***This Story is for Fictional Purpose Only-Information Regarding Characters In This Fiction Is NOT Accurate***
Prologue
4 boys and 1 girl, that is how it's remained since the conception of The Vamps, thanks to my younger brother James for being involved as their Guitarist.
The reason I got so involved with the boys is because they spent every evening visiting each others houses either to gossip about 'Guy Things' or practice some of their songs, which in my case meant i saw them at least twice a week...Every week.
I bonded really quickly with Brad, Connor and Tristan, the other 3 band members and we all were best of friends in no time at all, eventually it became a very rare occurrence that anyone of us would be seen alone from our little group as it felt incomplete if just one of us was unavailable.
Being my younger brother, people thought that James would be jealous of me being besties with his band mates, but we both shared a close sibling bond as I wasn't your average girly girl.
James and I only have a year and one half between us in age and I made a decision as I grew up to swap my Barbie dolls for action men like he had and asked my mum for some hot wheels cars like he owned just so I could drive them around on his play mat with a little town printed on it.
I always excepted the fact that I was a girl and he was a boy and in my teenager years I thought I would make the most of it too fit in with the girls at school, but I soon realised that I couldn't stand the backstabbing and bitching that accompanied being friendly with a bunch of girls and the hours they spent in the mirror with their lip glosses and mascara making themselves up to look pretty just wasn't ME!. I always believed the best way to be pretty is to show off your natural beauty.
After enduring that, make up turned out to be my enemy and hair product didn't exist in my world as everyday my hair was scraped back into my signature ponytail, some days I had my baseball cap perched on my head either side ways or back ways, my boyfriend style jeans where my favourite item of clothing paired with a fitted T-shirt which had some random image or designers name on the front of it and I only owned 2 pairs of shoes, my winter pair of DC trainers and for the summer my black and white converse.
I was pretty much an outcast at school due to my image, it was mostly the girls that were the worst, laughing behind my back and calling me spiteful names, the guys by far were the nicer of the two sexes, they would offer to hang out with me but they would never date me as I assumed they were embarrassed by my choice to become a Tomboy.
Back then I didn't think life itself was going to treat me fair, but the future turned out to be brighter than I had ever imagined...