Hi I'm Ellie... and this is how I met brad simpson.
Two years earlier
So I started off living in a Victorian cottage just off the coast of Whitley bay. I live next door to my best friend Elliott. He has been my best friend from day one. We had the bedroom right next to each other and there was only a wall keeping us apart. Over the years we developed a complicated pattern of knocks to message each other. It was great. I loved in bliss and harmony. The only thing is I suffer from panic attacks. They all started when me and my family got into a car crash. It was sad and I lost my dad but hey we got through it.
When my mum took me to the doctors to see about my panic attacks, they told me to write all my feelings and emotions down. So I started a blog. It's called girl online but I only update when I feel I need to. Anyway this blog is my life and I keep my identity a secret. Really I didn't realise my blog was going to go big but it did. I get over a hundred thousand reads which is quite astounding. When I first started my blog I swore to myself and fans that I would always stay truthful to them and myself. The main thing is though, I only really feel safe in my blogging world. No matter where I go I bring some way to connect with the blog: for example I went camping so I took my laptop and phone to stay on top of the blog. Honestly I like to escape into the music world too. My type of music is artic monkeys and nirvana. I just get caught up in their voices. The emotion runs away with you. It's a nice way to escape from it all. Don't you love it whenever your nose gets stuck in a book and you have a book hangover. I get that with music. It's strange to think that most of my friends are into pop: like 'The Vamps' I have never heard of them. Although all my mates, apart from Elliott, have been banging on about about this dude called brad and how he was supposedly high on stage. Well I didn't care. He wasn't my type of music. All I new is he was a singer and that's it. I knocked on the wall (three knocks, then three, then four,then four(code for can you come over)) I heard his door slam and my door got knocked on. Elliott came butting through my bedroom door and lay next to me. He rested his head on my chest listening to the gentle thump of my heart. I stroked his hair and he looked up and smiled. I swear we aren't dating. I love him as a friend, that's all. Also he's gay. But I love him no matter what. To be honest he hasn't come out to his parents yet because they want me and him to be together but that will NEVER be happening.
Oh yeah. So like I have long brown hair and green eyes that turn blue When I'm stressed. But I'm pretty much always happy. I have a persona that is easy to read but the only thing is you can't tell I'm lying so yeah. Confusing isn't it. Anyway, Elliott looked up and said ' do want like something to eat or drink' I replied with the simple 'milkshake?' We got up and walked to the bus to catch it to the Metrocentre (if you don't know it's a shopping centre near Blaydon) I quite enjoy milkshakes. They keep me at ease. When we walked in we were greeted by all of our friends so we sat with them and talked for hours. They discussed how Brad Simpson is the hottest boy alive. I think Kurt Cobain is a sexy beast. We all have opinions. Anyway me and Elliott decided to make out way home and said bye to everyone. We shared music on the way home and listened to Nirvana. I got lost in Kurts voice a little that I almost missed our stop.
Anyway time to get to know my family. My mum works in a bridal style shop. We do dresses and my older brother Laurie does cakes. We have run this business for years. My mum has green eyes and short blonde hair while my brother has ginger hair and brown eyes like my dad. As soon as I walked through the door, my mother comes and hugs me. She always greets me like this. My brother soon comes and gives me a hug. As we sit down to dinner, my mother giggling about something on her phone. It's just nonsense as per usual. We talked about how our college was going and how we wish we were at home all the time. We also talk about our gap years. My brother and I decided to have them at the same time and all go on holiday together as a family minus dad. I had a feeling this gap year was going to be good.
