I obviously don't own McFly...and I don't know them either. If I did I would be freaking out right now. Now, on with the story! (and summary...)
Until her friend invites her to England for six months, Dani Johnson has not been able to forget her brother's death. Nearly a year has already passed, and it still haunts her. But maybe a fresh start in a new country will help her. After all, British guys are hot. Especially when they're in a band.
"Fifteen minutes in America and I'm dying to go back to England," I said, setting my bags down next to the couch.
Home wasn't much different than when I left it six months ago. There were little changes around the house, such as a new dining table, which my mother said was, "nearly an antique."
I sighed and flopped down onto the couch. "Home sweet home," I said. That's when Rachel noticed the ring on my left hand.
"Wow, you go away to England for six months, and come home with a new hair color, a whole new wardrobe, and a fiancée? Tell me everything."
I grinned and began to tell her my story.