Spitting Image • TFC 3.0 • l.t. au

Chapter Thirty Five

I know the previous chapter was sucky and I was such a downer so I believe you lassies/lads (any boys reading? I don't think so but to be sure) deserve a better chapter.

I'm sorry for being a downer! D:

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I tied my hair as I got out of the tent. Louis' still fast asleep from last night's activities; drinking too much really. I've been waking up before or during the sunrise recently, even at home. That's probably because our call time is always at 7 and I have to get up at 5 to get ready.

But this morning, it appears that I'm not the only one awake.

Behind me, I can hear whispers and soft laughter. The voices are very faint, almost inaudible actually. I turned around and saw Blaine with Casey under a tree.

I'm not surprised that they agreed on a wake up time, they were very smitten with each other last night. What did surprise me was they don't look like they just met. It looks like how Blaine is with Rachel's daughter, Bree, only in a more flirtatious way with Casey.

The moment Blaine looks up, he sees me and scrambles to his feet. He looked really scared but I couldn't help but laugh. Walking over to them, I can tell he's already making up excuses as to what I just saw.

"Blaine, you weren't an early riser at home." I tell him and his cheeks turn bright red. Casey bows her head, refusing to meet my eye. That's understandable, I would do the same.

"Do you need anything, mum?" He asks. I smile softly and shake my head. "Umm, do you want to... Stay?"

He sounds so uncomfortable which doesn't normally happen to Blaine. Usually he's very confident and sure of himself but I'm facing a completely different person now. I find it amusing, actually. Louis would freak out but I'm totally okay with this.

"Thank you but I think it's fair to give you both some privacy. Come back when you're ready." I tell him, turning around. I hear him say 'okay' in a very relieved way.

As I went back in the tent, Louis has just woken up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. I laugh at the mess on his head that's his hair. I kneel beside him and just pat his head. He laughs sleepily with his eyes closed and pecks me on the cheek.

"Slept well?" I ask him. He drops his head on my shoulder and he moves it left to right. His cold hand touches mine and turns it. Lazily, he's drawing patterns on my palm until he got bored and stood up.

"I'm gonna get some air, come with me?" He asks using his puppy dog face. He doesn't even wait for me to say yes. He simply grabs my hands and pulls me to my feet.

We sat at the side of the lake, watching the sun come up from the trees. It's peaceful. Just the sound of the birds and the water being blown by the wind. My favourite is the wind rustling the leaves on the trees. It's just a very tranquil sound and very relaxing.

You don't have this in the city unless you go to parks but when you work in a studio or in an office, all you hear are printers, typing, yelling, heels of your colleagues on the wooden floor, more typing, and what's going on in the Kardashian's life. Or usually news about the Queen getting too old, or even Vlad Corwin releasing a new book.

So this vibe, you don't get it too much.

When he stands up, he distracts my focus. "What are you doing?" I ask him. My eyes widen when he takes his shirt off and jumped right in the water. I scurried out of the way of the splashing water, nearly tripping.

His head pops out of the water, shaking it like a mad dog. He narrows his eyes at me when he sees me farther away from the edge of the lake. "Chicken!" He yells.