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Chapter: 23
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Once they arrived at the table, everyone's gaze became set upon one person in particular. "Oh, this is Lewis," George smiled as he looked over at the boy beside him.

By now, clay had made his way towards his usual table, leaving the others alone. Everyone greeted the boy before him and the brunette became seated next to eachother.

"So Lewis, what do you like doing?" Sapnap questioned as he leant forwards to balance his elbows on the table.

"w-well I uh I like singing and guitar?" Lewis stammered, edging closer towards George for comfort.

"Cool," The boys smiled.

For the remainder of the time that they spent in the hall, they mainly just informed the new boy about their band and more stuff about themselves and the school.

After around twenty minutes of this, a particular blonde also walked over to them.

"Hello," Clay muttered as he fell onto the bench next to the other boys.

Everyone greeted him, before he questioned, "Are we going to the recording studio?". After those words, he slung an arm around George's shoulders and pulled him closer, which earned him a glare from Harvey.

wow. nothing had changed.

"Yep," Adrian muttered seeing as nowone else had spoke in the tense situation.

No other words were spoke before they began making their way towards the recording studio, with Lewis clinging onto George yet again all the way there.

Although Lewis was being extremely clingy, despite the fact they had met less than two hours ago, the brunette found it rather adorable how he was doing so.

They arrived at the recording studio and Lewis took a seat inbetween Sapnap and Clay on the chairs. They soon began discussing what lyrics they could now add to the song.

The lyrics they had so far were:

"I don't wanna fucking be here anymore,".
"I'm leaving forever, if you miss me whatever, I don't care,".
"I'm tired of your face and the way that you hate everything,".
"You make me want to start smoking,".
"Cigarettes so I die slowly,".
"Anything thats bad for me,".
"Yer killing me,".
"Yer killing me,".
"I don't wanna fuckin hear it anymore,".
"I know you got problems and we've all got problems too,".
"I'm sick of being your shoulders,".
"You know I need shoulders too,".
"You make me want to start rolling,".
"Fat ass blunts 'til I start choking,".

They were planning on making three more verses, in which they had four days to do. Aswell as the amount of lyrics they had to come up with, they also had to finish some chords off.

This also meant that this week, they were going to be spending ALOT of time together, whether out of school or not.

For the next verse, they wanted it to relate to the one above so that it flowed nicely. After a while of discussion, they settled on the next line being, "anything that's bad for me,".

They practiced both songs, which ended up taking up most of the time during lunch. Once they were all finished, they talked for a while longer.

"What lessons does everyone have after lunch?" Harvey inquired as he leant back into his seat.

"English," Everyone answered, including Lewis.

"yep same," The male who had asked the question confirmed.