AN: This fic takes place after the events of Just My Luck and has a small interpretation of what the ending meant for me. (Ie. that when Jake and Ashley kissed so much at the end, they completely mixed their luck up, so they both get a mix of good and bad luck.)
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing of this story – nothing! (Except the plot, but come on – no-one wants this old thing!) Just My Luck is just a film, Ashley and Jake are fictional and McFly belong to themselves. This story is COMPLETELY fictional!
Jake kissed Ashley, holding her face gently and making each touch of his lips on hers last deeper and deeper. The words on the screen above them changed constantly, from 'delayed' back to 'on schedule' and then back to 'delayed'… and soon the letters became a large jumble, spelling out 'ond seclayduled'. Ashley grinned, before handing Katy her last lottery scratch card to keep and the pair of them kissed Katy on the cheek. She scurried away, before scratching her card.
"Wow! Twenty five dollars!" she squealed, jumping up and down madly. "I'm rich!" The pair of them grinned at her, and followed her out of the train station to the main street, where they discussed if Ashley could live with them for a while, seeing as there wasn't enough room in her friend's flat for her anymore. They kissed by the roadside again, before a fire hydrant exploded and covered them in water. They gasped and tried to duck, but got soaked to the skin. And then they just laughed, before heading back towards the party they'd left behind.
And suddenly, Ashley recognized someone she'd never expect to see again. Huddled up in a doorway, Madame Z was shuffling her tarot deck and looking for her next customer. Ashley looked at here again, to make sure it was who she thought it was, before coming over.
"Madame Z? It's me, Ashley Albright." The woman looked up at her as she held Jake's hand tightly. "Look, about that whole… fortune thing, I just want to say thanks…"
"And ask me for another reading?" she smirked. Ashley looked confused. "Well, don't you want to know what happens next?"
"We'd prefer to make our own way rather than just look at stars thanks." Jake replied, holding Ashley by her waist
"But what about your band? Don't you want to know if it's worth having them here for much longer?" Jake looked at Madame Z, and then at Ashley, before nodding.
"Fine, just give me a reading for a laugh. Whatever's best for you." He sat down on the step next to her, letting Ashley rest her head in his lap. Madame Z shuffled her deck again, before closing her eyes and drawing out the first card.
"The Two of Swords… reversed, it means betrayal of trust, tension after a quarrel. Never a good one to have." she stated, sighing before drawing out her second card.
"The Queen of Cups… it represents a healer and counsellor, observant and never biased." Ashley turned to Jake in concern as the third card was drawn and laid out on the concrete in front of them.
"The Reversed Moon… it seems as if this one won't suffer much in the band at all, a lot of peace is in store. And increased psychic abilities… at least he won't steal my job from me." Madame Z managed a smile, before reaching back to the deck.
"The Empress." she finally recalled, laying out the card in front of them; a woman with a slightly swollen belly. "The mother of the deck; she represents new opportunities and a new life. A child, perhaps, will enter your circle soon." Ashley and Jake looked at one another nervously, before thanking Madame Z and leaving.
"That card at the end… do you think she meant us? Because…" Jake began, but Ashley silenced him with a kiss.
"It means nothing to us at the moment, and will mean nothing until we're ready. Okay?" She laughed heartily. "Jake, I promise you there will be no children until we're old enough. And besides; we've only just met. Maybe she's wrong…"
Meanwhile, back at the party McFly were having the time of their lives; the concert had been a roaring success! Despite their string of bad luck whilst preparing and the angry mob just before Harry showed up, they'd still managed to play to a full house and earned themselves a standing ovation. Katy had been clinging onto Jake and Danny's arms for most of the evening, before their manager excused himself, saying he had to find someone as soon as he could; now Katy was gripping Danny's waist very tightly and was reluctant to let go.
"Katy, get off!" Danny Jones laughed as he tried to pour himself another glass of champagne. "I'll pour this all over you if you're not careful!"
"Go on then!" she grinned back. Danny managed to down his glass in one gulp, before pouring out some more. "Danny, leave some for everyone else!"
"And I will! Just let me have my share first." he tittered. Katy sulked, before racing off somewhere; probably to find her elder cousin.
"Hey, watch it, because I'm not driving you home tonight." Tom gestured at him from the other side of the room, giving just the smallest of smirks.
Danny giggled again, probably in drunkenness. "Yeah you are Tommy Wommy Fletchy, you haven't hads anything yet." Yes, the dark-haired boy had already gotten drunk on about three or four glasses and Tom would have to drive them all back again, for what felt like the third time that week. Of course, he was in no mood for driving; knowing that he'd probably have to stop the car halfway back to Jake's apartment to be sick had put him off driving for a while. He just hoped that Jake would remain sober enough for them all to get home okay.
"Jake!" Harry yelled over the din. "Where is he! Phillips wants to talk to him about -"
"Leave it Harry, Jakey boy's ran off for that bird at the alley." Danny smirked, staggering over towards them.
"Yeah, he's drunk again." Tom explained. "You had anything to drink or…?"
"Sorry mate, already had two glasses." he replied half-heartedly, trying to smoothen his hair back flat. "Dougie's already wasted too, so you're on your own.
