Just An Everyday Fangirl... (A Justice Crew Fanfic)

Chapter 3

A/N: now we get into some action! Enjoy!

The next morning I woke up at 8am and decided to take a nice long shower. I grabbed my light denim shorts and orange and pink striped singlet top, as well as underwear and a bra. 

After a perfect 40 minute shower I got dressed, pulled my hair into a messy high ponytail and headed downstairs. I ate buttered toast for breakfast as I checked social media. On Twitter Lukas Bellesini (@lukaswildrok) tweeted that @justicecrewofficial would be doing a twitcam a bit later in the day and to stay informed!! I brought up twitter on my laptop and left it there for me to watch when the boys decided to do the twitcam. I was really excited. Justice Crew hadn't done a twitcam in ages!!

I just watched kid's cartoons until about 11am when I heard a knock at the door. I groaned, heaving myself off the couch, but my body refused to cooperate and I fell back onto the sofa. The knocking persisted. "I'm COMING!! Keep your bloody hair on!!" I shouted and headed to the door.

As always, I checked who it was in the peephole before opening the door for safety reasons.

 My heart stopped. 

Six guys in their twenties stood on my doorstep.

 Six guys I'd seen on my laptop, phone and TV, but never in person. 

Until now. 

Holy shit. 

Justice Crew is standing outside my friggin house!

Another impatient knock interrupted my thoughts. 

I realised that I couldn't just leave them standing outside my house, so I wondered how I should act when I opened the door. 

Fangirl? Nah, they'll never see me as a friend or someone to talk to if I do that. 

Trick them by pretending I don't know them? No, they'll think they have the wrong person and leave before I could explain. 

Act formal but slightly friendly? Hmm… that could work. It won't scare them away, it's original and different… Yeah. Let's do the formal approach. I straightened my top, took a deep breath and opened the door, trying not to squeal in excitement. 

Lenny's POV

It was obvious that John was getting impatient because our fan we were meeting wasn't answering the door. It's not that we didnt want to meet her, we just didnt want to stand out in the burning Aussie sun at 11am. I've gotten enough sunburn with tans gone wrong this summer, thank you very much!

 "I'm COMING!! Keep your bloody hair on!!" I heard someone shout from within. I heard footsteps getting closer, then silence. Lukas broke the awkwardness "Maybe she saw my face through the peephole and freaked out..." he grinned. "Wouldn't blame 'er," Paulie said "First time I saw your face I freaked out too. Thought I was watching a friggin horror movie!" He joked, leaving the rest of us grinning.

 John knocked on the door again and we heard the handle turn and the door swung open. I internally blocked my ears and waited for the screaming that was sure to come. 

"Hello, may I help you, gentlemen?" a girl in a striped flowy singlet and with long light brown hair said. I was surprised that she didn't freak out. Did we have the right house? Solo was looking at me and I could tell he was thinking the same thing. 

"Ah, Mr Smith," she said, shaking Samson's hand "A pleasure to make your acquaintance." She continued, smiling. "I take it you know me?" Samson grinned "No shit, Sherlock." she said flatly and we all stepped back a little. She looked at us strangely. "What?!" she asked. "Nothing, it's just that you were so formal before and now… y'know…" Paulie explained. She laughed with us and replied "well, this doesn't happen to me every day, I suppose. So, not to be rude, but why are you here?"

Solo pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and said "Um… actually we're looking for a… uh… Victoria Young?" She smiled "That's me! It's nice to meet you all." She extended her hand to Solo. "Solo," Solo said. "Tori," she replied. 

She went down the line shaking everyone's hands as they introduced themselves. Though I'm sure she already knew all our names, it was a good idea to be formally introduced. When she got to me I reached my hand out and shook hers. "I'm Len, or Lenny… whichever you prefer," I smiled and looked into her eyes. They were the most perfect eyes I'd ever seen. A gorgeous grey-blue colour with the tiniest hint of hazel around the pupil. I heard John clear his throat and I realised I was still holding onto her hand. I quickly let go and muttered an embarrassed apology as she giggled nervously, before inviting us all inside.