Odd One Out

"Good things come to those who wait."
How much longer do I have to wait?

Iris is different. She wants more. She wants to be free.
She wants love.
But no one understands her. Her only escape is through music.
She's the Odd One Out.
And then, she meets Blake...


15. I'm Blake

Dear Love,

Do you ever get lonely?

Can love get lonely?

Well? Do you?

Is that even possible?

Everyone gets lonely I guess, so there's no reason why you shouldn't.

But you're Love.

Love should never get lonely.


Iris x


"Ah! Brilliant!" Craig gives me a big bear hug, and he smells like he's just drowned in lynx. "Recorded five songs in two hours, Iris, you're amazing!"

My cheeks are sore from smiling, but I manage to pull one more grin off. "Thanks, and I can't tell you how much this all means to me...I can't thank you enough."

He waves his han dismissively. "Pfft, don't thank me. I'm just getting your future on the right track." His hand pulls a tattered box of cigarrettes from his back pocket, and he takes one out, shoving it between his lips. "Got a lighter?" He asks, turning to Charlotte. She nods, slapping one in his hand, lighting a cigarette for herself. I try not to let my jaw drop in shock. Charlotte smoking?! No. Seconds later I've been swallowed by a cloud of smoke, and I have to really resist the urge to cough. Craig leans against a brick wall. "Go inside if you want, Iris. We're not gonna kill you with our smoke." He winks, lauging. I press my lips into a smile, deciding that's not a bad idea. I head in through the front door, and slump myself on a couch in the reception area. I don't last long there, and go for a wander.

I've been wandering for a while, peeking through doors and windows, into what appears to be mostly music rooms and offices. A distant sound of music fills the corridoors and I turn back the way I came, following the sound to it's source.

It's the recording room I was just in. The door's just open wide enough for me to peer through, but I struggle to see through the glass into the actual recording bit.

"Excuse me," A voice rumbles from behind me. I spin around, my body pressed flat against the door which swings wide open under my weight. A young looking guy with dark gelled hair pushes past me. "Typical," he grumbles.

My face reddens, and as I burst to make my escape I bump into something.

Or someone.

"Woah, watch your step!" The boy laughs. I look up.

I die.

Dark hair. Green eyes. That tan.

It's him.

I literally can't find my voice. I just stare like a right fool at his undoubtedly gorgeous face.

A smile flicks over his lips, and he runs calloused fingers through his dark waves.

"I'm Blake. Here, let me show you round."

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