the 1975? the 1975.

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I straightened out the last kink in my long brown hair as I heard the doorbell ring, I stood up from my makeup table and checked how I looked in my full length mirror on the other side of the room. I decided on wearing my black topshop jeans, cream cropped blouse and grey knitted cardigan with grey frilly socks to match. I carefully walked down the stairs not wanting to trip and make a fool of myself in the first two seconds of meeting these people, just as I was about to enter the kitchen my dad appeared before me asking me to get Emily to come down before disappearing leaving me with no choice. I groaned and made my way back upstairs knocking on Em's door hearing the blasting music muted and a rude "what" being directed at me. I let out a breath and walked in, "the new neighbours are here you need to come down" and walked out before getting abuse shouted at me.

This time managing to enter the kitchen I end up standing infront of a middle aged man laughing with a quite short woman at something my dad was saying and from the corner of my eye I see a boy leaning on the wall checking me out. Great, he's a creep. The laughter dies down and all eyes are fixed to me and I feel like this is my time to introduce myself. "Hello, I'm Grace but you can call me g" I nervously stuttered. The woman smiled at me and introduced herself and her husband to me, then the boy added to the conversation making me face him in shock that he spoke. "Hi, I'm ..." before being interrupted by Emily walking in and asking when dinner is. My mum scowls at her then we all take a seat as she dishes up the meal. Everyone goes quiet as we start eating mums favourited spaghetti bolognese.

After eating I collect everyone's finished plates and place them on the side about to start washing up when my mum stops me and suggests I take the non-named boy up to my room and get to know him. Wow, thanks mum. I head upstairs with the boy trailing behind me an awkward look plastered on his face making me giggle. We sit down on my bed and I pluck up the nerves to speak to him, "so you never actually told me your name?" he looked up at me and smiled "George, George Smith". We spent around ten minutes talking about each other's lives and I ended up telling him about Lucy, the girl who used to live next door. My ringtone started going of and I mentally face palmed as girls by the 1975 echoed through my room, I smiled shyly at him before retrieving my phone from my pocket and declining the call when I realise it's only Macy. "The 1975?" George asked smirked at me, "the 1975" I stated feeling my cheeks tinge red slightly. "Are you a fan?" He asked shyly, " I guess you could say that" I replied standing up and picking up a box of my shelf across from my bed, I took it back and opened it. This was my "fan box" as Macy would call it, it contained every photograph, ticket, signature or anything I had as a memory of the band. George looked at everything in detail and awe, "do you like them too?" I asked, "I love them! They're my favourite band, after my own of course" he said smugly. His cockiness bugged me until I realised what he had said and my eyes lit up "you're in a band?!"

By the time George and his family left I had found out that he is in a band with his two best friends Blake and Reece, that he is signed to the vamps record label and is going on tour with them soon. I wasn't the biggest fan of the vamps but everyone knew who they were, like that's a big deal! I remembered that Macy called me and I rang her and told her about everything that happened tonight.

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