Nothing More (Union J/George Shelley Fan Fiction)

1. Wonderful Days

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"WHAT A WONDERFUL DAY!" I screamed out my window, causing some birds to flee. I smiled then shut the window and skipped down my stairs.

But because I'm such a floor magnet I tripped and fell to the floor. "Hello floor! How are you doing today?" I said.

In case you were wondering, I'm actually 18. I just have the mentality of a 10 year old. What can I say, I'm weird and I like to have fun.

I poured my self some milk, and jumped on the sofa, catching a re-run of a Glee episode. It was the episode where Kurt and Blaine get into a small fight! Here comes the waterfall.

I literally started to bawl. "NO! THEY DESERVE TO BE TOGETHER! WHY OH WHY! I DON'T CARE THAT DARREN CRISS IS NOT TRULY GAY THEY ARE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER!" I screamed hugging my TV.

Ya I have these hyper spur moments, don't worry it should be over soon and I'll be back to normal.

Time for work!

I quickly got dressed and ran a brush through my hair making it look decent. To be honest, I didn't give two shits about how I looked. I never I mean EVER, wore makeup. I also, never really cared about my clothes just as long as I wasn't naked.

I was currently wearing some grey sweatpants, with the words 'Don't Touch' across the butt, with a fitted black and orange tee.

I put a cookie in my mouth as I said goodbye to my plants and hurriedly put on my converse.

I love my job honestly, it's just so much fun. See I'm a photographer and it's the best job ever.

Since I was little I loved to take pictures of everything, it was my hobby. Then it stopped being my hobby and became my passion.

I remember when I was very little I wanted to be a singer and I was actually very good at it but after my high school graduation I realized it wasn't a very practical job and there was a one in a million chance at going pro.

I'm actually not from London. I was born and raised in Canada. My family moved to England a year ago. They moved to Bath, but I wanted to be independent and move away.

So I saved up my money, packed my bags and got on a plane to London.

I got to my job and took off my jacket and hung it up. See the thing is I wasn't a photographer I was a photographers assistant. But hopefully I'd get moved up if I do well.

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Another wonderful day back from work.

Just as I leaped to the couch, someone knocked on the front door. I groaned and got up to answer the door.

As I opened it I was greeted by a boy with brown lopsided hair, and these adorable dimples.

"Oh you're a girl." he said, with a confused look.

"What gave it away, the boobs?" I asked. Most girls probably wouldn't say that to a guy but whatever I'm special.

"It's just that I found this letter on the street and this was the address but the name was Jack Reid." he said, handing the letter over to me.

"They always do that! See that's the guy who used to live her and the bill company people forgot to change it. My name is actually Marcie Bennett." I said.

"That sounds more female-like." he said smiling.

"Thanks for finding this." I said.

"No problem." he said. He gave a little wave and went on his way.