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alex rolled over in his bed, looking at the alarm clock beside him. groaning, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. he got out of bed and did his usual morning routine before jumping onto his couch and turning on the tv.
“mate, you’re always sitting about looking sad. why don’t you bring george over or something?”
alex looked up at the doorway to find his roommate, pierre, leaning against it. cocking an eyebrow at his roommate, the frenchman made his way into the living room.
“what’s that supposed to mean?” alex’s gaze followed pierre across the room.
“like seriously, you always look so sad whenever you’re not with your friends. bring one of them over.” pierre left for the kitchen, leaving alex alone again.
the brit picked up his phone and did just that. he frantically text george, his best friend responding within seconds. minutes later, the familiar sound of knocking came. alex briskly walked to his door and swung it open.
george made his way into the house as if it was his own, alex following behind him into the living room. alex loved having george over. he made himself comfortable in alex’s home, with alex finding his own kind of comfort in his best friend.
“morning, pierre.” the tall brit said, making himself comfortable on the leather couch in the living room. the unfortunate squeaking of the couch was a sound that made alex regret buying the couch.
“ah, i was wondering when you’d get here. quicker than yesterday, eh?” pierre giggled from the next room, making his way back through the living room.
“eh, i wasn’t doing much today anyways. i took the car instead of the bike, too. something different, i suppose.” george picked at the skin around his nails as his ears followed the sound of pierre leaving the room.
“alright, well i’ll leave you two alone now. enjoy yourselves.” and with that, pierre went upstairs into his own room.
“so, are we gonna talk about the band now or is that still...?” george looked up from his fingers and watched alex as he turned the tv off, sitting back down beside his best friend.
“well, if you want.”
“i mean i’m here for it. just we can’t do it alone.”
“i’m right here, georgie.”
“no, alex-“
george facepalmed as alex started giggling, the younger of the two’s face growing red.
“i know, i know. it’s just i’d kill to make this band a reality. but you play the drums and i play the bass. like, we’re not getting anywhere with that.” alex turned to face george, the younger copying.
“actually, that’s where you’re wrong, my friend,” george leaned in, gesturing for alex to do the same. “i just found someone who can be of value to us.”
“holy shit, no way!” alex leaned back, his mouth hanging open in shock.
“yes way, and you won’t believe who it is.”
*****
“what the fuck, lando ???”
“yes the fuck lando. seriously. he’s mad on the guitar.” george pulled out his phone while alex made confused noises beside him.
“but... lando ?? like no offence to him at all, it’s just....like, have you seen him? i don’t expect him to be amazing at singing or anything.” alex couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“trust me, mate. he’s actually astounding on the guitar. here.”
george moved closer to alex as he showed the older boy his phone screen. on it was lando with an acoustic guitar doing a cover of a nirvana song. alex quickly agreed with george on how talented lando was, urging george to give their younger friend a call.
“what are we asking him? ‘can you do us a sick guitar cover please xoxo love george and alex’?” george looked at alex like he had three heads.
“fuck off. just ask him to join the band or something. i dunno, you’re the one who’s actually friends with him.” alex shrugged, sitting back on the couch. george sighed as he tapped on lando’s contact. he put the phone on speaker and waiting for the call to be picked up.
*ring*....
*ring*........
*ring*-
“yellow?”
alex recognised lando’s voice. while they never properly hung out together, they were mutual friends through george. alex always knew lando had an affinity for music, but he didn’t know the younger boy was that interested in it.
“hey lando, it’s me, george.”
“aye, georgie! what’s up big man?”
“alright, never call me that again,”
alex snickered, a glare being sent his way from the blue-eyed brit beside him.
“and anyways, i want to ask you something.”
“noted, and shoot.”
“so i’m with alex at the moment-“
“wait, who’s alex again?”
george sighed.
“you know him, alexander albon that used to be in the school choir. remember he used to do football in the local fc with daniel and nicky?”
“ohh, that alex! yeah, what’s up?”
“so, we’ve been trying to make a band for a while, yeah?”
“okay?”
“and i showed alex that cover you sent me the other day.”
“mhm?”
“so we were wondering if-“
“yeah?”
“stop interrupting me man.”
“sorry.”
george rolled his eyes at alex, who held back a laugh.
“we were wondering if you wanted to join our band as our guitarist.”
“....you guys are in a band?!”