Nice Girl

Chapter 4

The next day when Belle grabbed her lunch she was met by a frowning Leo at the table, with the twins and Jenny still in the mammoth queue she gave him a soft smile “What’s up?”

He scrunched up his nose, looking incredibly handsome as he did, Belle tried to push this thoughts out of her mind but it was hard everything he did was handsome. “Just didn’t realise how much work I’ve got, I’m 2 months behind on everything,”

“Oh,” Belle looked down at her sandwich for a moment “I’ll help you,” she offered “I’ve already done this week’s article for the paper, and my choir director isn’t back yet so I won’t have any songs to learn,”

Leo blinked “You’d do that?”

“Of course I would, I can never turn down a friend in need,” she thought about what homework she had for tonight and realised with a smile she had none, other than her Art work that she could always do while helping him “Tonight?”

Leo thought “Yeah, that sounds good, thanks Izzy,”

She grinned, Leo was the only person to ever call her Izzy… she kind of liked it. Her other friends collapsed “How long does that bloody queue take?” Joey began eating like someone was going to take away his food. Leo and Belle grinned to each other before carrying on eating.

With Alfie downstairs playing Belle scattered her art work around her room so she could order it properly, she checked the time it was nearly 5 but Leo wouldn’t be here until half passed. She tried to think of how her drawings flowed together but it wasn’t going too well, in the end she just piled up all her drawings on her floor and picked up her guitar.

Daydreamer, sitting on the seat

Soaking up the sun he is a real lover,

Making up the past

And feeling up his girl like he’s never felt her figure before

A jaw dropper

Looks good when he when he walks,

He is the subject of their talk

He would be hard to chase,

But good to catch

And he could change the world with his hands behind his back,

Oh

As she sang she danced slightly with her guitar knowing if anyone saw or heard her they’d laugh at her silliness.

You can find him sitting on your doorstep

Waiting for the surprise

It will feel like he's been there for hours

And you can tell that he'll be there for life

Daydreamer, with eyes that make you melt

He lends his coat for shelter because he's there for you

When he shouldn't be

But he stays all the same, waits for you, then sees you through

There's no way I could describe him

All I say is, just what I'm hoping for

Belle slipped out of her room and headed down the stairs still playing her guitar as she did smiling softly

But I will find him sitting on my doorstep

Waiting for the surprise

It will feel like he's been there for hours