I can't help myself, I don't want anyone else {3}



Millie's PoV

My alarm went off at six in the morning. Way to early for a Sunday, but that's the price the whole family paid, Luke should be grateful. I trudged out of bed and took a quick shower. I would need another when I got home, but I didn't have one last night after the party so...

When I was fully dressed, I went downstairs to help my mum pack. Snacks, cans of coke, freshly made salad, bananas and a few other things made the basket, all very tasty, of course. It was like a tradition in my family, every Sunday morning for as long as I can remember the whole family woke early to pack for the day. The women were in the kitchen and of course, the men loaded the bikes into the trailer. It was a chilly day, so I made sure I took a coat incase it become to cold. Well actually, my mother told me to take one, but oh well.

"Are we picking Becky up?" my dad asked when we piled into the car. My parents were in the front seats while I was stuck with Luke in the back, blonde head all excited and smug. You'd think that a nineteen year old wouldn't be so excited every week after god only knows how many years. He'd been racing most of his life and it still excited him.

I looked at my father in the rear view mirror. His brown hair was graying and a bald patch was starting to appear, good old dad. "Yeah, she should be up." Well I hoped she was. After last night, I'd be surprised if she wasn't puking her guts up.

"Then lets role." Dad shifted into drive, and off we went. Another exciting Sunday, YAY! Note the sarcasm there.

We all watched as Becky stumbled down the walk, making her way to the car. I opened the door for her. "How are we this morning?" I asked lightly. She looked at me and groaned, hoisting herself up into the 4-wheel drive that was our family car.

"It's six thirty," she mumbled resting her head on my shoulder as the car moved again. "Wake me when we get there." Now I know what you're thinking, why do you make this poor girl get up so early on a Sunday morning? It wasn't my fault. She wanted to come today, mainly to scope some new guys. I must say, all the guys at the track were pretty good looking, and I knew of one that I would definitely be checking out today.

After an hour of driving, and Becky snoring we reached our destination. Dad found a good spot to park the car and everyone helped to set up the shade, tables and chairs.

"Can we go look now?" Becky begged pulling on my arm like a little girl. She must really want to find some hot guys.

"What are you girls looking for?" mum asked curiously as she settled down into a camping chair with a furnace full of hot coffee, and a book.

"Boys," we both squealed at once.

My mother looked at me, worried. I had only just broken up with one boyfriend, and she probably thought I was looking for another already. "Have fun," she said before taking a sip of coffee, never taking her eyes from mine. Before I could respond with even a word, Becky took hold of my arm and pulled me away from our set up. "Make sure you're back in time for your brother's race," mum yelled before we could exceed earshot range. It was like, an hour away so Becky and I had plenty of time to scope.

We had been walking around for ages and every now and then Becky would point and squeal, 'Oh my gosh, look at that one, he is so hot.' I know, rude right. And it got really annoying after a while. I'd seen all these guys, and none of them was that interesting. Most of them were thick in the head and focused too much on motor mechanics, not that it would faze Becky.

"Holy poo," she whispered coming to a stop right in front of me, causing a collision. "Look at that, double trouble," I didn't have to follow the gaze of her eyes because mine were already there. One very fine looking male, with dark brown shaggy hair, was jumping around and stretching, wearing only the bottom half of a red racing outfit, the bike pants and riding boots. He was not the one who caught my interest however. My eyes were all for the guy pulling a pair of riding pants over a pair of board shorts. That must be uncomfortable to race in.

He turned around as he pulled a singlet over his head. The muscles spreading from his chest to the hem of his pants were so definite and toned that I had to bite my lip to prevent an excited moan from escaping as they moved and tensed with the motion. Shock hit me though, when a face popped through the head hole, revealing Sean. Oh sugar, I'd just been mentally drooling over him.