The Matthews House

Tom watched as Harry looked over Danny's notebook. He walked over to his bag and pulled pieces of paper out, he passed them to Danny to take a look at them.

Harry grinned at Danny as he reached his hands up and caught the note pad. Beginning to flick through it he scanned a few of the pages and eventually landed on a amazingly written song that instantly caught his attention. Smiling as he read it he looked up at Danny on hearing the squeaking legs of the table. these are good lyrics. he grinned over at him.

Lizzie followed Nikki's voice finding herself standing outside a beautifully decorated bedroom. can i come in? she questioned tapping on the door out of politeness.

Danny walked over to Harry flicking through Tom's and passed some to Harry to look at as well. Danny bekoned Tom over. So which one then? Danny asked unsure as there was the beginning to plenty of good songs.

Nikki looked up at the ceiling and replied, Sure. She still held the bear close to her as she tried to cling onto some of the better childhood memories.

Tom walked over to Harry, pearing over his shoulder, looking at the lyrics he seemed to be looking at for quite a long time. I like these ones too. He began tapping his foot as he sung the lyrics in his head, before striking a cord.

yeh i agree with Tom. He smiled looking over at Tom as he played a chord. these are good. he said waving the note pad with one of his favourite songs in. got any more ideas for chords Tom? he asked glancing over at Tom smiling as he noticed the determination and focus spread across Tom's face.

Lizzie strolled into the room glancing around and absorbing every little detail that she could see. Noting the fact that the room was a pretty purple colour and that a number of dolls lay scattered across the room she assumed it was Nikki's old bedroom. Wandering over to Nikki's bed she sat on the edge of it and smiled at Nikki. I'm guessing this is your bedroom. she said with a smile. its really lovely. she commented her eyes traveling around the room again.

Danny nodded, Ok then. He muttered as he looked at the first lyrics.
One by one
Drinks are gone
Do I have to stay
Hate the sound
Of one more pound
As it rolls away
Why did I need your proof
When I knew the truth


Nikki nodded, My room yes, lovely no. My mum use to think she knew everything about me but I haven't changed it incase she came back and got mad. Nikki muttered still clinging onto the bear but she shifted it down slightly so the bear was led on her stomach.

Tom looked over at Danny. Danny you sing it to me, and I'll chord it all up. He smiled. Harry you just drum to my beat yes. He instructed them, looking at the pair of them.

Yeh sounds good to me. Harry grinned taking his sticks in his hands again and preparing to drum a random beat that contrasted with Tom's chords.

Lizzie returned her focus to Nikki and watched as she appeared saddened about speaking of her mother. Why would you think she'd go mad? ... Lizzie asked pulling her feet up onto Nikki's bed and sitting cross legged across it.

Danny nodded and felt himself singing the lyrics as he backed away from Harry and Tom slightly so they had room to do what they wanted to.

Nikki sighed. My mum wanted me to bbe a typical girly girl and I didn't I started following Danny around playying guitar and stuff. Nikki whispered. You could say she like tradition so if she ever found out I was knocked up now at the age of sixteen she would flip out for definate. Dad always understood and let me do what I wanted to life wise. Nikki sighed staring up at the ceiling unaware of what her dad had done to Danny.

Tom began to take in the lyrics and the chords just flowed with Danny's singing. He felt himself getting lost in the music world.

Harry listened carefully to Danny's vocals and Tom's amazing chords. Bopping his head along to the rhythm he began beating the High Hat and Symbol with his drum sticks.

Listening carefully to Nikki Lizzie grew to realise that in fact Nikki was a bit of a Daddy's girl. Agreeing with Danny's comment about Nikki looking up to her father, she smiled a little. she should understand that you have your own style and stuff .. you never know .. when she comes back. she paused remembering what Danny had informed her about the news of Nikki and Danny's parents. she might allow you to be you ...

Danny grinned and picked up his acoustic and played around with that as he sang. He felt a grin spread across his face as all they needed to do now was find a bassist.

Why would she come back. Nikki stated. After all no ones heard from either of my parents since they vanished. Nikki muttered leaning back. As far as I'm aware they may as well be dead now as they have been gone for so long.

Tom put his guitar down on the floor as Danny finished singing. Well that's one song down. He smiled writing down the chords on the notepad with the lyrics on. I have to say Danny, that was an amazing piece of writing.

Harry watched as Danny began to strum on the acoustic guitar. Tuning his ears into the surrounding sounds he felt his lips curve into a huge grin. 'wow. this sounds good.' he thought continuing to drum on the high hats. Listening carefully to the tune he realised that the song and the band were beginning to come together. Pulling away from the drums he turned and grinned at Tom and then looked over at Danny. the lyrics are amazing, so is your vocals ... and your playing Tom ...we sound really good. he giggled lightly.

Don't think like that Nik. Think positively, a lot of people have returned after years of being missing. They'll find them don't you worry. Lizzie smiled weakly examining Nikki's facial expression and body language.

Danny rolled his eyes as Harry before pointing at Tom. You sing. He grinned as he dragged over a chair to sit on. He ressted the guitar on his knee as he played a tune. Danny began to wonder what had happened to Lizzie and Nikki.

I don't want them now. I have Tom and Danny. You and Harry are around to. And I have my own family now. Nikki hissed at Lizzie as she didn't like her past. She just wanted to move on and forget everything before she was twelve.