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I'm quite sure I had brain damage.

Or, possibly, no brain at all.

I mean, how could I be so… stupid?

It wasn't so difficult, was it? Stay sober and keep my panties on.

But noo… Bloody Astaire had to abandoned me for some not-even-worth-a-groupie singer of some stupid Hunter band that she had dated and let me get plastered.

That's right, it's all her fault.

Yeah, perfectly logical.

Astaire's fault.

Oh, I'm so going to kill her once I'm back to my hotel!

That little bloody slu-…

"Hey! Are you listening?"

My first impulse was to say no. Just like that. After all, that blonde man had being annoying me since I could put some clothes on; not my clothes, because those were A) cabaret-girl-blushing worth material, and B) the skirt completely lost in mission and the blouse ripped in two.

And because I wasn´t really listening.

But then I thought about my answer better and nodded. "Yes, of course. Why would I being not listening to you? You have such a hypnotic voice that I can't just resist it!" I said, smiling sweetly. The boy sitting next to me snickered at my commentary.

"Couldn´t you get yourself a girl who wasn't a smart-aleck? Do that for me next time, please. I can´t stand them." The man said almost sighing.

"Alright, then. I'm not going to impose myself any longer; we don´t want you having a heart failure or something. So I'm just going to pick up my clothes…" or whatever is left of them. "… and I'm going to get ou-"

"No! You're going to stay there until we sort this up." He ordered me. I glared at him, thinking about how far I could go in killing him without being caught. But then he added hastily. "Please." Maybe he had realized I held the power in that conversation and he better do as I pleased because…

Oh…

Oh!

Yes! I held the power in the conversation! But why was that? Did I sleep with Prince Harry?!

I looked at the boy with long hair who I gad waked up next to, and I shook my head no. He wasn´t redhead, and he was more… rock star or something like that. Or maybe even…

Oh, no!

"Oh, my god, please tell me he's not one of the Jonas Brothers and you want to make mw disappear of the map because every Disney thing is completely sex and alcohol free and I'm a black spot in their pure and perfect file forgetting the SEX in the Lion King and Vanessa Hudgens nude and Miley Cyrus' pictures!!!" I pleaded at the man who was lecturing me.

The four males in the room looked at me as if I had just popped out of the bathroom, until one of them (who, mind you, was extremely cute AND he had one of those yummy expansive piercings things in his ear…. really yummy… And… Oh! And he also was the one who had spoke when he entered the room… Yeah, he had a sexy voice, right? Hot. Then why…? Yeah, ok, back to the telling) started snickering, and ten seconds later, the whole room was laughing.

At me.

Well, that was a good thing even when they were mocking me.

They weren't the Jonas and they didn´t want to kill me.

That was a really good thing.

Or at least a good thing. Maybe not that good, but good nonetheless.

"Then why is such a big problem, huh? And what are you, their bodyguard or something like that?" I wondered. They only laughed more; I was starting to get annoyed by that. "Ok, fine. Since I can´t get out of here and you won´t explain me a thing, you can mock me all you want. Stupid assholes." I muttered.

"Uh, feisty! You sure pick them well, Dan!" One of them, with short hair, said, grinning. I did the mature thing and show him my middle finger.

"Alright, you." I turned toward the other blonde, who seemed to be brothers with the older blonde who was lecturing me. "Let me go before I screamed again that you're trying to rape me. And since you're all so worry that this don´t come out, then you-…"

"Be cool, girl." He smiled softly, with only one dimple. Where the hell had his other dimple went to, huh?

As I was about to voice out loud that question, Blondie number 1 interrupted me. "We're not keeping you here because of a one night stand with Danny here. Think about it, why would we do such a thing? There mustbe another reason, right?"

"I don´t know. For all I know, you could be plain psycho... Wait. Thinking about it, you are plain psycho." I stated, but I knew there was something more and maybe, maybe, he was right. But the only think I could think of was too terrifying to even look at my fi…

Oh, BLOODY HELL!!!

