Those weirdos (A Bars and Melody Fanfic)

The soccer pitch

Lauren's P.O.V.

Blair brought me, Leondre and Charlie to a soccer pitch, because apparently the boys 'needed a break'. Charlie was being no fun. He was sitting on the sideline on his phone texting Libby. Me and Leondre were taking shots on Blair. He was a terrible goalkeeper!

'YES!' Leondre screamed as he scored yet another goal. Blair kicked the ball out to me, and I tried to be skill and kick the ball up into my hand, but I failed and it ended up on Leondre's head. Woops!

'And the star player is down!' Leondre said in a commentator's voice. 'What will United do without King Dre playing?'

'King Dre?' I laughed.

'My soccer nickname,' Leondre beamed. 'I even came up with it all by myself!'

Leondre then kicked the ball towards Blair, and Blair stopped the ball.

'Hon Blair!' I yelled. 'Best goalie ever!'

Blair just smiled at me, and I excused myself to go over to Charlie. I needed to talk to him about Matty and Libby. Did he like both of them, or did he just like Matty?

Charlie's P.O.V.

I grinned at my phone. I was texting Libby, the girl from the meet and greet, Lauren's friend. Libby had just sent a screenshot of Lauren texting her about how 'fine' we are. Apparently fine means good looking, so this is hilarious!
To Charlie: You better not tell her I'm telling you this. She'll kill me! From: Lib x
To Lib x: Don't worry, love. Your secret is safe with me (; xxx From: Charlie

"Charlie,' Lauren sat down beside me. 'How are you?'

'Grand,' I replied, unsurely.

'Ha!' she grinned. 'Just kidding, I don't care!'

'How nice,' I said sarcastically. 'And what do you want, love?'

'So, you and Libby seemed pretty friendly at the meet and greet,' she smirked.

'So?' I shrugged. 'She's a nice girl.' And she's naturally beautiful, but it's not like I was going to say that.

'Awe!' Lauren cooed. 'I ship Chibby!'

'Chibby?' I aked, stifling a laugh.

'Your ship name!' Lauren grinned. 'Are you going to meet up with Libby anytime soon?'

'I dunno,' I replied. 'Would it be a bit forward, since we've only met and all...'

'I'll ask her!' Lauren said. 'Are ye free tomorrow. Wait, you go ask Blair!'

I nodded and went up to go ask Blair, and all I could think about was beautiful, funny, kind, natural Libby. But then, another thought struck me.
Matty.

My lovely red head in England.

Oh god!