A/N/// So this is just gonna be with the boys, them spending time together, talking about stuff as like a filler/build up for all you lovely people reading this shitty thing :)
Leondre's POV**
I lie on my back half off the bed, looking at the back of Charlie's head as he plays on the xbox.
"You're breathing down my neck." He mutters, and I roll over so I'm not. "If you do that to Emily, god knows why she likes you."
"She's my friend, and she's your fri-"
"Not what I mean bro." He laughs, turning to me, pausing the game.
"Oh. What do you mean then?" I almost fall off the bed as he says, "I mean in a 'let's date' kind of way."
"Excuse me?!" I yell, earning yells to shut up from people over the house.
"Bro, it's not that big of a deal." He laughs, and this time I do fall off the bed, covers and all.
"Not a- Not a big deal?!" I whisper-yell. "Charlie, someone actually likes me for me, not my name or because I'm famous, but because they know me."
Charlie laughs, pulls me up and pushes me towards the door. "Go get her then!"
"Why, what are we doing?" I ask, and Charlie falls face first onto the bed.
"Go. And ask. Her out." He says all muffled.
I pause. "Um... how?"
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The boys next door || completed
FanfictionBook One -------------- Emily James is fifteen years old, depressed and the invisible girl everywhere she goes. When she comes home from the mental hospital after six months, things are supposed to go smoothly. And they do... for about thirty secon...
