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Disclaimer- I don't own Dougie…or McFLY but you know there is no McFLY without him :) nor do I own Blink-182

I thought about Music the whole day, nothing else. I couldn't focus on anything besides her when she walked in the room. She was so perfect, that's what I always thought about her.

The end of the day soon came and I left the building twenty minutes after everyone else, I did that every day to avoid the jerks that liked to harass me. That day was different though because as I passed under the foyer I noticed a pair of legs daggling from the rafters

"Hi Dougie!" my heart froze

"Music?! Have you lost your bloody mind?!" I yelled failing miserably at not wanting to look up her skirt but succeeding at being in the wrong spot to do the deed

"Not that I'm aware of. Why do you ask?" she gently kicked her legs back and forth "And how did you guys come up with the word 'Bloody' anyway? I mean seriously, the stuff that I've heard to day—what the hell is snooker?!" she seethed throwing her hands in air which jostled her around a bit

"I'll explain later—how did you even get up there?" I asked in amazement

"The same way I'm gonna get down." She picked up her bag and stood walking some ten meters to the nearest support beam, casually gliding down the last three meters to the ground "You see?"

"Hold that thought while my heart starts beating regularly…" I muttered under my breath

"Heard that." She said as we started walking together

"So what fun did you have today?" I asked looking at my feet being sure not to trip

"Oh tons and tons—I met Aaron again only he had friends this time and they didn't like we too much." She grinned "That's why I was up there."

"Nice…" I half smiled

"Yeah, so why don't people hear like you very much?" she asked a little sourly

"If I knew that I wouldn't be a loser." I shrugged "it's no big deal really."

"It is too and I happen to think you're pretty cool." She said defiantly

"Thanks, I think you're cool too." She smiled "So what kinds of music do you like?"

"Oh Evanescence, Staind stuff like that—but I really love Blink—"

"182!" we finished together "Oh man they're so great—"

"Yeah I mean punk rock is so awesome!" she stopped for a second and pulled out a piece of paper in a small protective case "I got them to sign my ticket to there concert and take a picture with them!"

"No way!" I moved behind her so I could look at it over her shoulder and sure enough there was a ticket with there names on it and a Polaroid of Tom Delonge giving her a kiss on the cheek while the other two were in the back ground smiling "Yu are the luckiest person alive! Tom is my idol!" her eye lit up happily

"Really?! Mine too!" we talked about Blink for the few miles we had to walk home

"Hey where do you live anyway?" I asked suddenly as she looked at an ink smear on her hand

"Uh…good question…Oh right around this corner!" she said pointing to the house across the street from mine

"well that's my house over there, maybe we could walk to school together tomorrow?" I offered shyly not really looking at her

"I'd like that. Well…I'll see you tomorrow Dougie." She started walking backwards a few meters before colliding with a tree "Damn it!" she said cursing to herself, it made me chuckle "That didn't happen ok?" she prompted

"Sure. Bye, Music." She smiled warmly and said the same to me before turning and walking inside

"Who was that Doug?" asked Jazzie my sister at the kitchen table as I entered

"A friend." Was all I replied before turning on my heel to go to my small room

I threw my bag on my bed and kicked off my shoes quickly pulling out my guitar. "She said she likes the guitar…" I said strumming a chord to get warmed up. Before playing the acoustic version of Blink's Wasting Time

I'm wasting time thinking about a girl
And stealing her away from her world
She and I would run away
I think of all the things that I'd say

We'd talk about important things
And I picture it in my dreams
She'd teach me about modern art
And I'd show her it's okay to fart and

Maybe I'd impress her
By being in a band and
Maybe if I act real tough
She'd let me hold her hand and
Maybe I'll win her heart
By writing this song about her

Sometimes I sit at home and
Wonder if she's sitting at home
Thinking of me and wondering if I'm
Sitting at home, thinking about her
Or am I just wasting my time

Remembering how she laughed at Kinko's
When I made fun of that guy
Remebering the look she gave me
When I told her that I used to fry

I really want to ask her out
But my ego could never take it
And even if I got the balls
You know that the Cougar would never make it

And in my town you can't drive naked

And maybe I'd impress her
By being in a band and
Maybe if I act real tough
She'd let me hold her hand and
Maybe I'll win her heart
By writing this song about her

Sometimes I sit at home and
Wonder if she's sitting at home
Thinking of me and wondering if I'm
Sitting at home, thinking about her
Or am I just wasting my time

Am I just wasting my time
Am I just wasting my time
Am I just wasting my time thinking about a girl

"It's love!" yelled Jazzie outside my door

"Mum!" I whined "Make Jazz go away!"

"Behave you two!" way her muffled reply

"Haha, I won this round Jazz." I thought evilly "What are you gonna do now, Sis?"

"Hey Mum, I saw Dougie talking with the new girl across the street today…" she hinted

"Dougie is that true?" mum sounded surprised

"Jazz…you suck." This whole conversation was happening while I was on the other side of the door, mind you "Yeah, Mum, I was."

"Is she nice? I saw her wearing a shirt with that band you like's name on it, Blank-152 was it?" I sighed

"Bl—INK- one EIGHTY-two, Mum. That's her favorite band also and yes she is nice." I said in a bored tone

"What's her name?" asked Jazzie eagerly

"Marissa Unity Scarlet Inall but some people call her Claire." I could hear Jazz trying to pick the lock on my door, well she might have succeeded but I had a chair propped up against it

She stopped "How did they get Claire outta all that?"

What can I say, people, we're related.

"That's what I asked but then I just decided to call her Music, ok? Now leave me alone!" I glared at the door while being surprised I wasn't burning wholes

"Music? M-u-s…Oh I get it—that's cute!" cooed my mother "I'm going over to say Hello!"

"No, No, No, NO, NO, NO, NO!" I yelled in my head "That's ok Mum, why don't you give them some time to adjust? They did moved all the way from America…"

"Maybe you're right…" she hesitated

"No time like the present!" chimed Jazzie "can I go, too?"

"How about we all go?" damn it

Sorry, sorry! This chapter is a little longer than the other but still kind of short, sorry! I think I said sorry enough.

RXR ^-^

-OD98