A Beginners Guide To Falling In Love

07

Songs
1.Chemical~Jack Garrat
2.Touch~Troye Sivan
3.One last time~Jaymes Young
4.And I drive you crazy~Banks
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I listen to James the whole way back, whilst eventually giving into my tears. Just as we reach my road he turns to me and hugs me.

"I'm here for you, don't worry." James says soothingly.

"Thank you." I sniff, I hate myself for being so dramatic.

"I'll tell Brad that I'll drive you to school tomorrow." He tells me and pulls away from the hug still keeping his hands firmly placed on my shoulders. "Don't forget your gym clothes." He reminds me .

"I don't know if I'm still going to go." I say.

"Come on, exercise helps depression and being sad." He replies.

"I'm not depressed." I say annoyed at his comment.

"Well, temporarily depressed, but it will be fun, and we can get dinner after?" He offers.

"After working out?" I ask confused.

"Yeah, at this seafood restaurant, so it's healthy." He enthuses.

"Fine," I agree.

"Try not too worry about this too much, it will blow over." James says and kisses me on my forehead. "I'll see you later."

"Bye." I walk into my house unlocking the door.

My parents must be asleep because no lights are on, so I walk through into the kitchen and flick the light switch. I go over to the kitchen counter and then see the famous note my parents left me. I scrap it already knowing what it says about me having a good time, but it was actually shit. The worse thing is that it was shit because I made it shit.

When I've had enough of attempting to eat a banana I go and try to sleep off all the alcohol I have consumed.

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I wake and my head haunts me with a dull ache. I slowly get ready throwing on my black jeans and a pale blue crop top. Just as I finish messily tying my hair up there's a knock. I grab my converse and walk downstairs and answer the door to James.

"Hey," he says.

"How long do I have?" I ask.

"Well, school doesn't start for another half an hour, but I wanted to get us a Starbucks on the way." He tells me.

"Okay, just let me get my purse and put my shoes on then we can go." I reply.

"I was going to get you a Starbucks." He says.

"No, it's okay." I reply.

"It's not okay." He complains.

"Fine, but I'm getting your Starbucks tomorrow." I say.

"So we're going tomorrow now?" He smirks.

"Yeah." I say ignoring his remark.

"Don't forget your gym clothes." He says.

"Ugh, do we have to." I moan.

"Yes, now go get it." He replies grinning.

I walk back down from my room with my gym bag and I follow James out to his car locking the door behind me. I look over nextdoor and see brads not left yet. All the guilt and sadness I felt yesterday comes back and then slowly fades out as I try to distract myself.

I get in his car shoving my bags in the feet section, he starts the car and some music starts to play, but he stops it instantly and takes the cd out.

"What was that?" I ask him curiously.

"Don't worry." He says hiding his slightly red face.

"Are you embarrassed to share your taste in music with me?" I ask laughing.

"Well, it's not really a taste of music." He says laughing nervously.

"What is it then?" I ask.

"It's sort of my music, I made it." He tells me feeding my curiosity.

"Can I hear it?" I ask.

"Um, okay." He says still sounding nervous.

He puts it in and skips to track three, of course he's not actually started singing on it, it's just the sound of a acoustic guitar.

"I wrote this one a few years back," he tells me. "It's called move my way."

After a few minutes of us listening to the song and James driving down the streets of Birmingham, we stop at the Starbucks and I can't contain my enthusiasm for his song.

"I love it." I blurt out.

"Really? Thanks." He grins.

"Yeah, it's really great." I tell him as we enter the coffee shop.

"Well, I was thinking of starting a band, I don't really know yet." He says.

"I think you should do that," I reply.

"Yeah, I was going to ask Brad because he sings and plays guitar, but I don't think he'll want to." He tells me as we stand in line.

"You won't know unless you ask him." All the emotion comes back for a second, but I push it away again.

"I guess." He says then orders his drink.

We get ours to go and after a quick debate he is still paying, which makes me mad for a second. Then I get over it, because I'm terrible at holding grudges.

"I want your opinion on something." He says.

"What?" I ask.

"Well, you know I was talking about that band thing, I found a drummer and I really want to meet up with him and see if he'd be interested in my band." He tells me.

"You don't need to ask for a opinion, just do it and if they say no, then try again." I reply.

"Okay, well we better get going we have twenty minutes." He says and I follow him back out to the car.

I slowly sip on my iced coffee while James keeps is in the cup holder. I rest my feet up on the dashboard.

"Put your feet down." James growls.

"My shoes are clean." I whine.

"I don't care you look like a dyke when you do that." He laughs grinning.

"Why do you care so much if I look supposedly like a dyke." I question him laughing lightly.

"Because your in my car and I'm driving around town with you in it." He replies.

"Fine." I give in.

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We arrive at school and I follow James to the sixth form block, where it's already crowded.

As we enter the hall I see Brad in the corner of my eye and I choose not to look over in his direction to save myself from the pain. But I give in eventually and end up looking over at Brad and see he's looking straight back at me. For some strange reason I don't look away and neither does he, just holding a perfectly tragic gaze. Until of course Leah-Maisie distracts him.

"Hey," James says prodding my arm.

"Yeah," I look over at him

"What do you think?" He asks completely slipping me up because I haven't been listening to him.

I stare at him blankly trying to think of what he said, but there's nothing.

The bell goes, and I pick my drink up from the side.

"Come on, we've got English." James sighs and I follow him up.