole head, which doesn't take that long, I do a full face of makeup, foundation, concealer, bronzer, highlight, blush, the whole nine yards, I do a winged eyeliner with a brown smokey eye. I put on some fake lashes and then my mascara. I walk out in just a sports bra and leggings,

"What'd you pick?" I say happily, anxiously waiting, "I picked uh-" he turns around to face me. He looks me up and down, looking super uncomfortable, he swallows, licks his lips, clears his throat and then continues "This dress thing, with a necklace and uh uh uh a thing that ummm

.. Goes in your ear and uh yeah." He says nervously. I let out a laugh and take the beautiful, white lace dress with long sleeves from off the bed, I walk back into the bathroom.

After I get changed into that, I walk back out and Reece isn't in here, okay then.. I put on the necklace and earrings he has laying out on the bed, since my nails are already painted red from when Charlie came over 2 days ago and painted my nails, I grab a pair of red heels to match and I apply some red lipstick. I spray myself with some vanilla smelling body spray.