When We Were Young - George Daniel

CHAPTER ONE (bikes)

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Welcome to my new story!

I've spent a little while now obsessing over this one and frankly, I'm still obsessed with it. I'd began to notice a lack of George stories on both here and Tumblr so I decided to write my own. I have huge plans for this one and have quite a lot of chapters backed up so it's not going to be a five chapter story and zero updates, don't you worry!

It would mean the world to me if you commented and/or voted on this for me to let me know you are enjoying it because that makes the process more meaningful.

I'll stop rambling now, but enjoy.

Alexandra x

May, 2003

I squinted my eyes, my hand above them attempting to block out the sun. I was looking down the street for my friends, I'd been waiting about ten minutes now. It wasn't cold, but it certainly wasn't warm. About 21 degrees, Spring. Where were they? God, they took forever to do anything.

"Evie?" It was mum. "Where are they? Want me to call Denise?" She was standing on the porch of our house, not really yelling, her voice was just quite loud in general.

"S'okay!" I called back, still looking in the direction I was expecting them. "They'll be here in a minute." I knew mum would stand out until they arrived, she was worrying a bit now I could tell. She always worried about me, about my friends, I didn't know why really.

"What time did they say they'd be here?" She called again.

Huffing, I turned around looking at her. Mum was thirty-nine, forty next week actually. She was a kind woman and a really great mum to me and Lauren. I was thankful for her, even if I didn't always show it. She was pretty too, you know, for a mum.

Her medium length chestnut hair blew in the wind as she watched me. "Twelve," I looked at the silver watch on my wrist. "It's only quarter past."

I turned back and watched as some leaves on the ground blew with the wind-damn wind, I shouldn't have worn my lipgloss today. I pulled my blonde strands off my lips, great, now they were sticky and gross and I'd just washed my hair this morning.

"Evie!?"

"What mum!?" I groaned, turning around my response sounding ruder than I had intended.

"Evie, I'll call Denise to see if they've left. I don't want you waiting out here if they haven't even left yet honey."

"Fine," I mumbled under my breath. Hitching my backpack up higher on the one shoulder it was hanging, I followed mum back into the house. 

I sat on one of the stools at the bench while mum dialled the numbers she knew off by heart. She looked at me, the phone against her ear, waiting. I poked my tongue out, she laughed.

"Oh Den, hey, it's Mel." I fumbled with my fingers while I waited. I really needed to paint my nails again the blue I had on them was looking yuck. "I'm fine love, look ju-"

A knock sounded at the door. I jumped up as quick as ever and ran, opening it.

It was my best friend.

"Hey Matty!" His face was wide with a huge smile that I mirrored back. He had the same backpack on his back that I did except his was black, mine being pink. We got it together last Summer when we went school shopping with our mums.

"Hey Evie, you ready?" I looked over his shoulder and could see the others on my driveway.

I nodded. "Uh-huh. I was waitin' out the front for ages but mum made me come in, now she's on the phone to your mum." Matty laughed.