I had writers block, I just had no idea what to write about. This had been happening for days; I just couldn't find the inspiration to put pen to paper and write. It seemed virtually impossible to work out which words would fit together to make something worth reading.
Suddenly there was a knock at my door. "Don't answer it, I got it!" Georgia-Rose yelled, running through in a black cocktail dress, all made up and heels which she could've broke her ankles in! I couldn't help but be curious who it was that she was meeting.
"Hey." she said, leaning in the door way.
"Hi, ready to go?" the mystery man replied.
"Yeah, let me just get my bag. See you later Diana." she shouted to me
"Bye." I replied confused.
That voice sounded awfully familiar. I was just itching to find out who it was! I know some day my nose would get the worse of me but still I couldn't help but pry into her life. No point me getting too involved is there?
Then there was another knock on my door. I stood up, attempting to move the stand of hair in front of my face, then went to open the door. "Niall, what are you doing here?"