Note: Disclaimer and so on. Sorry for the length of time it has taken for me to finally update this story. a lot has been happening in my life but I hope this makes up for it! Remember read and review x

Before Zeke and I had the chance to prepare our plans for the evening, Christina had decided it was time to interrupt our conversation. Slipping in the small space left between us, she wrapped her long arms around our torso and squeezed us tightly. "So is there a reason why my best friends like keeping secrets from me, or is it just another activity?" I rolled my eyes and detached myself from her quickly. "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed." She huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she glared in my direction.

"I would have told you eventually Christina!" I sighed, ignoring the fact my name was being called by the PE teacher. When he called it for the third time, I broke my eye contact with Christina and smiled apologetically at him as I made my way towards the bit of the track he was standing on. "Sorry sir."

Christina was called next, as per usual, and quickly joined my side. Track was where we excelled the most, always finding a way to be better and run faster each week. If we weren't so dedicated to sport, our teacher would have kicked us out of his lesson at the beginning of the year. However, despite the fact we barely listened to him, he still appreciated our talents. Especially when we were pitted against other teams within or outside of our school. We always ended up being successful. The only time Christina or I didn't win was when we were out against each other, instead it always ended up with a draw, it was peculiar but we always claimed it was further proof we were meant to be best friends.

After track had finished, Christina and I left Zeke and Will to make our way to the changing room. If our date still stood, that meant I had to be home with enough time left for me to get ready and leave the house without being left with the responsibility of baby sitting my little brother. Caleb was a delight most of the time, but when I was propositioned with a date with my boyfriend or an evening spent babysitting a hyper little boy, the former was always preferred. Fortunately, Christina was on my wave length and began rushing with me. "So, Zeke is taking you out and your mom wouldn't want to force your brother upon you if I was at your house." She teased coyly.

"What are you suggesting Christina?" I questioned, pulling my jeans over my feet as I waited for her to finish her sentence.

She shrugged before she pulled her jumper over her head and then laughed. "I don't mind babysitting Caleb if your mother asks you to." I jumped up and hugged her quickly, trying to prevent any delays on my behalf. "So I will walk home with you just in case and then if your mom isn't there, I will walk to your date with you too."

"Have I ever told you that you're my best friend?" I smiled, collecting my belongings with ease. Christina nodded her head but placed her hand behind her ear because she wanted to hear more. "Well you are and always will be I swear to God, I don't think I could ever love anyone as much as I love you!"

She giggled along with me and put her bag over her shoulder. "I mean I gathered you loved me but I didn't know it was that deep." I rolled my eyes and we left the changing rooms together, with no signs of Lauren. "I still want to see that tattoo properly! I mean I can't believe you didn't tell me about that! First you've got a thing going on with your best friend and then next thing I know you're actually with him and if that wasn't enough for the two of you, you practically went and got married but instead of matching rings you got matching tattoos instead!"

Even though she was exaggerating for dramatic purposes, there was some truth behind her words. The idea of the tattoos was completely intimate and permanent, even more so than wedding rings could be. However, there was no day in the near or distant future that Zeke would propose to me. The tattoos were more like a promise ring, or symbolic of one anyway. As he said when we asked for them, he wanted it to remind him I was always there and vice versa. Zeke would always be in my heart, even if things between us didn't work out. He would always be my first crush and my best friend and nothing would change that. Fortunately I managed to fall in love with my best friend and he felt the same way back.

The train journey to my house was short and sweet, Christina and I discussed what had happened between me and Zeke and when that conversation was drained of any entertainment or joy, we moved onto the topic of what to wear for our date. When Will finally plucked up the courage to ask Christina out on their first date, the two of us has spent hours debating what she should wear and the accessories to go with it. The final product was beautiful and the same sense of accomplishment had arrived when I finished getting changed for the meal Zeke had text me about. Kindly he had informed me of our location for the evening, so I could dress according to how classy the place was. I recognised the name of the restaurant and immediately Christina and I knew what would be acceptable for the date.

I mean who could go wrong with a little black dress?

Luckily for Christina and I, my mother hadn't returned home with Caleb during our short stay in the house, therefore I left a note informing them of my plans and headed off with Christina, dressed to impress. With a sweet message of 'don't do something I wouldn't do' she left me not far from the restaurant with both the destination and Zeke in sight. He looked up and smiled in amazement, making me feel like a million dollars as I strutted my way towards him.

Sweetly he he placed his hand on my lower back and kissed my cheek in greeting. "You look phenomenal." He complimented, looking my body up and down. I blushed under his intense gaze, but it made me feel so good about myself I didn't want him to stop. The way he admired me made me feel confident and it was a side of me only he brought out.

"You look even better babe." I whispered, pressing a kiss to the side of his face before he lead me inside, watching as I walked the short distance to the door.

It was safe to say, when Zeke scrubbed up, he scrubbed up well.