Hello! This is a story that I've been thinking about for a bit so I decided to write it.
Dougie/OC
Summery- "Well…my biggest inspiration would have to be my mum…and this girl I once met." "A girl?" "Yeah…she was the reason I didn't give up on music. I'll tell you her story, if you like"
Disclaimer- I don't own McFLY...damn it
The whole fic is done in Dougie's POV
"Ladies and gentle men, welcome back to our special with the legendary McFLY!" introduced the female host "We have already touched on the music—but that's not want we want is it girls and boys?"
A loud "No" came from the audience
"You see!" she patted Danny's knee and he laughed
"Well then what do you want?" remarked Harry
"WE WANT TO SEE YOU NAKED!" was the first answer accompanied by laugher and claps
I grinned "We do that show tomorrow, girls."
"oohs" were heard and they were finally quiet
"Anyway," giggled the host "I want to no how all this McFLY Mania got started—What got you going? Let's go down the line."
"Well, like a lot of people know," started Tom "my dad was a musician and he really helped us out."
The audience clapped again"Danny?"
"My mum just told me to go for the stars!" Grinned my friend as he shifted a little bit uncomfortably
"Aw! How sweet—Harry?" she asked
"I just got up one day and said 'Hey! I'm gonna be a drummer from here on out'." He informed
"Oh a motivated man we like that don't we girls!" she yelled to the crowd as they whooped in approval "Last but not least, Dougie? What inspired you?" she crossed her and smiled
I smiled back "Well…my biggest inspiration would be my mum, Jazzie…and this girl I once met."
"A girl?" she sounded interested
"Yeah…she was the reason I didn't give up on music even though I felt like it gave up on me."
"Even we haven't heard this one." Said Harry looking at me rather curiously
"Yeah Doug, have you been holdin' out on us?" asked Danny jokingly
I half smiled "I could tell you her story if you like."
"That would be lovely dreary—go from the very beginning we have plenty of time to kill." Said the host "Tell us every single detail."
"But there are a lot of details..." I trailed off
"The more the better now go on!" she urged
"Alright, I warned you" I said thinking back about her, "her name was Marissa Unity Scarlet Inall, but her aunt called her Claire. M-U-S-I-C…Music, that's what I called her."
It was an October day, the twelfth to be exact I was fifteen, and we were to get a new student. We didn't know much about her but we knew she was in fact a she. I lazily minded my own business and waited for the teacher to bring her in until I felt a sharp pain to the back of my neck.
"Ouch!" I grabbed my neck and looked behind me to see a boy laughing while holding a makeshift sling-shot made from an elastic.
"Gotcha, Lizard Boy!" he whispered cruelly
"Attention Class!" yelled the teacher over the talking as the girl still stood out of sight. Ever heard the saying "you make a better door than a window"? I see, well the door made an excellent door. "This is our new girl—come on in and introduce yourself."
She stepped around the woman and smiled at the large class she would be joining. She had brown hair with red highlights that made it a very pretty mahogany color against her pale skin and grey-green eyes. She was tall with a lean but shapely body.
"Uh…hi." She took a big breath and let it out slowly "I'm Marissa—"
"Full name, Sweetheart." Reminded our teacher while I took my feet off my desk and leaned forward to hear better
"Right…I'm Marissa Unity Scarlet Inall, and incase you haven't noticed—I'm an American." She fidgeted slightly "I just moved here from Massachusetts, and that's pretty much it."
"Thank you, Miss Inall. You may take a seat next to Mr. Poynter. Please raise your hand sir." I did and she ascended the steps and sat down then smiled at me As Marissa approached I could see a black chocker around her neck while I took notice of her black metal and plastic bracelets. "Now, I'm going to the teacher's lounge. You know the drill, do what you want but don't leave the room."
After she closed the door Marissa turned to me "Hello."
"Hi," I held out my hand to her "I'm Douglas but most people call me Dougie."
"Well, it's nice to meet you Dougie. Most people call me Claire." She said
"How do they get Claire out of that long name of yours?" I shyly asked, mind you people…she looked like she belongs in a painting not sitting in a classroom
"Well, I know lots of people and they say I bring Clarity so that's how I got Claire." She said pulling out a piece of paper that looked like random notes, but I saw how she wrote her name
"M-U-S-I-C, Music?" she looked up at me and smiled softly
"Yep, that's me." She said as the guy that hit me with the sling shot came up behind her
"Hi, there, Beautiful I'm Aaron." He held out his hand and she took it with her own soft one "Charmed I'm sure."
I almost gagged…literally.
"Are you a friend of Dougie's?" she asked, all I could think is aw crap here it comes
"Oh yeah me and Lizard Boy have been friends for years! Even though he plays the guitar." He replied sarcastically
"What's wrong with the guitar?" she asked
"Well, I uh—"
"I think guys who play the guitar are better than Jack Offs that mock the people that have a real talent." She retorted acidicly
"What did you say?" he asked threateningly
"What are you ugly and stupid?" her voice was bitterly sweet
"They were right—Americans have no class." He said stalking back to his seat
"Says the guy who used such a bad pick-up line, right?" she asked me laughing
"Yeah…" I said in astonishment
"Let me re-introduce myself. Hi, I'm Music the American Punk Rock Bitch and you are?" she held out her hand again
I took it "Dougie, the nerdy British guitar-playing lizard breeder."
"And you said my name was long?" she smirked rolling her eyes right before the bell rang "Will I see you around?"
"Yeah, if you look." She grinned and nodded then walked into the crowd of students while I followed on my own
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-OD98