Wait What?!?! You're a Winston???

Meeting the gang

Ok so I wrote this chapter like 3 times before I actually published it because it kept deleting what I had written. It really annoys me when that happens so I hope you enjoy this because it took a long time to write.

CHAPETER 2

Francesca's POV

I grabbed my bag and ran into my closet putting all my clothes away where I wanted them to go. I then grabben my black ripped jeans, a red and black checked flannel and my red converse before tying my hair into a messy back bun and putting some makeup on.

I then ran down the stairs where Dally was stood with his arms folded humming a tune waiting fro me. I knew the tune all too well as it was the song I sang to him all the time when we were younger. It was a song I hoped he would be singing when he left home and moved here but instead it turned out he was in the cooler. I started to sing along in a soft voice...

Home - Westlife

Just pretend it's a girl singing

"Another summer day,
Has come and gone away,
In Paris and Rome,
But I want to go home,
Mmmmmm
Maybe surrounded by,
A million people I,
Still feel all alone,
I just want to go home,
Oh I miss you, you know,
And I've been keeping all the letters,
That I wrote to you,
Each one a line or two,
I'm fine, baby, how are you,
Well I would send them but,
I know that it's just not enough,
The words were cold and flat,
And you deserve more than that.
Another aeroplane,
Another sunny place,
I'm lucky, I know,
But I want to go home,
I've got to go home,
Let me go home
I'm just too far,
From where you are,
I've got to come home,
Let me go home,
I've had my run,
Baby, I'm done,
I want to come home
And I feel just like I'm living,
Someone else's life,
It's like I just stepped outside,
When everything was going right,
And I know just why you could not come along with me,
'Cause this was not your dream,
But you always believed in me,
Another winter day
Has come and gone away,
In either Paris or Rome,
And I want to go home,
I miss you, you know,
Let me go home,
I've had my run,
Baby, I'm done,
I want to go home,
Let me go home,
It'll all be alright,
I'll be home tonight,
I'm coming back home. "

As my soft voice came to a stop, I saw Dallas looking towards me. "I didn't know you could still sing little Winston." I loved that nickname he always gave me, it made me feel proud to be his sister. "Trust me it's been a while since I last sang" I reassured him.

I ruffled his hair then ran out the door knowing he would chase me for touching his hair, he hated it and always has done. I ran for about 5 minutes down the street but I stopped to let Dally catch up to me. I was a lot faster than him because just before I dropped outta school I was on the track team for about 3 months.

You see most people are scared of Dallas just for who he is but I see him as a massive, soft, caring teddy bear. People think he's too dangerous just 'coz he's in 'n' out the cooler all the time and they're scared of him which I find hilarious.

He finally caught up to me and stopped for a second in thoughts, I then turned around to face him which then caused him to point his index finger at me saying "You tell anyone about me being a huge softie to you and I'll get ya, you hear me?" I just nodded and tuned back around giggling because I knew he wouldn't do anything to me. but I guess he just wanted to keep his 'bad boy reputation' to make people scared. We walked for another 10 minutes before we reached the 'Curtis house'.