"Wow, you're all so sympathetic." he answered, folding his arms. "I don't even feel like driving."
"Tom, you're the only one… save from me… who has a license. Deal with it." Harry moaned. "Please, just for tonight? I promise I'll have a go next time."
"Fine, your turn next time." he snapped, before standing up and regaining his balance. "God I feel dizzy."
"You sure you've had nothing to drink?" Harry smiled, helping Tom up to his feet. "You're not very convincing, you know. I mean, you're bright red and you're falling over yourself."
"Actually, I haven't even had a glass of anything yet!" Tom argued, pulling himself out of Harry's grasp and making his way over to the toilets. It was just as well he made it in time, because he began vomiting heavily in one of the sinks near the main door. This was something he hadn't anticipated; he'd been feeling fine a few days ago, and it had just been today of all days when he'd started being physically sick. As soon as he'd gotten on the stage, he'd just put it down to nerves but now… he felt worse than ever.
He managed to stand up again, before falling back down to be sick again; this time however, he managed to fall into one of the stalls. Maybe, he thought to him, he had had something to drink without realising it; it was a much more probable explanation, seeing as they'd all gotten carried away at one point or another during the night. At last, he was able to get up without being sick, and he flushed the toilet. From the strange singing coming from outside, Jake had come back and like Danny had said, he'd brought back that girl from the bowling alley.
Tom wished that Jake wouldn't have any glasses, just so they'd get home alright. Unfortunately, as Tom stepped out of the toilets he could see out of the corner of his eye a blur of black and green as Ashley and Jake shared out their drinks between them; a variety of cocktails and vodkas sprawled out for them to share for the rest of the night. He sighed, before asking his friends if they had any idea where Jake's car keys were; it was going to be a long night.
"Hey, are we there yet?" Harry yawned, curled up in the back seat of the car on Jake's shoulder. Tom swore under his breath as he clenched the steering wheel, before yelling that they were still at least an hour away from Jake's apartment. Danny laughed madly at this, whilst trying to put on Ashley's stilettos and still acting tipsy.
"Oh come, speed up! Go as fast as you can!" Danny pestered, but suddenly Tom turned around and glared at him.
"No, we're not going any faster than we are now!" he snapped, before getting his eyes back onto the road. "I'd like us to make it home in one piece thank you very much, or would you like to pile us all into a tree?" Danny opened his mouth to answer back, but Harry clamped it shut with his hands. "Good." Tom sighed, before making a sharp turn right into an alleyway.
"I thought you said we wouldn't be home for…" Jake began, but the blonde had slammed the car door and raced off down the road. He looked at him in confusion as Tom was suddenly sick again on the ground. Everyone grimaced at the noises from outside, and after a few minutes the blonde groggily hopped back into the front seat.
Jake looked at him in concern. "Tom, if you want one of us could drive…"
"No, you're all as drunk as lords." he muttered, sitting down and buckling himself back in. "And besides, it'll probably just be nerves about tonight. I'll be fine by the morning."
"No you won't be." Jake replied, slightly annoyed and he folded his arms in the back seat. Tom fired up the engine and reversed out into the main road, before heading back to Jake's apartment. They stumbled in about half an hour – much quicker than he had guessed – and Jake was carrying Ashley on his back to his room. Dougie and Harry had happily sprawled out on the sofa, singing loudly while Danny was now running around the house in stilettos, trying to find something to dance to.
Tom sighed stubbornly, before hanging up his jacket and making his way up to bed. He knew straight away that he wouldn't get much sleep that night and would have to lie in the next morning, despite the fact that he'd normally be up and about early in the morning. He also knew that Jake was right, and he probably would still feel the same as he did now in the morning; but he wasn't going to prove to anyone that he was wrong and they were right. He decided to let it rest for the time being, and just let himself get some sleep.
"Tom, do you remember the last time we got drunk?" A voice called from the doorway. Tom turned around to find a slightly more sober Danny, but he was still smiling.
"I'd rather not talk about it." he muttered under his breath, pulling his tie off and removing his shirt. "And besides, what happened wasn't our fault."
"Well, from what I recall you seemed to enjoy it." Danny grinned, sitting beside the blonde and looking at him; sadly, he was without his sparkly pink stilettos. "It was the night we found out that Five Colours had got to number six in the charts, remember? We'd both had a few drinks, came back here a little bit tipsy, had some coffee to sober up and then…"
"And I think I remember that last part very well, thanks." Tom was agitated and just wanted some peace. "Can't you leave me alone? I'm too tired tonight Danny."
"Come on – just a few minutes?" he pleaded, looking at the older boy.
Tom shook his head, before throwing the pillow over his ears. "Night Danny." he voiced loudly enough so Danny could hear him through the large cushion over his head.
"Good night Tom – get better soon." he whispered, before turning off the light and leaving him in peace. Tom pulled his waste paper basket over to his bedside in case he felt sick during the night, and tried in vain to get some sleep. But as the moonlight faded away and dawn was approaching, he still lay awake in bed with slight apprehension; something was wrong with him, most definitely.