Me: Oooo, boy, this'll be good…Tom Fletcher's personal diary!

Tom: IT'S A JOURNAL.

Me: Whatever…

Disclaimer: I don't own Tom Fletcher or McFly. If I did, I would probably be off somewhere squeezing them until they were purple.

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Some random day

In the year of…2007 I think

When a guy gets a diary, does that mean he's gay?

I MEAN JOURNAL.

Anyways, for my birthday, our manager, Fletch, comes up to me holding this little package.

"I thought you'd like this, Tom," he goes.

So I'm thinking, Awwww…

I rip the paper off, and what do I see?

A LIGHT BLUE NOTEBOOK.

NOT…LYING.

Does Fletch think I'm gay!?

Oh HELL no…

I am not gay!!! I am the epitome of a manly man!!!

That…cooks…

Anyway, back to my question.

If a guy gets a (LIGHT BLUE) journal from his band manager, IS HE GAY?

I am not gay!

Just so you know.

You're probably wondering who's rambling on and on, aren't you?

…No, actually, you probably aren't, seeing as you're a journal.

Oh well. I'm Tom Fletcher, one of the lead singers and guitarists in the British band McFly.

You may know us. We were in the USA for about a year or 2.

THANK GOD FOR ENGLAND.

Um…not that I have anything against the USA…heh heh…

So…I am single…and looking…namely for Katie Holmes.

God, she's fit…

Oh damn, I'm drooling.

Anyways…maybe I should place one of those personal ads in the newspaper.

Ladies looking for a famous guy who has no fashion sense whatsoever, call Tom Fletcher!

Oh yeah, I'd get SO many responses…

Note my sarcasm.

Well…

If they noticed the Tom Fletcher part, then yeah, maybe I'd get responses.

Girls just go for the band…

Speaking of which, some girl asked me to marry her today. It made me glow inside to turn her down

I am so mean.

So…what should I talk about? Hmmmmmmmmm…

I am tapping my pen against my teeth.

Just an FYI.

If I had a beard, I'd stroke it.

Maybe Harry would let me stroke HIS beard…

Ack. That sounds wrong.

And it's more like peach fuzz, anyways.

So…maybe the band's life. That could be interesting.

Yeah!

Okay, so I'm in McFly (which I have established already).

We don't live together anymore, but we live close enough to wreak mayhem throughout the neighborhood.

Oh yeah, we're SO mature.

Note the sarcasm (again)

Anyways, we hang out and be completely weird. Just watch our 'Friday Night' video to see.

The police chase is ALL HARRY'S FAULT.

I'm listening to Green Day. The coolest band ever.

Aside from us, of course.

Oh yeah, I'm vain.

Anyways, I gotta go. Some creeps-I mean my band mates- are at the door.

A/N: little short first chapter! Yay! No, I didn't sneak into Tom's room at 12:01 AM on Monday, February 5th, 2007, steal his journal and a shirt, and then run back to my hotel! I DIDN'T DO IT!!!!!