Title: Some Things Never Change
Author: ella012
Characters: Blake McGregor and McFly
Disclaimer: I am not affiliated to the band nor in any way connected to them. The happenings of this fic are products of my cuckoo brain and are mere fiction.

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CHAPTER 1: Memories

Danny Jones was in a couple of my classes in High School. He was never the quiet type and was always, like now, the ladies man. I wouldn't say he got the girls falling head over heels for him, he just thought he did. In fairness to him though, some of them did like him. Looking at him now is so overwhelming. Who would've thought that in eight years' time, he'd be topping charts and headlining tabloids?

I stood at the middle of the crowd as he and his band performed their songs.

"...we got no worries in the world..."

I don't know if he remembers, but he was once my lab partner, my seatmate through Maths and occasionally my study buddy.

I smiled as he started dancing on stage. Boy, does he love the attention.

He's still the dynamic school boy I once knew...and to tell you the truth, I kind of miss.

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I rubbed my eyes as I woke up to the sound of my mobile's ring tone.

I hate that thing when it wakes me up in the morning. I hate the person calling more. I should remember to turn that off next time.

I grabbed my phone off the bed side table and rested my head on my pillows.

"What?"
"Good morning to you too."
"Whatever Rachel. Whaddya need?" I yawned.
"You, sleepy head. Get up and meet me at The Coffee Shop. Thirty minutes?"
"I hate you." I yawned again.
"Well, I love you, Blake. Get up! Get up! I need you to hurry!"

I closed my phone and threw it on the bed beside me.

Rachel better have a good reason for waking me.

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I pushed the door of The Coffee Shop open and stepped inside. Rachel was sitting at the table near the window.

"So what's the big idea calling me up at an unreasonable hour?" I pulled a chair and sat across her.
"I ran into someone last night. And FYI, nine AM is a reasonable time to call people."
"Nine?" I checked my watch. "I thought it was eight or something. Anyway, who was it you ran into?"
"Danny Jones!" She almost shrieked.
"Uhuh. I know he's in town. What's the big deal?" I rolled my eyes.
"He invited us to the Cavern. Eight tonight. Tell me you'll come!"
"I can't. I have a lot of work to do. Speaking of work, I have to go. But hey, call me after your rendezvous?" I stood up and straightened out my skirt.
"I will, Party Pooper. Now go." She smiled.
"Love you!" I waved and walked out the door.

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I rooted around for some files and folders from previous publications that I could work on to try and start planning out the next layout of our magazine. Working as the art director of fashion magazine, Fetish, is not always that fun.

My intercom light lit up signaling the company receptionist has something to tell me.

I pushed the button.

"Yup?"
"Miss McGregor, you have a visitor."
"Let 'em up. Thanks."

I went back to my search for the missing folders and files. Where did I put those? I better get my assistant to clean my office. I can't find anything here.

I heard the outside room quiet down. There are about twenty cubicles outside, shutting them up is impossible! What on earth happened out there?

I walked to my door to see for myself.

"Danny..." I gasped.

To be continued...