Our relationship. It wasn't sonnet inspiring, the story of it won't make thousands want to listen. But it was complicated and it was special to us. It was certainly more than I bargained for from just seeing a boy with a football helmet across the room.


7. Seven

It's Wednesday, a week and a half since my first day of school here, when I start to get home sick. It's that Wednesday when things already feel like a routine to me, like I'm used to a lot of things already and I start to feel down. I still like it here a lot and I'm feeling less out of place every day, like I'm truly becoming a part of the boys' friendship group, but at the same time I'm missing home so much. I miss the cold of England, I miss my friends, I miss the humour. I just miss my home.

On top of all that, some girls are still so blunt and cold with me and I don't get it. I see why they're annoyed I just don't think they should be. It's one of those down moods where you notice every little thing that could possibly make it worse and I even feel down that Harry isn't as interested in me as I am in him. All the boys have welcomed me and made me feel like a part of the group and Harry does that too but at the same time, he doesn't talk to me as much as some others and when he does it just feels kind of patronising. Then I feel even worse because I feel like I'm being a brat. Why should he treat me any differently, I can't force him to like me. I don't know, it's just one of those moods and it's that Wednesday that it all catches up to me.

It's before English class and we're all stood/sat around like usual talking and I'm lost in my thoughts when suddenly Dan grabs my shoulders to make me jump. I squeal and they all laugh at me. Usually I'd laugh too but I'm not really in the mood so I just shrug him off. He's kind of becoming like the annoying brother I never had. 

"Oooh somebody's a bit stressy." he says in a teasing tone and all of the boys start doing their own version of that, mocking me. They're just joking and usually I couldn't care less because they're a group of boys, that's just how they are but today I'm not in the mood at all so I go and sit where I sat on the first day. 

Mr Jackson looks up and sighs at them. "Boys."

"What?" Dan complains. "We didn't do anything."

"You're being annoying." he raises his eyebrows. "And now you've upset the only girl who will ever talk to any of you."

I laugh to myself at that one and I think none of them are looking but they all go quiet and when I look up at them they're all grinning at me. I burst out laughing and Dan cheers. 

"She smiles!" he exclaims. 

Looking at all of them just sat over there brings me out of my mood for a moment. It's completely random that I'm suddenly friends with these boys and how fast it's happened because I'm suddenly just part of the group. It started out them just being nice to me but they obviously see something in me that they like having around and that makes me feel happy. I have no idea how this all happened, but I'm so happy it did. 

Dan is who I am closest to out of all of the whole group but even then it has only been a week and a half so I find it weird when he calls me that night. I half consider rejecting because I find phone conversations so uncomfortable but when I ignore it once he keeps trying so I have to answer in the end. 

"Hi, sorry, I left my phone downstairs." I lie. 

"No problem." he says, sounding as happy and carefree as ever. "So what's up?" 

"Not a lot." I say, opening my laptop up to play some music in the background. "You?" 

"Nothing much. I just called to make sure you're okay." 

I pause, confused. "I'm fine. Why?"

"Earlier." he says and I honestly thought he'd forgotten about that a minute after it happened. 

"Oh. That was nothing, I was just in an irritable mood I guess." I laugh so maybe he'll let it go. 

"Are you sure that was it?" he asks. "Because if you want to talk I'm right here. After all you're the only girl who will ever talk to me apparently."

I laugh at that and then sigh. "I'm just homesick I guess. I'm sad about being homesick so everything else just sort of piles up on top of that and I just feel kind of stressed."

"Everything else?" he questions. 

"Well I don't know." I say, avoiding telling him about the whole Harry thing which even now I'm starting to realise was a bit stupid. "Just girls giving me dirty looks in the corridor, missing home, feeling like this whole move and making friends and starting school has happened so fast. It's just a bit overwhelming."

"I can imagine that." he says. "And look, if you ever need space just tell us to get away from you and we will or if you ever want to hang out, you've got eleven of us to choose from."

I giggle and then wonder if it's time to ask something I've been kind of curious about. "Why have you taken me in by the way?"

"You were the new kid." he says, a smile in his voice. "But we liked you more than we liked any other new kid. Like the day you sat with us at lunch, we had practice later on and Tom was just kind of like 'so shall we just keep her?' and we were all on board. It's like we're the lost boys and you're Wendy."

I laugh. "Well I'm glad to hear that. I like having you guys as friends."

"We're glad." he says. "So are you feeling better?"

"Much." I say and I am actually. "Thank you."

"No problem. I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

I fall asleep soon after that because I feel like when I wake up in the morning, it'll just be a brand new mood and I can carry on enjoying being here because somehow, I've been so lucky in what I've found.

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