When The Sun Goes Down.

Chapter 6

It's been a few weeks since the concert and me and Miles have became very close. Every night he came and we chat and had a cuppa.

Amelia has gone back to university so she has to moved away, so she can be closer.

Me and Miles are so close that we have even became best friends and he has moved in. His room is right next door to mine, but mine has a bigger T.V on the wall. So every night miles comes in to my room from his room and we have a Netflix night... Every night.

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Miles and I are sat on the sofa having cuppa and a chat. It is Thursday night and I have just came back from work.

"Is it alright if a few friends come round tonight?" Asks Miles with his puppy dog eyes.

How could I say no to that?

"Yeah of course who are they and how many?" I ask because I didn't want a few to be 20 and I know what Miles is like. Thats something he would probably do.

"Just 4 of them and they are just a little band I know." He says with a grin.

"Okay so what time will they be coming round?" I ask.

"About half 7."

"I better start getting ready then seen as though it's 6!" I say and run of to the bathroom to go in the shower.

The shower pours down and I feel the water bounce of me as I sing to the AM album playing through the built in speakers.

I do the usual- wrap a towel round my body and one on my head.

I'm really craving a take away so I've decided to plod through to the living room in my towel to ask Miles if we could order one to night. I take a step in the living room and oh my god... Miles is sat with the fucking Arctic Monkeys!

I freeze for a minute, my mind unable to generate fast enough before my month blurts out-

"Oh my god...", my mouth wide open

"Ello lovely! You've got a gorgeous voice." Alex says, bringing out a comb from his back pocket and combing his 50's style quiff back.

"Erm t-thanks..." I managed to mumble out. I still can't get over the fact that I'm stood here in my towel talking to Arctic Monkeys!

Wait... Oh my fucking god! I'm in my towel! Shit! My mind begins to whirl with an accuse to go and the only one I can come up with is-

"Miles can I speak to you in the kitchen please?"

"Yeah course babe! I'll be be back in few lads!" Miles says.

I quickly plod in to the kitchen with Miles trailing behind me.

"Why didn't you tell me they were coming early!? And did it ever cross your mind to tell me that The Arctic fucking Monkeys were gonna be sat in our mother fucking living room?!?! I whisper, trying to sound as angry as possible.

"They texted me while you were in the shower and I didn't want to disturb you and it was gonna be a surprise! I'm sorry." He says with a grin appearing on his face.

"It's fine! But you owe me a pizza...Tonight!" I say, I smile gradually appearing on my lips.

"Okay then" he says with a grin.

"But before you go Miles..." I say. I knew there was something I wanted to tell Miles but when I saw them in the living room my mind went blank.

Some how he instantly knew something was up. It must be a talent of his.