Beautiful Trouble

Chapter Two

I received nothing but a smile and a wink when we returned. I guessed they'd all be busy, and I was right. One by one, 'the boys' began to appear, five of them to be precise. They were dressed, but barely. Cycling shorts seemed to be the main feature, not that I minded. I'd never had these sorts of hormones before. Today was full of firsts. There were two blond guys, Markie was one of them, we'd been personally acquainted. Next to him was another blond man, and by his side were three dark haired men. They were all pretty fresh faced, and a couple of them were very good looking. I couldn't believe that I was standing, just staring at them, not taking any notice of what was going on around me. I was the first one in the hall, and now, behind me, it was starting to fill to the brim, full of teenage girls, all screaming out in adoration for the five boys that half of us had skipped our lessons to admire.

The first song was now over. I didn't think much to it, if I'm honest. It wasn't at all memorable, and it wasn't something that I'd ever play. The singer, though, the lead man, his voice... It felt like hot butter on my skin. Every note he sang made me tingle in places I never knew could. Mark would often skip across the stage and give me a knowing look and a wink, and after a few songs, I found one that I liked. "We are not just friends because I love you, wherever you roam, my eyes roam too. Told you once before that it's the real truth. Tonight there's a chance for me and you." The lead vocalist sang the opening verse, and every single girl in the hall melted into a puddle, as if he was meaning the words for them. Everyone including me.

And that's all I remember.

"Amy?" I heard distant voices calling to me... and I opened my eyes. I noticed the room immediately. It was Miss Dixon's first aid room. Oh no. I fainted. Not because it was too hot, but because of that bloody lead singer and his velvet voice. "Amy? Can you hear me?" Miss Dixon was ever more persistent. "Yes, I can hear you..." I replied, groggily, "I'm sorry, Miss!" Miss Dixon gave me a comforting smile. "It's fine, I know all about having a teenage crush... It has that effect!" She began pressing on my limbs to check for pain. "Ouch!" I winced when she applied pressure on my left arm. "Well, I thought as much!" She said knowingly. "Here, let me strap it up for you!" Oh great. Now I've fainted AND hurt myself... what more could go wrong today? I thought to myself. And then there was a knock at the door. "Excuse me, can we come in?" said another voice. Now, this time I vaguely recognised the voice. But... hell. No. It couldn't be. Could it?

Miss Dixon smiled and winked at me, "Come in!" The door opened, and three of the five boys were standing before me, "I never got your name before..." Mark began, "But we had to come and see you were all right!" "Yeah" agreed the lead singer, "You just seemed to go out like a light!" He was cute close up! I blushed and stumbled over my reply "My name is Amy... you really didn't have... thank you... I mean ... err..." I could feel myself burning up, and he came over to the bed where I was now sitting, perching himself next to me. "You didn't hurt yourself too?" He picked up my hand and examined it. I could feel an unfamiliar yearning in the pit of my stomach as he softly stroked my hand, "'Scuse me, do you have a pen in here? I think the least Amy should have is a signed dressing?" Miss Dixon handed him a pen, and ever so gently, he signed my bandage and then pulled me close to his (still bare) chest. "Don't go pulling any stunts like that again!" He grinned. God, his smile was beautiful.

Mark came over to sit at the other side of me, and handed me an envelope. "We're playing at Lexington Avenue really soon, and 'cause you didn't get to see the whole gig, we'd love you to come along?" I took the envelope with my functioning hand, and smiled nervously, "I'll be there! Thank you Mark, and, err..." I looked down at my dressing for a clue as to the other man's name, but the only letter I was sure of was a G. He laughed, guessing at what I was doing, "Gary! And this grumpy sod is Howard... but he's shy!" He gestured toward the door, and sure enough, he was still there. Howard smiled at me but didn't say a great deal apart from "Nice to meet you" as they were leaving. Mark and Gary gave me a peck on the cheek each, and told me that they'd see me on Friday. Oh my God. Friday is only two days away. Panic!