Sincerely, Leah

11

So, the day goes by in a blur. No one really cares that I'm now out to the whole school. I suppose its because there's so many bisexual and lesbian girls in Junior Year, its hard to find a straight one. I'm not special.

A few dickhead boys came over asking for a three way, but Abby and Lucy would give them dirty looks and they wouldn't be long going away.

The thing is, even though Lucy's adorable, because she's Irish, a lot of people would find her frightening because of how they can get pissed off. I think that's just racist. Lucy, however, finds it hilarious. So funny, Luce.

Despite April giving me the clue, I still really don't think its Abby. I have a few female friends. Then again, if any of them besides Abby and Lucy were April, I'd jump off the school roof.

The emails from April have been a bit less frequent, but I still hear from her once a day. I thanked her for the hoodie, shirt and CD but I still don't know who she is. She still says she's not ready. But not knowing who she truly is is beginning to kill me.

• • • • • •

School resumes like normal right up until Christmas break. I'm watching the guys rehearse their play every evening now. I'm honestly happy that I'm not in the band anymore. Lucy told me that the drummer in her band dropped out, so if I'm interested, I can audition in the New Year. I can't name anything better than being in a band with Lucy Murphy.

There's a dance on at New Years, so we're all going to go as friends. Simon, Bram, Nick, Abby, Lucy and Garrett from the lunch table. Simons sister Nora might come as well. She was also in the band. She was the reason I joined.

Life's going surprisingly good. But there's one problem. I still don't know who April is, and its killing me still. I've been waiting for her to come over to me or leave a note in my locker saying that she's ready. I'm just dying to know who I've been emailing since the end of August.

After watching the final rehearsal of Oliver! of the term, I stay seated in the auditorium for a few minutes. By the time Abby's done getting out of her costumer, Lucy's done her band practice. They look at each other and they come over to each side of me.

"Hey, guys.", I say.

"Hey.", I hear Lucy say in her south Irish accent.

She looks over at Abby. Then, Abby speaks.

"How would you like it if we took you out? Just us three?"

I look up at them and smile.

"Let's go."

• • • • • •

After a half hour of driving, I begin to wonder where we're going. Lucy's eyes are intently on the road and the signs, and only the sound of The 1975 is being heard.

"Uh, Luce, where are we going?", I ask from the backseat.

Lucy and Abby look at each other and smile.

"You'll see.", Lucy says, smirking. She turns her focus back on the road.

• • • • • •

After another hour, we finally stop outside this theatre place. I have no fucking clue what's going on.

"Guys, where are we?"

Lucy and Abby smile at each other again.

"Leah, take a look at the poster on the door.", Abby says.

I look at the poster. My jaw almost drops to the floor.

The 1975 - Show, Album Signing and Meet and Greet - One Night Only
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The 1975 are Matthew Healy, George Daniel, Ross McDonald and Adam Hann.

"Guys, I love you both so much."

They laugh, and Abby hands me a ticket.

"We decided we had to treat you. You deserve a break after all that happened this term. No Morgan, no dickhead boys, no drama, just us three and Matty Healy.", Lucy says.

That was so Irish.

I crack a smile.

"Thanks so much, guys."

"You're welcome, Lee.", Abby says.

We get out of the car and head inside. I have the best friends in the world.