A/N: Hiya! This is my first "Just My Luck" fic. I really love McFLY, and I can't believe they appeared in the movie! After re-watching it over and over, I decided to write a fic. Tons of McFLY friendship and funny moments with Jake/Ashley stuff too. It's mostly a take on Jake's life when he meets McFly and it progresses until he and Ashley gets together. :) I hope you guys like this! It's very fun to write. I'm so glad McFLY got in this movie.

Disclaimer: I don't own McFLY or Just My Luck. :) I don't own Green Day, Paramore, Aerosmith, All-American Rejects, Coldplay and Nickelback either. xD

Luck, Love and Life

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Chapter 1: Meet McFLY

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"Jake, what did you do?!"

A man with tousled, dark brown hair and black eyeglasses cringed. He scrunched down and gripped his hair in grief and strain. Groaning angrily, he sat on a chair behind him and heard a splat. His eyes widened, and he found himself sitting on squashed ice-cream.

Jake Hardin wasn't a person who would be called lucky. When he was a child, he was a victim of flagpole wedgies and was the official dodgeball dummy. He held the record for being the student with the most visits to the school nurse.

The poor lad knew how unfortunate he was, but was kept sane because of the love his family gave to him. They would have the occasional laugh out of Jake's misfortune, but then, who wouldn't? Jake still thought it was better than nothing.

His parents sent him off to New York City for college. Jake missed them terribly, but learned to live and survive in the place, and eventually he enjoyed residing there. He still had his bad luck with physical accidents getting him here and there, but he lived with the bad luck his whole life. While in college, he lived in a small apartment and found a part-time job by babysitting a little girl named Katy, who, like him, had the short end of the stick when it comes to luck.

After college, Jake decided to work in the Rock 'n' Bowl, a cool hangout with food and bowling. He spent some of his college free time there, and the manager said Jake grew on him. When Jake talked to the manager about being rejected in job interviews, he offered Jake a job as a sanitation engineer. For short, he became the Rock 'n' Bowl janitor.

At the present time, Jake winced in horror as the manager shouted his name over and over as he walked towards him. He dragged Jake by the ear and shouted angrily.

"What's wrong with you?! We finally had Green Day to perform for us!"

Jake rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I… kinda… accidentally… spilled their shakes… on their guitars… and their coat and pants…" he stuttered.

"WHAT?!"

"Calm down!" said Jake. "I know it's big… they said it's alright, they'll come back here to visit or chill out, but then… they said they won't perform here, because they don't want to get their guitars stained again."

The manager groaned angrily. "Next time, don't serve the musicians OR don't go near their instruments! The same thing happens! Paramore, Coldplay, The All-American Rejects, Aerosmith, Nickelback and now Green Day! We never get famous bands to perform for us!"

Jake nervously sat on a nearby chair with the manager still scowling at him. "Now where are we going to find a great band who would put up some more business and publicity in this place?!"

The brown-haired man exhaled sadly and pushed the rim of his glasses up his nose. "Well… maybe we could find a band…?"

As if the scene was planned out, someone behind them coughed and coughed to get their attention. When Jake looked, he saw a guy with blonde hair which had brown streaks on several strands, wearing a beanie and jeans, perfectly matched with a denim jacket, a black polo shirt underneath. His dark blue eyes scanned him with a doubtful expression on his face.

"Excuse me, are you guys asking for a band to perform here?" he asked, a strong British accent coming out of his mouth.

"Why, yes… yes we are!" Jake exclaimed. Another gent raised his hand, sitting beside the British fellow in denim. He was a blonde with long hair, the back spiking upwards. He had chocolate brown eyes and a dimple that matched his child-like smile. Wearing a blue and white British jumper and jeans, he looked easier to talk to.

"Really? Because if you like, we could perform for you guys," said the lad, also a pure British boy.

The manager, Jerry, scoffed and snorted. "Really? And what band are you guys from? Never-heard-of band?"

They heard a loud growl from the little one beside the boy in denim, a fellow with blonde-and-brown hair with blue-green eyes, wearing a green sweatshirt and pants.

"For your information, we had two number 1 albums in UK," he sneered. "Why are we here again, Tom? The guy said we're never heard of!"

The blonde calmed down the angry boy. "Because Fletch sent us here to promote our album. Be nice," he said, and he smacked the boy's shoulder.

"Sorry. He's been very testy of Americans since the cab driver's snobby insults got him all shirty," the blonde, Tom as he was called, apologized.

"Two number ones in the UK?" Jake asked, curious.

"No wonder I never heard of you guys. I'm not that much of an observer in music from other countries," said Jerry, the Rock 'n' Bowl's manager.

"We're McFLY, by the way," said another. They looked at the lad beside the blonde one. He was wearing a long sweater with red and white stripes and dark blue jeans. His dark brown hair was very long and straight, almost covering his eyes. He smiled warmly with his blue eyes twinkling and his teeth showing.

"McFLY… McFLY… I heard that before," Jake said softly, tapping his chin. "Oh, I remember! I saw you guys once when I searched the internet for some international bands. Can you guys rehearse here? Practice here and perform here too?"

The straight-haired brunette grinned toothily and nudged the blonde in the shoulder. "C'mon, Tom! This is going to be great!" he said. The blonde gave in easily.

"Sure, we can. Is tomorrow fine? It's already 7 o'clock in the evening and we do have to return to our hotel room and we don't have our instruments at the moment," said the blonde.

"Thank you!" Jake said, shaking the boys' hands. "What are your names, by the way?"

"I'm Tom, Tom Fletcher," the blonde one said, his dimple revealing again as he smiled.

"Dougie Poynter," said the previously grumpy Brit. He was now leaning against his chair and looking at Jerry suspiciously. "Oh, come off it!" said the Brit in denim.

"Oh, and I'm Harry Judd," he added.

"And I'm Danny! Danny Jones!" the brunette introduced happily, shaking Jake's hand frantically. "Nice to meet you!"

Tom laughed at Jake's expression when Danny let go of his hand. "So what's your name?"

"I'm Jake Hardin," he answered.

"Jake," started Tom. "If we perform here, are we going to be noticed? Because we're here to promote our new album, and maybe record some songs as well. We're mainly targeting Damon Phillips, since we heard he's a big-shot record dealer here. If you can help us, we're going to perform here all the time whenever we visit America, unless you don't work in this place anymore at the time."

The tousle-haired janitor didn't have second thoughts. He nodded and reassured them he would do his job.

"Of course! I'm going to help you guys get him! He goes around this part of New York all the time, I think I could help you."

"Great!" exclaimed Danny. "We're going to give you a demo CD tomorrow. Hope you help us quick! We owe you already."

Jake smiled weakly. He earned the trust of one of the greatest bands in the world, and he had to hunt down one of the biggest executives in wealth. With his rotten luck, his attempts might go haywire and he might get ruined. But then, meeting McFly and having them offer to perform and asking him for help looked like good luck knocking on his door. Jake smiled at the thought. His luck was changing, and he can feel it.

Hope I can update this soon. :) Please R&R, no flames please! :D I'm going to make this story as interesting as it gets.