You Need Me

Italian Boy

I wake up to the sound of clinking cups and mugs. My back is sore from sleeping on the sofa and I struggle to sit up. My eyes rest on a tall boy pouring boiling water into two cups of tea. A blanket is over me and I frown because I don't remember putting it on myself last night.

Trent realises that I am awake and comes over to me and sits down next to me holding two cups of steaming tea. "Morning, Nat." He hands me one of the cups and sends me a happy smile.

"Morning," I yawn. "Isn't you head thumping from last night? You were wasted."

"I don't really get bad hangovers nothing too bad that pain killers can't handle." Trent practically brags and takes a sip of his own hot drink.

"You lucky bastard." I huff and turn on the telly to the news.

"So, what actually happened last night, I didn't do anything stupid, did I?" He looks worried for a second.

"Not that I know of." I shrug my shoulders.

"And about going on holiday, is that still on?"

"Definitely, we are gonna have so much fun. I am racing everyday and parties almost every night. And we are staying in a five star hotel, I called them up last night and we now have a two bedroom suite. I also texted Kyle about you coming on the flight with me and him, he said that, that is fine." I double check the message reply from Kyle on my phone.

"Sweet, when do we go?"

"Three days."

"So, Thursday and what time is our flight?"

"Half two in the afternoon." I let out another yawn and rub my eyes with my free hand.

"Are you sure that this is okay? Me going with you? I mean I know that it's supposed to be your big week of racing, I just don't wanna intrude that's all."

"Of course it's fine, Trent, I would have said no if you couldn't. Anyway, do you have any idea why Jordan was the one who suggested that you come with me?" I look at him as I take a mouthful of my tea.

Trent hesitates before answering which makes me think that he knows something. "Nope, no idea." He also averts my eye contact which causes me to become more suspicious but I don't bother pushing him to tell me anything more.

"Anyway, I've got to go down the track today because some people from the racing committee are coming to run checks on my car and then they are gonna bring it to Italy with them when they go back. You can come if you want?"

"Yeah, okay I've got nothing better to do." Trent shrugs his shoulders.

"Do you want me to take you home to get changed first?"

"Please."

"We'll leave in about an hour and a half. I need to have a shower and that before we go, you are welcome to have one after me if yous want?" I finish my drink and put it down on my coffee table.

"If that's alright with you?"

"Of course it is, right I'll be out in like ten." I get up and go and have a quick shower to freshen up. When I get out I wrap a towel tightly round myself and quickly shuffle to my bedroom before Trent sees me.

I plait my wet hear into two Dutch braids and put a thin coat of simple make up on. I slip into a denim skirt and throw on a pastel pink jumper over my head which I tuck loosely into the skirt. I also put my feet into black, Nike airs and spray my favourite perfume on myself.

I exit my room and Trent is still on the sofa watching telly. "Shower's free," I tell him and he gets up. "Towels are in the bathroom cupboard."

"Cheers," Trent thanks. "You look nice by the way." The lad winks and steps into the bathroom.