3 weeks

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A/N - Shoutout to @bibbysqueen for commenting a lot on the last chapter :)

Monday

"How many weeks is it?" James asks.

"3!" I say excitedly.

"Till what?" Sophie asks lifting her head out of her book.

"Till Twenty One Pilots of course." I say.

"Oh yes. How could I not know." Sophie says returning to her book.

"You don't know how much this means for me to be able to see my favourite band live." I say in a high pitched voice.

James gives me a glare.

"Apart from The Vamps of course." I laugh.

"Haha. I know. I'm the best big brother ever." James laughs.

Wednesday

My phone rings. I look to see who it is and it's Blake.

"I haven't seen you in ages." Blake says.

"I know. You're in Bournemouth this weekend right? We could meet up?" I say.

"Ahh, you see I'm with the boys for the next couple of weeks." Blake says slowly.

"They can come too." I say.

"Are you sure?" Blake asks.

"I'm sure." I say.

"Saturday ok for you?" Blake asks.

"Yeah, that's my day off work." I say.

"Are you ok?" Blake asks.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?" I ask.

"You don't need to act strong. Not for me." Blake says.

"I'm not acting." I say.

"Mhm. Uhh I've got to go. I'll text you the details about Saturday." Blake says.

Was that a girls voice?

I laugh before Blake ends the call.

Good for Blake.

Friday

Reece is in the front and George, Blake and me are in the back of the uber.

"Did you have a girl over then?" I ask Blake.

"Shh. Say it a bit louder." Blake whispers.

"So you did have a girl over then." I laugh.

"Yeah, it was Chloe. From the party." Blake smirks.

Rather she was fucking with Blake than Reece.

"So which film do you lot wanna go and see?" George asks breaking up mine and Blake's conversation.

"I don't mind." I say.

"We could watch sing, split or La La land? That's pretty much the only decent things on currently." Blake says.

"Split, I wanna see split." George pleas.

"Amelia?" Blake asks.

"Yeah sure, anything to please George." I laugh.

Reece sits staring out of the window.

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