CHAPTER ONE!
"Can I bum one off you guys?"
A cigarette. That's all she wanted, a fucking cigarette.
The two boys standing in front of the hotel looked at each other, exchanging a weary glance.
And what the hell was up with that? Can they not share? Well, fuck them, she thinks.
"Look, I'm not asking for a fucking shag, just for a fucking cigarette!"
The short one smirked mirthlessly, "temper." The other one just took another drag. Was he trying to rub it in? She stared at it between his lips, longing for a taste.
Sighing, she gave in. Fuck these shits. "Whatever," he said as she rolled her eyes. Juvenile? She didn't give a shit.
That's when she decided she was going to become a hermit. She was going to live in the hills and have a lifetime supply of fags (a name for cigarettes she learned on her recent move to London), Guiness, and food. Lots and lots of greasy food.
And, if anyone wanted any she would share with them. Except for these two excuses for boys. Who doesn't share? Preschool, people.
"Fuck!" She whipped her head around to face the person who had put their hand on her shoulder. It was the non-short boy from before with an extra ciggie and an eyebrow raised at her language. She felt herself flush.
Great.
He just held it out more, which she took to her lips desperately. She searched through her pockets for a lighter, but she looked at him gratefully when he flicked his alight. She breathed a "thanks" and took a drag. A long, much needed drag after the day she had.
The two stood together in silence just smoking, shooting each other glances every so often. After a bit, his went out and she leaned forward to relight it. Her hand was on his shoulder, and as she wobbled he set his own hand on her waist. Being in such a proximity they stared into each other's eyes, for a lack of anywhere else to look. His clear blue into her golden brown. Their moment was nice, but both pulled away when needed.
He smiled in thanks, and she returned it. Really returned it. It felt like forever since she last smiled, when in reality it was only that morning. Then her day happened. She couldn't even picture herself smiling. But now, this non-mean and non-short boy had made her smile. It was nice.
She felt like they had a Paris. They'll always remember London, she thinks. She wondered if he could read her thoughts-here she was thinking of a ridiculous story about him, and she didn't even know who he was! At least she new he didn't know; if he did, he'd be gone all ready. She kept up her daydream until she was done with her cigarette. She noticed he was all ready finished, but he waited for her.
She stepped out her butt and looked up at him, smiling. "Well, thanks."
He nodded, but stayed where he was.
She didn't know what else to say. "Erm, sorry about the yelling before," she gestured to their earlier spot with her hands.
He nodded again, but still said nothing, a smirk gracing his lips.
She stared at him confused. "Do you want me to give you money or something?"
"No."
"Okay then," she said as she turned and walked away.
Just moving to London, England to be with her boyfriend, Melanie Waver did not have many friends to call her own. Most were connected to her now ex-boyfriend. He had the apartment and the friends. Life wasn't fair sometimes, she thought as she walked and scrolled through her cell phone contacts.
"America...America...Billy...Billy...America...Billy...Work...Work? Maybe Mae?" She thought aloud.
Maybe Mae, her work friend from her job as a secretary at a law office, would let her crash at her flat? Sure, she just started working there, but she quite liked the girl. They clicked when they met and became close friends, for people who just work together.
It was worth a try, just a ring.
"Hello?" Hearing Mae's scratchy voice, Melanie took a look at her watch-12:30 AM. Oops.
"Aw, man, Mae! I'm sorry its so late!"
"Melanie?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, Mellie! It's fine! What can I do you for?" All sleepiness was gone from her voice.
"Yeah, well, this is sort of awkward, but-"
"Mel, I don't actually mean I'll do you for anything."
"Funny." She took a deep breath. "Look, I'm homeless."
"Come on over mine; I could use a roomie!"
Melanie smiled; that's was why she liked Mae so much-no questions asked she would drop everything to help a friend.
"Oh, Mae, you dear, are a gem."
"Aw, shucks, Mellie."
They continued on, Mae giving directions to her flat and asking what went wrong.
"That's a story for a time and place where I won't be considered rude for calling Billy a string of awful cuss words."
"My flat then."
"Ha, yeah. See you in ten."
"So, in his defense, he said her name was Melanie?" Melanie just nodded glumly. "He cheated on you and he thought he was excused because you and the girl shared surnames?"
She groaned, "yes!" Mae tried to stifle her giggle, really, she did. "Oh come on! What?"
"Nothing, its just that, erm, he's an idiot."
Melanie glared, knowing Mae was right. God, how could she have dated this guy for two years? He was probably cheating on her since he moved to England a year ago. And his excuse?
"Fuck that," she exclaimed. "Yeah, he's a fucking idiot. I can't stand that he's had my life for this long."
"Aw, babe, we've all done it," Mae tried to empathize.
"And he's left me alone and homeless just after two weeks of moving to a new country."
"Well, good thing you make such good mates so quickly," Mae smirked.
"Yeah, good thing. You know, I'll start looking for a new place to be out of your hairs," Melanie told her.
"Hairs? I think its just hair singular. Be out of my hair."
"Really? Be out of your hairs, be out of your hair." Melanie laughed. "You're right! Silly. Well, I'll start looking to be out of your hair. Singular."
"Mellie, don't even fret. You know my flatmate just moved out, I could use the extra hand for the rent. So, the place is yours as long as you need it."
Melanie rushed forward and hugged her friend.
"You're the gearest, fabest, most grooviest person in the world!"
Mae laughed and returned the hug. As they pulled away, Mae spoke, "so is all the British slang you know learned from Beatles' movies?"
Melanie blushed, "oh, just show me where I sleep. I'm knackered."