I didn´t faint because I was sitting, but I'm sure I paled a whole of a lot, and being me of really fair skin, I was quite sure I resembled a ghost. Even the boys looked worried, and the one with the short hair sitting next to me, put a hand on my shoulder.

"You're not going to faint, right? Are you ok?"

"She's having a heart attack! Danny, it's your fault!" The one with the hot piercing muttered, elbowing Danny.

I couldn´t answered that, because I was feeling the tears forming on my eyes. I was shock and my eyes were fixated to me right hand. It was bad enough that I had had a drunken one night stand, but I also have to do such a stupid thing?

I looked at my right hand scared, with a silver little ring on a very specific finger, meaning I was…

"Marry?" I whispered, my eyes fixated to the ring, my head down.

"Well, it seems that's right. We even have a certificate." Danny said, handing me a piece of paper. But I didn´t grabbed it, and instead I jerked away of it as if it was a big cockroach.

If I saw it on paper, then it was real and irrevocable.

And that couldn't be real.

"Break it. Eat it, burn it, I don´t care. But I'm not married. That's a lie." I said trying to sound firm and collected, but my voice trembled and broke somewhere in the middl of that dreadful word. I was afraid I would start crying in a matter of seconds, so I bit my lower lip to prevent that from happening.

"Hey… Hey. Don't cry…" Said the boy next to me, moving his hand up and down my back soothingly and maybe a little awkwardly. I recollected myself easily, and cleaned the tears out of my face.

The boys were, if it was possible, more shock than myself for seeing me cry.

I counted to ten in my head, analyzing every aspect of the situation. It was obvious that they were famous, why would they keep me there, otherwise? And it was obvious they wanted something else, too.

I suspected what they wanted. And I had always being a very rational girl, so I shook away my shock and despair easily, and when I turned to face them again, I was calm. Not really, actually, but calm enough to apparent being truly calm in the outside.

"So, what's the deal?" I said, speaking over the silence.

The blonde man that was talking to me first sat again. I didn´t see him getting up, but he sat again in front of me. I watched the boy next to me for a second before smiling at him. I remembered his facial features from somewhere, but I wasn´t sure where.

"This is how things are. The boy you're… married now, Danny Jones, is part of a band called Mcfly, and you two…" He kept talking, but since my brain was registering that little piece of information and since I was too shock to go multitasking, I didn´t hear the rest of it.

It downed on me where I had saw them once Blondie Number 1 told me the name of the band. Astaire was a huge fan of them, and I had being condemned to hear every single of their songs in our trip here.

"Oh, my god, you're the band that took upon Busted fans!" I exclaimed surprised, pointing at them. I myself was a huge Busted fan (come on, you have to love Late Night Sauna!), so I knew about it. Almost every fan the trio had turned to be a McFly fan once Busted break up (Please, three seconds of silence for them……… There).

"Mm… Yeah, I guess…" Blondie Number 1 said a little confused and taken aback for my outburst. "Do you want to know what happened or are you going to keep interrupting me?"

"Sorry…" I muttered slowly.

"Good. You see, Danny's life is constantly in the spotlight since he's so famous right now (even when you didn´t recognized him)." And he had the nerve to say that in an accusatory tone. Asshole. "So this… thing you two had yesterday-"

"Please don´t tell me it reached the news! Please don´t tell me that!" I snapped, closing my eyes as a reflex. But the chances of me getting my way FOR ONCE were near minus 100, and that's why Blondie 1 shrugged and gave me a red-top nonchalantly. In front page, there was a picture of a couple completely engrossed in their kissing, with their hands everywhere on each other, and across it, in big bold letters it read "DANNY JONES' VEGAS AFFAIR?".

Guess who the couple was.

