Phil's POV
I hated parties. Like, I majorly and properly loathed them. All the people crowding around, having to socialise with them, and not being able to even browse the Internet once.
But this was Dan's birthday party that Chris had organised. There was no getting out of this, as I knew that Dan also hated parties. Also, this would be my only chance to meet Dan's cousin before she moved in with us. I was scared that I was going to be sharing a house with a girl for roughly six months. Especially since the reason she was staying with us was that she was in a rock band and they were recording their debut album, so I was intimidated.
It was about half an hour into the party when Dan approached me with a scene-haired girl. "Hey...Phil, this is Rileyy." He smiled, and she glanced at him, "Rileyy, this is my mate, Phil."
She grinned, but to me it looked like more of a smirk. "Hi," She said with an outstretched hand that I shook, "How're you?"
"I'm great. You?"
"I'm good."
Dan smiled awkwardly. "So Rileyy is moving in...when is it?"
"Two weeks."
"Two weeks..." I inwardly groaned, "What's the name of your Album?"
"It's probably going to be named after the band, so Taking Flight."
"What style of music is it?"
"Alternative Rock, Glam and Screamo."
Great. Screamo would be playing in the house non-stop. "What d'you play?"
She gave another smirk-like grin. "I'm the lead singer and a guitarist."
Dan seemed to be pretending to listen.
PJ and Chris approached us, and PJ smiled at her. "Hey, the names PJ." He outstretched his hand.
She shook his hand. "Hey. I'm Rileyy."
Chris introduced himself. Rileyy narrowed her eyes a little. "Hey, aren't you the one who likes Dubstep and hates Screamo?"
Chris nodded slowly, "Yeah. Its a pathetic attempt to release anger and it isn't music. Why?"
This obviously gave her a reason to just shrug and walk away, but not before saying, "I'm a freaking screamo singer."
Rileyy POV
Two Weeks Later
"Rileyy, you'll be taking my room, I'm sleeping on Phil's floor on an air bed." Dan said, "Don't worry, the sheets are clean!" He laughed.
"Thanks for letting me stay, Dan." I smiled, "It means a lot."
"Rileyy, it's not a problem." He grinned, "Besides, I miss you. Berkshire is a surprisingly long way from London!"
I hugged him. We had always been close, and I was so proud of what he had achieved on YouTube.
"Did you see Phil's latest video?" I sighed.
"Come on, Rill-Frill, at least try to be his friend! I know you don't really like him..."
I shrugged. "Fine. I'll "Try"'
"Thank you. Don't forget that you will probably get shipped with him at some point!" He joked.
"I won't forget..."