Mae laughed, "that's better!"
Melanie woke up refreshed and revitalized. She had a new flat and a new outlook on life. She didn't need stupid Billy Jones. She didn't even need him to stay in England. And stay in England she would. She had a steady income and a flat; why waste it?
Besides, everything back home was sold or rented out. It was cool, though, because she liked London.
Wearing too small shorts and a tank top she borrowed from Mae, she made her way to the kitchen. Thinking she would worry about her clothes later, she saw Mae at the bar.
"Good morning, Mae. It's a nice Saturday, isn't it?"
"Chipper mood we're in, eh?"
"Its a brand new day!"
"I feel like you are going to burst out in song any minute," Mae joked.
"Oh, you laugh..."
The pair sat in a comfortable silence as they ate and read various papers.
"So, the stocks are down," Melanie stated.
Mae glanced up from her paper," you're into the stock market?"
"Nope, nothing else to read," Mae threw The Sun at her carelessly. "Cheers."
She picked up the paper to see a picture of a couple with the headline stating "Harry McFly-Hot and Heavy with New Flame."
"A gossip mag? And you come off so cultured!" Melanie laughed.
"Shush, nothing wrong with a little celebrity dirt." Mae looked at the paper," especially McFly dirt! I love McFly!"
Melanie just laughed and shook her head. Looking at it once again she recognized the Harry male. "Familiar, hmm...Harry McFly? Who's that?"
"He's the drummer." Mae received a blank stare. "You know, from McFly? The semi-uber popular pop band? Tom, Danny, Dougie, and Harry? Five Colours in her Hair? Anything?"
Melanie shrugged, "nope-wait! I know! I nicked a cig from him last night!" She would have looked at the picture more closely, but Mae grabbed the rag from her, though, and stared at it.
"Mellie! It's you!" You're on the cover of The Sun!"
"Well, that's just silly, I can't be!" She took the paper back and put it up to her face. "Yikes! That is me. We only stood together when we smoked, but boy, that sure looks like we know each other, you know, intimately." Melanie seemed quite calm about being on the front page of a famous gossip mag with a mostly famous rock star with it claiming they were an item.
"-a hot and heavy one, it says. Wow, are you hot and heavy with Harry Judd?"
Mel shrugged, "it was pretty hot; we were smokin'!"
Mae rolled her eyes," boo!"
"What? I thought it was quite clever and witty."
"It wasn't. Sorry."
"Whatever you say," Melanie shrugged.
"Okay, the joke doesn't matter, what matters is that you are dating Harry Judd and are on the cover of The Sun."
"Right, well, hmm. Dilemma." Melanie sat and thought it over. "So, I'm not dating him, does this still matter?" She pointed at the picture.
"Yes!"
"There's nothing I can do about it, though."
"Go to their offices! Maybe you'll meet them!" Mae let out a tiny squeal.
"You forget, Little Miss Teeny Bopper, that I've already met one," Mel smirked. "Actually, two."
"Two? Who else?" Mae could have been drooling.
"How am I to know? He was short, brown hair, erm, looked like a really big twelve year old?"
"Dougie? You've met Dougie as well?" Mae perked up.
"Apparently so," she smirked. "He our favorite?" She teased.
Mae only flushed and shrugged.
Melanie laughed and went back to her food and the paper. "This must have been when I was relighting his cigarette. That was the only time we were remotely close enough to get it to look like this."
"You look like you sure lit his fire," Mae spoke.
"Oh, and you say mine was bad?"
"Harry, how come you didn't tell us about her, mate?" Danny Jones asked his band mate.
"I don't even know who the fuck she is, mate," he stressed. Danny held up is hands in response. Harry shook his head," Fletch's been on me all morning-'We've got to find her!' 'Bad publicity for the new album!' You know. He wants me to find a random American bird I shared a fag with for five minutes!"
Danny shot him a sympathetic as he patted his shoulder. "At least she's got a nice bum; you could be stuck with some unfit bird claiming to have your babies."
Harry smirked," she was fit."
He remember her eyes the most. There was actual gold inside them. He had never seen eyes with actual gold in them. The moment they shared (which apparently so has all of England) was very pleasant for Harry. And what's more, she didn't know who he was. He was sure he was going to get a shag; that was what normally happened, anyway. Maybe, she wouldn't be as big of a problem as Fletch was predicting.
"You have to go to the papers and straighten things out. That's the fifth person in the past ten minutes!"
It was true, five people had gone up to her and asked about Harry, upon her entering the shops.
"Wouldn't that make it worse? If no one sees us together again, they'll forget about it, right? The papers will just make is worser than it already is."
"Their offices are probably going to try and make Harry look good which, you know, means you look bad."
"No one knows who I am, anyroad. It won't matter."
"But-" Mae was interrupted by Melanie's cell phone playing a Beatles song.
"Hello?...oh, hello Mr. Martin...yes, that was, but-...Really, it's not-...all right...I don't-...I can't-...I'll try?...Okay, goodbye Mr. Martin." Melanie slammed her phone shut and expelled an aggravated breath.
"That fucking bastard. I need to fucking set this straight."
"And what did he want?"
"He wants me to get McFly to sing their jingle. Can you believe him? And he wheedled me into it; God, the nerve- even after I tried to tell him that I don't know Harry Judd or McFly!"
"But weren't you kissing him on the cover of The Sun?"
Melanie stared at the young girl in front of her. She couldn't believe it! She looked at Mae, nodded, and walked out. Time to set the record straight.
Woo! First chapter! Don't own anything you recognize, as everyone can guess. "Review!" I demand as I smile winningly.