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the bell rang, and ava immediately headed off to the music room. once she made it there, she heard a bunch of commotion. she walked in slowly, trying to make sure it was the correct class. to her surprise, she was in the right room. she saw three leather-wearing boys.

one boy with brown hair was fiddling with a drum stick, looking rather bored.

another boy, who had gorgeous eyes and black hair was talking to the last boy.

the last boy had unique, auburn hair. he seemed impatient.

george was nowhere to be found.

"i'll try to remember john. and if i don't, well that's just too bad innchit?" the black-haired boy teased.

"yer daft git!" the auburn-haired boy joked loudly.

the boy with the drumstick looked concerned.

"hey, sorry. the music room is closed." he denied ava.

they all turned to her.

"o-oh! no, i'm a friend of george's." she clarified.

the brown-haired boy, about to interfere with ava was cut off by the black-haired boy.

"oh, well! a friend of george's, is a friend of mine. i'm paul, love. come sit down." the black-haired boy invited her in graciously.

she smiled giddily, sitting down on one of the foldable chairs that were out. the rest of the boys looked confused.

"what's your name, dear?" paul asked.

"ava miller!" she answered enthusiastically.

"that's a beautiful name." he complimented.

she blushed, looking down. he was a lot more nicer than she imagined.

"thank you." she thanked happily.

the auburn-haired boy rolled his eyes.

"quit the act." he remarked.

"i'm john, sorry for paul being a tosser. girls don't usually talk to him." he introduced, snickering at his own remarks afterwards.

paul looked offended.

"that's ringo, he's pretty shy around new people. don't take it personal." john explained, practicing different chords on his guitars.

"i'm not! you just didn't give me a chance to speak." ringo spoke up.

ava giggled at their antics, before george had walked in.

"oh hey! we met your new friend." john greeted.

paul winked at him.

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