AN- Hi everyone, this is a story that is partially already written, I will upload all of it and it depends on the response I get as to whether it is continued or not.

I also do not own any of The McFly boys (unfortunately :P) or any of the lyrics (except those in chapter 4)

October 2007

It was typical weather for the time of year. The sun could occasionally be seen poking out from behind the clouds, but for now the weather consisted of cool winds and cloudy skies, some days it rained, some days it didn't, but for the next few months, the United Kingdom would be covered by a sheet of cloud, thunderous rain fall, icy winds and the possibility of snow, which could bring on a case of the winter blues. But in one house, on a perfectly ordinary street, one girl in particular had no chance of catching the blues.

Carrie Fletcher rolled on to her left side, to see her best friend, Rosanna Heart, sleeping on a mattress on top of her cream carpet. Her blonde hair was spread over her pillow and her eyes were firmly shut, so Carrie rolled over again, to face her calendar. Her birthday, October twenty second, was circled in a thick red marker pen, she smiled, it was finally her fifteenth birthday, one year closer to being sixteen...unlike Rosie who was sixteen in just over a weeks time and in the year above her at school. She sat up and ran her brush through her blonde curls; it was hard to make it look neat at this time of the morning. She looked at her best friend again, urging her to wake up, so they could go downstairs and have breakfast. She could smell it coming through the floorboards, the scent usually woke her up. She tapped her forehead with her foot; Rosie swatted it away and mumbled something at her in an irritated tone

"What was that?" Carrie nudged her "I didn't hear you"

Rosie hid under her blankets "I said, if you don't watch it, I won't protect you from your brother later"

Carrie bit her lip, her older brother, Tom, gave the worst birthday beatings… Maybe she should behave herself, otherwise she'd end up black and blue for the next week.

"Alright, but hurry up, I can already smell breakfast" She jumped off of her bed and walked out of the room.

Rosie strained her ears, Carrie was walking down the stairs, she was safe. Her phone lit up as she pulled it out from under her blankets with a sleepy smile on her face, a message from her crush. They took it in turns to start the conversation each morning. As far as she knew, he didn't know about her crush on him, not that it would matter, he had a girlfriend and it would just make things awkward. It could even affect her friendship with Carrie... Though Rosie doubted she would care, if she thought about it honestly enough she knew that Carrie would probably laugh. She read the text message again and again, it only said 'Morning xx' but it meant the world to her. He had only recently started to put two kisses on the end, usually it was only one and that would have been because she had known him for as long as she had known Carrie, but she didn't care. It was the closest she would ever get to a kiss from him… Swinging her legs out of bed, she went downstairs, still smiling at the simple text, Carrie saw this as she entered the kitchen, "What are you smiling at?"

Rosie's cheeks reddened, "Oh, just a text"

"Oh my God, is it another morning one from that guy you like?"

"So what if it is?"

Carrie threw her hands in the air, "So what? This guy turns you to goo and you won't tell me who it is!"

"What are you two talking about?" The two teenage girls span around to see Carrie's mum, Debbie, enter the kitchen. She smiled at them as she got food from the fridge.

"Rosie won't tell me who she keeps getting text messages off," Carrie folded her arms over her chest, "It's really annoying."

"It's just a guy Carrie..." Rosie sighed

"But you tell me everything..."

"You don't know him." She lied.

"Then you can tell me who he is."

Rosie's shoulders sagged, she couldn't tell Carrie, she just couldn't. She'd call her insane, or worse, tell him that she liked him and he would never contact her again. She had to come up with something fast. "You know my mum's friend in Ireland?"

Carrie's eyes narrowed slightly, "Yes."

"It's him, alright?"

Carrie kept her eyes on her best friends face. She wasn't sure if she was telling the truth or not, she could usually read her like a book but not today, there was more to this than Rosie was letting on. She sighed and changed the subject, "What time is everyone getting here mum?"

"Between lunch and three o'clock, but Tom and Giovanna said they would be here about eleven." Her mum replied.

While Carrie smiled, Rosie held back a face. Why did Giovanna have to come too? Ok, stupid question, she had been Tom's girlfriend for years, but she wanted to see him without her around. It was rare that he came over without her, though she and Carrie had stayed at their house once after a concert, it had been easier to get there than to go home, and Giovanna hadn't been there.

She remembered sneaking downstairs to get a glass of water, thinking everyone was asleep, until she heard footsteps approaching. It had been Tom, an acoustic guitar in his hand; he had smiled and said, "Can't sleep?"

"No," had been her reply, "I struggle to sleep after loud events. My ears are still ringing."

"That's me after every show," he got a glass as well, "You're welcome to come in the living room with me for a bit if you like. I'm only writing songs."

Her smile had never been as wide as it had right there and then, "Sure."

That had been a long night, but also one of the best, for Rosie anyway. She had desperately tried to stay awake but she could only manage a couple of hours, one minute she was helping him with a line to a song and the next she was beside Carrie again, and with her one, slightly, open eye, she saw him close the door.

She had mixed feelings about the last part of that memory, she loved the thought of him carrying her up to bed, considering she weighed a lot, instead of just leaving her there, but she also kind of cringed, she almost felt like a small kid, being carried up to bed like a toddler, or worse, a drunk. Though usually the happiness beat the cringe-like feeling, just as it was now. The sound of toast popping out of the toaster brought her out of her memories. She slumped in to a chair at the kitchen table as Debbie put breakfast on the table.

"Are you alright Rosie?" She asked.

"Fine," she smiled, "Just caught up in a daydream."

"Urgh" Carrie said as Debbie laughed

"You girls and your daydreaming!"

Rosie wondered if she would still be laughing if she knew that she was daydreaming of her son...