"Fuck." I said watching the British tabloid, and opening it in the pages indicated for the article. It was a two pages, central pages, article, with a picture of the boy and me laughing as we went up some stairs in some place I didn´t remembered at all, and other picture in the streets, when I was getting a piggy-ride from him, laughing our butts off. The article said something about a really pretty girl that the gorgeous Danny Jones had approached last night, and it added that apparently, they're already knew each other. To end with a red ribbon, cherry on top and all, it read : Is this girl Danny's secret steady girlfriend? Or, maybe, dare I say it, will he returned married?

I felt like drowning myself in the tub when I read that.

But as soon as I downed it all, I got angry at the boy. He could have stopped that. Hell, he had to have stopped it!! He was famous; he should know the risk of involving other peoples in his life! Stupid egotistical bastard.

"It's your fault! You bloody moron, why the hell did you think it was a good idea?! Now I'm in some front page of a BLOODY BRITISH TABLOID!" I yelled. Yes, I was in hysterics again. "BRITISH!!" I added to make my point. "I didn´t even went to England before!!"

Shut it girl, be cool. Relax. You can do it. Stop it!

I breathed deeply to try and calm myself down; the boys were so surprised with my sudden outburst that they hadn't say a thing.

Blondie 1 stood up and indicated the boys toward the door. "I think it's best if only the both of us discussed this. In private." He said, almost dragging them out of the place. When they were out, Blondie 1 turned to me.

"Well? Go on. I'm sure you want something out of me, and I'm sure I won´t like it one bit, so spill it out quickly so I can go kill myself and end this bloody punishment that karma is giving me for laughing at that stupid first year in my senior year of high school."

Blondie 1 cleared his throat, and I had the feeling he was trying hard not to laugh. "The real issue here is that Danny has been subject of rather nasty rumors in the past. His entire credibility had being put on edge by some attention-sick girls in the past three months, since the group decided to open their own label. He cannot take another gossip, much less about a drunken marriage, because it will ruin the little reputation he has left to work on the business network. Danny cannot be viewed as a juvenile boy getting drunk every night and getting married just for the heck of it. Do you understand?"

"Yes." I answered, shaking my head. In other words, he couldn´t be another Britney Spears. "But I don´t like it one bit. I'm afraid to ask, but… What do you want me to do?"

Blondie 1 laughed, and a devilish smirk appeared on his face. "I'm glad you wondered about it, because I do have a solution." He said slyly. I feared for the worst. "If, say, instead of being a drunken mistake, you were his secret love from years now, and decided to fully commit with each other taking the opportunity you were in Vegas…"

I stared at him utterly surprised. Even when I was expecting it, it was a shock hearing it out loud. "Do you want me to stay married to him?" I asked, just to make sure of it.

Blondie 1 nodded. "But only for a while. Then you can say you got tired of his tours around the world and couldn´t stand it anymore, and you get the divorce. You only need to pretend for the public eye, just look like you two love each other dearly."

No way.

That was completely crazy.

He couldn´t be seriously asking me to stay married. Not to pretend we were a couple, not to pretend I was his sex slave he bought in Manila or Paris. No. His wife. This was the real thing! The real torture!

Just as I was about to protest, Blondie 1 added devilishly. "Of course, there would be money involved. You will be paid for your troubles and you can have a pretty great amount of money in the divorce agreement."

"… Paid?" I repeated stupidly. Paid, as in real money? And divorce agreement, as in 50/50 and pension for life?

"Yes, of course." He said smirking and looking at me slyly. He was a devil in disguise, I was sure of it now. "How about, oh… £5.000 a week? Plus the financial agreement in the divorce."

"Um… I'm sorry to say this, but… Are you some psychopath that escaped from a mental institution in England?" He was damn crazy.

Insane sounds better.

And that was a clear proof of that, right?

"No."

"Then, you're on crack. Or something like that."

"No. I'm sane."

"You surely don´t sound like it."

"Can you think about the agreement first, please?"

I was tempted to say no and run away, but instead I nodded.

I could think about it, what would I lose if not?

