Blake always talked about a band. But she never said a name. Every word she says has to due with that band.I am not into boy bands but I always say I am to make her happy. She mentioned that they lived in Cali and they live in a huge house. I live around a bunch of big houses so hopefully it doesn’t freak her out.
Pulling into the driveway: Blake”y/n you never told me that you lived in a huge house? OH MY GOSH, THATS THE WHY DON’T WE HOUSE.” Me” The Who is what house?” Blake” the why don’t we house, the band I am obsessed with” Me”oh, yeah that’s what they are called.” Blake runs into my house and gets ready go bed. It’s around 10:30 and I go upstairs to take my makeup off .
Blake never stopped talking about them why don’t we boys. I finally told her to calm down. It’s about 1 am, I couldn’t sleep. So I walked to my window seat and grabbed my laptop and blanket. I decided to look up the boys. ‘They make some really good music’ I think to myself as I blast their music on my tv. Not thinking about having Blake around. I hear her walk through my door and scream. “YOU LIKE WHY DONT WE?!?”
Me being very embarrassed, turn off the music and just run up and tackle Blake with a hug saying thank you. “You’re actually hurting me y/n” I get off of her and motion her to sit with me at the window. Believe it or not we stayed up will 6 am talking about why don’t we. She told me a lot about them but this one boy just really stood out.