McFLY is property of Universal; Danny, Dougie, Tom and Harry don't belon to me -sadly- but to their moms lol. I'm writing this without funding aims.

- Chapter I -

It was around 11.30 on a Saturday morning when I looked at my alarm clock and realized I had just had 5 hours of sleep – which, for someone who enjoys sleeping a lot like me, it wasn't even close to enough. I laid there on my bed for what must have been twenty minutes, remembering what had been another disappointing night out with my friends.

As I watched the rain sharply hitting the window glass I started diving into my own mind, thinking hard.

You can't do this to yourself anymore. It's not healthy. You've had a thing for him (as in Luke, one of my closest friends) for over a year, thinking he would wake up one day noticing he had a crush on you. Well guess what? That didn't happen, now did it?

But I've always felt he had something for me, the way he looked at me, the way he hugged me…

Yeah, because that's taken you far. STOP, Eleanor, STOP. Red light for you, missy.

But what can I do? I can't just erase him, he's my best friend!

And you're not going anywhere the way things are. You haven't looked at anybody else for a year, and you know very well that he has. So stop it, for your own good.

"Enough," I then whispered to myself. I'd always known it, but I hadn't ever wanted to admit the fact that the only guy that I wanted didn't actually fancy me back. Not even a little bit. At that moment, I decided it was time to move on, to let him go… as hard as that might turn out to be.

As I got up, I found myself feeling very dizzy. A lot of things came to my head, blurry as they were, giving me a pretty clear idea of what had happened the night before: flashes of Luke hugging me and laughing with me, then making out with a girl down the bar, and finally me drinking margaritas, lots and lots of margaritas.

I was sitting on a chair in my room, having something to ease what seemed like the worst hangover I ever, when I suddenly heard a crack and somebody cursing in the kitchen. The sound of that didn't only make me leave the bubble I had been floating on and join Planet Earth, but it also scared the hell out of me.

Still feeling dizzy, I got up and ran to the kitchen to find my 16 year-old brother with a coffee mug on one hand, a this-is-not-fair face and the coffeemaker broken, with coffee splattered all over the kitchen floor. After giving him the don't you dear say a word look, I went away again, to change myself into something I could go out with.

10 minutes later, I grabbed the keys and my cell phone from the living room coffee table and was off to the Starbucks store down the block, hoping they would have coffee in there.

I shot myself a look when I stepped into the elevator, only to find out that I looked like crap. My usually blond, straight, boring hair was all messy, my mascara was still on and that Franz Ferdinand t-shirt was starting not to fit me anymore – it had been like 5 years since I had that one, from their concert here in Boston. When the lift finally stopped, I shrugged and accepted defeat, walking out into the hall.

After a good cup of coffee and a shower, I started getting ready to leave for my friend Julie's place, to pick her up and go somewhere nice.

"Ellie, I'm going to the match, be back in a couple of hours!" Mark, my brother, shouted at me.

"Good luck hon, you'll do great! Just do what you're good at!" I replied with a wink and a big hug.

You see, he played football at a minor division of his favourite team, and he's really good at it. That day some managers were going to be watching, searching for new talents to hit the big leagues.

After waving him I was getting ready to go when I saw something flashing on my laptop. The message read pretty much like this:

Hey sugar, got great news for you, you won't believe it! Tried to reach you today, but your phone was off coverage, please phone me.

Love you loads

xx

Tim

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