A.N.- Hey! This is my first story on here so please review so that I know where I can go with it or if it totally sucks, whatever you think! I own Mike, Zack, Tyler, and Jacqui, that's it. The rest are real people. Hope you like it!! Rated 13+ for language. Might have to change that later, depends on where I go with it!

Cursive equals italics whick also equals thoughts. Read to find out what that means I suppose! Haha!!

Tom Fletcher IS God

Prologue: My Life in a Nutshell

My name is Thomas Michael Fletcher. I was born at 2:54 pm on July 17, 1985, in Northwick Park Hospital. My first word was "Bah", I learned to walk at the age of 23 months, I was in my school choir until year 7 when I joined the television show, "Grange Hill". What more do you need to know about me? How long I've played guitar? 12 years give or take. How old am I now? 17. What's my favourite colour? Green. What? What more do you need to know?

Sorry, I just woke up about 20 minutes ago and was told to do this essay. I'm a bit cranky. Obviously.

"Pardon, but what is this for?" I asked the secretary passing by.

"Management just wants to get to know you better sweetie," she answered, popping her gum. She returned to her desk and fiddled with some papers.

So. You asked me to write down my thoughts in an essay. Do you want every single thought in my mind, or do you want an essay? I could do both, but I'm too lazy. So it'll be a mix of the two, I suppose. I have a sister, her name's Carrie. She's 10. She's recently fallen in love with those dastardly Bratz dolls. I find those feet that are about the size of my nose all over my house. My butt still hurts from 2 days ago when I sat down on my doll-shoe infested couch. Poor bum… Anyway! This is supposed to be about me and my thoughts, and try to make sense. I'll attempt to keep my thoughts in order now.

I still live with my parents. Our house is… quite big. I don't mean to be a braggart, but it's large. I can't say it's tiny… unless comparing it to a skyscraper or something of that caliber. Look at me! Using vocabulary words. Mum'd be proud. Wow, I'm egocentric. Heh. I'm so smart. THAT'S IT! I SWEAR! ;)

This essay is really opposite of how I act. On the outside, I'm shy and terribly modest. But, as you can clearly see, I've got quite the ego. I'm pompous to boot. But I think it's because when I get a compliment, I go into self-destruct mode. I tear down my feelings of achievement and blow the compliment straight over my head. I deny everything the person says to me, but on the inside, my ego-ladder goes to the next step. Like, the other day when Mallory told me that my shirt was hot. Went straight to my head. Naturally, I said, "What? I got this at a flea market." I really bought it full price at FCUK, but she doesn't need to know that.

If you're wondering who Mallory is, well, I've been in love with her for about 6 years now. I've only realized it since 2 years ago. She's my next-door neighbor. She's absolutely perfect.

I could go on for pages and pages on her. I could fill a tomb and still have more to say. She smiles and I swoon. She dances and so does my heart. Everything Mallory does makes me jittery. I can't really explain it, but it's extreme.

I tent to lose all rational thought when I'm around her. When we were younger, it was fun because I was fearless. Truth or dare was… very interesting. Now, I choke up. I stutter, and I gape like a fish. My cool leaves and I become utterly dislikeable.

Since I like to like myself, and that this essay, I've decided, is going to expose my pompous side, I'll stop talking about how much I hate myself when in Mallory's presence. Crap. I need to keep this flowing… I could talk about truth or dare I guess. Uh- right. So, the last time we played, it was at Michael's party.

The party was about 3 months ago. Mal came to my house about an hour before the party started. We normally do this because 1) We don't want to be the first ones to arrive and 2) We enjoy each other's company and don't get to see each other during the school day (she's a year younger than me).

So this is how it went: (FYI, the cursive is thoughts)

Ding-dong!

"I'll get it!" I yelled. I got to the front door and caught my breath. As soon as the door opened, I lost it. Mallory ALWAYS looks perfect. She was just wearing a black Taking Back Sunday tee-shirt with yellow skinny jeans and yellow Chucks, but still my heart couldn't seem to get back to a normal pace. "H-hi," I stammered out. Damn it! Be cool!!

"Hey!" she walked up to me and gave me my normal greeting, a hug. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.

"Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me? Haha. Just kiddin'" Mal said in her very chill, almost hippie, voice that she always uses. "Soooo," she dragged out, "Your room?" she asked throwing her purse on my doormat.

"Sure," I said nerdily. Is that even a real word? Could you look it up when you read this and give me back the essay when you're done? Thanks management! ;) ANYWAY!

We headed up to my room. I sat down on my bed while Mal fingered through all my gadgets on my dresser and, everywhere really. "So, how's your mystery crush?" she asked me while looking through the mirror, into my reflection. Yeah, she knows that I'm in love. She still doesn't know with whom though.

"Uh…erm. She's fine," I replied starting to sweat a little.

"Like fiiiiiine, or just fine?" she asked.

'A little bit of both' I say with a wink. Ha. No. Instead I say, "The second, I think."

"Oh. So," she said turning to sit by me, "When will I be able to meet your luvva?" she said while raising her eyebrows suggestively.

"Uhm…"
"Tom, listen. I care about you," my heart was probably going to fly out of my chest at this. "I need to see if I have to beat the crap out of this bird."

"You don't," I gulped. She had started playing with my hair.

"How do you know?" she was spiking it in different ways.

