Disclaimer: this is all fiction. i dont own mcfly or anyone else!
this is my first attempt at writing so hope its not too bad ! enjoy !
I was rudely awoken by my phone ringing, the tinny sounding tones blaring from the phone's speaker, invading in on my dreams. One arm ventured out from beneath the warm duvet and felt around my bedside table. Blindly searching for the source of the offending noise. I lazily grasped the phone and attempted to answer it without opening my eyes, still trying to remain in a sleep like state for as long as physically possible.
"Hello" I croaked down the phone. "Lola wake up you lazy sod, how are you still asleep its one o clock in the afternoon for god's sake!!" I instantly recognised the dulcet tones of my best friend Danny. You would think being one of my best friends Danny. You would think being one of my best friends and having known me for over ten years Danny would have grasped the fact that I don't wake up in the morning unless I absolutely have to and considering today is a Saturday and the first day of my Easter break from university, nothing was going to get me out of my nice, cosy cocoon of sleep that I had formed in my bed.
I promptly told him I was asleep and hung up. I slowly drifted off to sleep again, trying to recapture my dream of being swept of my feet by a handsome stranger, but to no avail. I fell into a dream where I was being chased by random aliens with sugar cubes for heads. Not long after I had drifted off to sleep, my bedroom door slowly creaked open and two sets of feet could be heard slowly creeping into the room, trying to avoid making any noise but at the same time trying to navigate their way through my debris laden floor.
"WAKE UP" I awoke with a start and rolled off my bed in shock at the sudden loud noise. As I tried to unravel myself from my duvet I could hear Danny chuckling to himself at how funny he thought he was. I slowly got up off the floor with a large scowl on my face, which shut Danny up pretty quickly, although I could see the beginnings of a cheeky smile constantly threatening to appear on his face.
"I hate you why the hell are you terrorizing me so god damn early in the day??" I stomped about my room until I saw another figure silently giggling in the corner of my room. I was instantly mortified as I realised that I was standing in front of Harry, the guy that was one of my good friends but more importantly he is the guy that I had secretly been lusting after for far too long now. Harry standing in my messy disorganised room, where bras and other random pieces of underwear were strewn all over the place along with various other bits of rubbish and clothes, was in itself quite embarrassing, but the fact that I was standing in my old Donald duck t-shirt that I had, had since the age of twelve and some frankly hideous shorts that should never see the light of day, really took the biscuit. Harry grinned at me. "Nice t-shirt think I had that in blue when I was eight." he chuckled.
"Well aren't the two of just bloody hilarious" I said as I grasped a hoody and attempted to direct the attention away from me. "So what are you doing here? Is there a purpose or are you just bored and plan on abusing me to keep yourselves amused?"
"well a bit of both actually, we are here to bring you out with us I want to show you the new stuff we have been working on, us abusing you is just a pleasant bonus!" Danny exclaimed. "go get dressed, you
have ten minutes - we will go raid your cupboards for some of your mum's cooking - Harry you had Lola's mum's biscuits they are literally like an explosion of yummy ness in your mouth" Danny proceeded
to walk out of my room and downstairs continuing his sermon on the delights of my mother's cooking. I quickly ran around searching for some clean clothes in my bombsite of a bedroom.