This situation was absurd, but… if that amount of money was involved… I was a broken girl with no money at all, who had follow her best friend to the other side of the planet just to get a vacation and spent her last savings in it. And I was a broken college student, too, trying to get a chance in Broadway because my friends had convinced me I could and because that was how far I could get of my journalist of a family.

But if I accepted this, I could be millionaire in an instant.

It was a tempting offer, and even when my (really big) materialist side wanted to say HELL YES!, I didn´t moved for a little while. I have to pretend to be married. A couple of hour before, I couldn´t even say those words involving me without shivering, and now I was not only married, but I had the choice to be pay for it.

Besides, there was Astaire. She knew I wasn't Danny Jones' secret lover, and she had done a lot for me to have these vacations. It was true we both want to get away, but I'm sure if it wasn't for her, we would be still suffering our dull and prohibited life in Argentina.

There was my mother also. She would hate me and make me noticed it every time I saw her for not telling her I had married. And she could be a real pain in the ass if she wanted it.

Blondie kept staring at me, expectantly waiting for an answer. And, for some reason or another, I had a feeling the boys were listening behind the wall. This sucked. He was tempting me with something he knew was not easily to avoid or deny.

Maybe I could say no just to annoy them, after all, it wasn´t my fault. The tabloid said he had approached me first, right? It was his fault, then. He could deal with himself.

But… It wasn´t so easy so say no, either.

"Did you already coerce him to accept this?" I wondered.

"Yes, he agreed. He knew it was the best for him."

"Oh, great. It's all about what's better for him. But what about me? What it's best for me, huh? I'm sure it's not to be married with a pop start before 25." I snapped.

"Ok, think about this, alright? It's good for you too. You're going to be relatively famous. You're going to have contacts. Whatever you want, you probably could have it. And there's money involved, too. I'm looking after him because I'm their manager, but this deal is pretty good for you too."

I knew he was right even before asking that. But I was annoyed with myself for truly, deeply, being considering it. And I found myself nodding.

I'm really stupid when I want to but there was something in that situation… that I felt I just couldn´t get away with it.

And he was hot.

"Ok, fine… I'll… I'll do it." I whispered.

As soon as I said that, the four boys burst into the room, looking surprise. So they were listening in, eavesdropping. What a bad example for their fans! Blondie smirked, a Cheshire-cat grin in his eyes.

"You didn´t introduced yourself. That's so rude." I snapped, only to spite them.

"Oh. Sorry about that, I'm Fletch, their manager."

"Yeah, I know that already." I added, crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm Tom." The other blonde smiled, extending his hand out for me to shake. I wondered if I need to get rid of all formalities if I was supposed to be Danny Jones' wife, so I shook it confused with myself.

"Harry. Thanks for helping with this." The boy with the short hair said, smiling politely at me. I grinned back, unable to resist his cute smile.

"Dougie here." The boy with the sexy piercing said to me, closer than the rest. I saw something in his eyes, but I didn´t have time to analyzed it, because he grabbed me by the waist and hugged me. "You're Danny Boy's wife now, get rid of the formalities!" He laughed, as if he had read my thoughts. It was a little awkward, but I hugged him back for a second or two, until we broke apart.

Then I was standing in front of Danny, looking at each other uncomfortably. We were a married couple now. I didn´t want to think much about it, or my head would have explode.

Fletch didn´t give us time to be awkward, because he grabbed our hands and intertwined them, forcing us to hold on each other. He grinned. "Let me introduce to you, our dearest friends, to Mr. and Mrs. Danny Jones."

I flinched when I heard that.

"Hey! You're not call Indiana, right?· Tom asked laughing, and when I understood what he was talking about, I laughed too.

My first laugh since that morning, which was a really weird thing for me.

"No. I'm Maggie."


Am I the best or not? I'm updating the next day!! I'm so proud of myself hehehe. and I'll probably update tomorrow too! Be happy and enjoy this as you can, because afer that it comes the Boodeyman call work, school, French classes and friend's birthdays.

Thanks to my three wonderful reviewers and to all the people who read this.

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Maggie