Flashback (14 years earlier...)

Bex twisted and turned, swayed and leapt around to the loud music playing in her room. She stopped dancing for a bit to check herself in the mirror. Make up done? Check. Killer outfit? Fading denim dungarees with a black t-shirt underneath? Check. Hair? A reddish-orangey colour, but tied up in two bobs. Check. Double check. What was left? Her floral lace up boots but those were downstairs. She was debating whether or not to use more dark eyeliner when her Mom knocked at the door, not that she heard it of course. "BEX, BEX CAN YOU TURN THE MUSIC DOWN?"

Nope, no more eyeliner needed! Bex thought, then turned around and was alarmed to find her mother flailing her arms about. "What?" she couldn't hear a word. Frustrated, Celia put down the laundry basket she was carrying and went to turn off the music. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Must you turn the music up so loud? What about the neighbours?"

"They'll appreciate my great taste in music," Bex replied with a smirk.

"This isn't a concert my dear, it's a house. I wish you had more respect for it."

Bex went into her wardrobe to pull out a bomber jacket.

"By the way, Abby's downstairs waiting for you. Are you heading out?" Celia enquired.

"Yup," Bex replied.

"Where? It's a school night. Can't you just clean your room?"

"I'll do it when I get back. See ya!"

Bex grabbed her backpack and headed downstairs. Her best friend Abby was sitting on the couch eating chips.

"Abby, let's roll!" she cried. Her friend got up and Bex stopped to give her a double take.

"Woah," she breathed. Abby was dressed head-to-toe in black clothes.

"Too much?" Abby asked.

"No, you look amazing. All you need to do now is dye your hair." Bex replied, flicking Abby's long brown hair.

"I can't decide whether I should try ocean blue or turquoise." Abby pointed to the stray strands of that she'd experimented on.

"Ocean blue, you don't want to look like a mermaid." Bex replied.

Then she quickly put on her shoes before they left the house.

Bex and Abby groaned as they crashed into a booth at their local diner. "I can't believe Tom Fletcher cancelled his party!" Abby moaned.

"It's not his fault he got chicken pox and only realised at the last minute," Bex said.

"Shouldn't he have had it already? I was so looking forward to this!"

"They'll be other parties Abbs,"

"Shall we get milkshakes? Bex?"

Abby followed Bex's absent-minded gaze to a table a little up ahead from theirs. A group of guys were sat there. They were in a band called Kind Old Suns. Yeah, the name was a strange but ever since they'd gone to a show of theirs, the drummer – Bowie, had been trying to get Bex's attention. And it looked like it was working, as they were both currently staring at each other.

"He-llo, earth to Rebecca Mack?" Abby waved a hand in her friend's face.

Suddenly Bex snapped out of her daze. Why did he have to be so cute? "Yes, you said something…?" And why was he always wearing his cap back to front?

"Milkshakes?"

"Oh yeah, we should order them…"

But then her eyes shifted towards where Bowie was sat, and got lost in his.

"Seriously? Just go over and talk to him!" Abby pleaded.

"Nope!"

"Why not?"

"The other day, we sort of hung out-" Bex began.

"Yeees…and?" Abby asked.

"He might have mentioned that he wrote me a song and that they're going to play it at their next show."

Abby gasped. "Well, aren't you a lucky girl?"

"Shut up!"

"Bowie, Bowie wherefore art thou Bowie? I need you to play your song for me otherwise I'll die from lovesickness! Release me from this curse!" Abby put on a fake pretentious accent.

Annoyed by her friend's teasing, Bex desperately tried to pinch Abby to make her stop. Though things became awkward as she ended up climbing onto the table forgetting that people in the diner were around. She quickly sat back down as noticed once again that Bowie as well as the rest of his band, were staring at her.

"We need to get out of here," Bex whispered to Abby.

"But what about our milkshakes? They may ease your symptoms…" Abby continued.

"We're leaving. Now."

Bex got up and dragged Abby with her out of the diner, full of snorts and giggles.