"She likes a lot of the same things you do."

"Oh! Tell me more!" She was facing me, sitting Indian style, and moved from my hair to my hands. I held hers gently while she played with mine.

"She likes music, green tea, writing, bad weather, cooking, baking, acoustic guitars…" I rattled off the top of my head.

"Okay. Wow. My Favourite Things!" Mallory said while intertwining the fingers on both of our hands and squeezed tightly.

"Yeah, I know," I chuckled lightly.

"That's SO WEIRD! Who would've thought we'd be so similar? I can't wait to meet her! Is she a vegetarian too?" Mal had said in what seemed like one breath.

"Uh-" It took me a second to register what she just said. "Yeah."

Mallory released my hands and stood up from her position on my bed after a little while. "Where's your newest?" she asked referring to my latest written songs.

"Where is it normally," I said knowingly. Mal walked to the side of my room where my guitars are kept. She squatted down and unlatched the hinges of my case where I keep everything. I like to call it 'organized chaos'.

"Go ahead," I permitted her. She took my acoustic and placed it on her lap. She then moved the sheet music so that it was resting at a slant from the guitar case to the floor. She started strumming.

When she started to hum the melody, words zoomed into my head. I scrambled to get up and find a pad and pencil, all the while creating mental poetry. I finally found one of each.

I loved her long blonde hair

And love was undoubtedly there

And she looked at me

And the rest was history

Dude you're being silly cuz you're never gonna get that girl

And I'm never gonna get the girl

At some point, Mal stopped playing. "You alright there, Speed Racer?" she asked with a quirked eyebrow and amusement in her eyes.

I looked down at the words that were in front of me, and then back into the eyes of the woman I loved, as a pang encompassed my heart with the pain of being lonely. "Mallory, you are the reason why I haven't been alright for the past, what, 15 years of my life?" I said with dull eyes, but she didn't catch the double meaning. Fuck this feeling. I just want to stop hurting myself.

You know what? I'm just gonna skip to the game at Michael's house.

"Want to do something?" Jordan asked as we were all lounging on Mike's basement couches watching Top of the Pops.

"Sure. Got any ideas?" Zack said while looking at the group of teenagers in the cellar.

"Parcheesi?" I asked, hoping that no one would say the game I was dreading to-.

"TRUTH OR DARE!" Jacqui yelled. Piss off. I hate you. Hell. No.

"That sounds good," Mallory agreed. Anything you say love. Want me to go first?

Everyone nodded in his or her approval of the game choice. We all gathered around in a circle of blankets, pillows, and bodies after turning off the telly.

"Why don't we make this a bit more interesting?" Kayleigh asked. Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit. I think my nervousness showed on my face, because Kayleigh adopted an evil smirk before continuing her initial question. "Instead of normal truth or dare, let's say we add the thrill of total humiliation?"

Tyler let out a catcall and draped his arm around Kayleigh's shoulder. She gave him a disgusted look, the rolled her eyes while detaching his ligament from her body.

"You have a choice. You can choose a truth or dare. Once you hear the question or command, you can pick that or a VERY embarrassing dare for you to do that was made with a group effort. No pain, no game, eh? Do you want to take the risk?" she asked everyone in a chilling tone. They agreed, and I'm Tom Freaking Fletcher! No one is going to out-balls me! So I nodded lightly.

"I'll go first!" Mal shouted. "I've been wanting to do this for awhile. Tom, truth or dare?"

Shit! Fuck me in the asshole. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! "Truth," I say reluctantly.

"Excellent! Who is your mystery crush?" Mal asked with excitement in her eyes.

"DARE!" I immediately yelped once I heard the question.

"Oh you're no fun," Mallory pouted. Sorry Mal. Not letting you in on THAT secret. Yet, anyway.

"Hey, hey, hey. We can use this to our advantage. First dare of the night…" Jacqui spoke to the group. Oh crap. What did I get myself into?

Her and Jordan were looking around the room in thought. I saw Jacqui's eyes land on Michael's little sister's costumes. Jordan's eyes traced Jacqui's line of vision. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Jacqui asked mischievously to her evil-mastermind counter-part.

"Hell yeah I am!" Jordan agreed while they punched fists and smirked.

"Oh no," I whispered while opening my mouth in shock. "You can't make me do this," I said while changing my glance from the sparkly pink and purple outfits to my so-called "friends".

"It's either that, or you tell us who this bird is," Zack reasoned.

"You're wankers, the lot of you…" I grumbled.

"C'mon Tom. You got yourself into this," Mallory spoke softly.

"You did! I wouldn't be in this mess if you didn't ask a question that I'm not comfortable telling you the answer to yet!!" I exclaimed incredulously.

"Then do the dare!" Jordan said, getting bored of the argument very quickly.

"Ugh. What exactly does this dare entitle me to do?" I said, giving into their jibing.

The girls developed evil smirks and huddled together. Mike, Tyler, and Zack all gave me sympathetic looks. Mike even had the gall to pat me on the back.

Shit.

That's how I ended up running around my neighborhood in a pink swan-lake-ish tutu, a National Coming Out Day tee-shirt, a 6 foot long purple boa that had sporadic black feathers with silver sparkles on EVERY FEATHER, yelling every swear word I know, with a piece of paper that read: "Sorry, I have Torrets" on my back.

Yeah, I'm in love with Mallory Susan May.