A/N: Thank goodness! I had to think of some ideas for what the boys could do while they had Jake look for Damon in this chapter, and I thought, "What if they did Jake's jobs or something?" and tada! Made this chapter. I just love the boys being all kiddy and fun-loving. :) Thanks again to McSteph for reviewing! Thanks for the shoutout too :D I'm going to read your fics as well, since you're reading mine. :) I think the next chapter will have the canon-JML movie parts already, but I'm going to add fun bits of McFly and all! Well, read away and enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the amazing band McFly or Just My Luck. I just own this story idea. :)


Luck, Love and Life

Chapter 3: Polishing Jobs and Wet Bags

Jake was very thankful the boys continued to trust him, especially with the duty given to him. The boys teased him on his remark that delivering the demo CD would be done, but would be very hard. They had to remember Jake tumbling over the table after falling off the stage to understand it, and apologized.

"Sorry, we forgot," Tom said, scratching the back of his neck. "We never met someone who implies he has bad luck and is really unlucky… physically, anyway. Wait! No, I don't mean you look ugly! You don't! But I'm saying you're unlucky when it comes to bruises and… oh, forget it!"

Tom had the hardest time finding the right words. The other three would laugh at him, telling him jokingly that he should stop trying to offend Jake. Jake, being a nice guy as he is, tells Tom he understands what he's trying to say, even if his words over exaggerate his misfortune.

"I promise, boys, I'll get to Phillips and give the CD, don't worry!" he reassured. For the past three weeks, the boys performed in the Rock 'n' Bowl on weeknights and rehearsed every morning, only taking breaks on the weekends where they either travel around the city or stay in the Rock 'n' Bowl and assist Jake in his bowling ball polishing.

"I want to play bowling now!" Danny exclaimed one Sunday. Dougie pushed him off his chair when Danny continued whining while clutching a pearlized red bowling ball. Tom had to take control of their actions while Harry couldn't care less and bowled by himself.

Jake, on the other hand, roamed around the city before and after his work shifts just to look for Damon Phillips. The wealthy client didn't really know how hard it was for Jake to pursue him, and he still didn't.

One fateful Tuesday, Jake received a call from the McFly boys and thanked them very much. They were able to invite some music clients under Damon Phillip's company, but it was still unsure if they would come. To make sure he didn't let the boys down, he continued to search for Damon. The McFly boys helped Jake by telling Jerry to give him a day off.

"You guys don't need to do that," Jake said.

"NONSENSE! IT'S OUR PLEASURE!" Tom shouted through the cell phone. Jake pushed the rim of his glasses up his nose again after getting startled. He figured the Rock 'n' Bowl was very noisy at the moment, and Tom wasn't used to it.

"WE'RE ALSO GOING TO POLISH THE BOWLING BALLS FOR YOU!" he heard Danny shout from the other end of the cell phone.

"NO! YOU DO GARBAGE DUTY!" shouted Dougie. The two boys' voices faded as Harry joined in the loud conversation.

"SHUT UP! I GET TO POLISH THEM WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!" he shouted. Jake heard Tom groan angrily, and figured the blonde Brit rubbed his temples before getting back to him.

"VERY SORRY! WE HAVEN'T TALKED ABOUT OUR JOB DISTRIBUTION! NO NEED TO THANK US!" Tom shouted.

"It's alright. Just make sure you don't swallow the gum when you scrape it off the tables," he replied.

"WHAT?!"

"Tom, tell Jerry to lower the volume of the speakers and good luck on your jobs! I'll pay you boys!" he said, shouting as loudly as he can to the phone. It was very unusual for him.

"OH! I'LL GET YOU SOME TOYS?"

"NO! Just, see you guys later!" Jake shouted. Tom ended the call and Jake relieved his ears for a short moment before grabbing his safety backpack. He wore his beanie and several layered jackets before leaving. He found Katy standing alone outside their place, clutching her schoolbag, her pants damp and her lunchbox broken. Jake took out a brown paper bag and gave it to her.

"Isn't this your emergency barf bag?" Katy asked, her brown eyes scanning him dubiously.

Jake merely laughed. "Well, it is, but I never used it. Put all your food in it, so your books won't smell like…"

"Bologna sandwich and fried rice," she continued. "Thanks Jake."

He left Katy waiting for her school bus as he went around the corner of the street. He found a large, dark-skinned man wearing a brown fur coat walking around with a leash holding a tiny dog.

"There he is, Damon Phillips."

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Meanwhile, the McFly boys didn't get used to wearing matching uniforms and working in the bowling alley formally. They would assist Jake on occasion, especially just to beat boredom. Polishing bowling balls was their favorite "part-time" duty, and while Jake goes around the city to find Damon Phillips, Tom found a headache from Danny and Dougie's quarrel over the job.

"I want to polish the bowling balls!" Danny shouted, gripping the dry cloth he would be using.

"You're bloody horrible when it comes to returning it on the shelf or the ball-return!" he snarled through gritted teeth. Harry was snickering as he scraped gum off the bottom of the tables. He avoided each as they fall, and one almost landed in his mouth.

"Shut it, guys! Why won't you settle this through rock-paper-scissors or something?" Tom asked, already pleading them to solve their problems. His head was pounding crazily and he needed to do his part of the job deal.

"Just let them solve it for themselves, Tom," Harry shouted from afar. "C'mon, and you're the smart one. I'm already done with five tables and you haven't polished ANY bowling lane! You're just lucky I'm not fighting over the job unlike earlier!"

"HA! I won!" Dougie shouted. Danny groaned in anger and felt his chair topple off balance. He found his arm crushed by body weight and stood up.

"Fine, I'll just polish the bowling lanes," he said.

"HEY! That's MY job!" Tom barked. He needed not more job stealing in one day.

Danny stomped his feet like a child and sat on the chair. "I don't want to do garbage duty!" Before Tom could respond, Harry snorted loudly as he moved to his 6th table for chewing gum removal.

"Either that or you clean the loo!" he jeered.

"Shut up, Harry! You know, you can fix the bowling pins and clean them too," Tom said. "Much easier than polishing the bowling balls."

"I still want to clean something," Danny said, "Make something shine, you know."

"Then clean the loo!" joked Harry. Danny simply rolled his eyes and looked for some gloves before starting his job. Tom, on the other hand, whacked Harry multiple times with Dougie's dry cloth.

"Give that back!" Dougie spat angrily. "This is for my job so use your own equipment!"

Harry made sure he was far from Tom as the blonde turned on the floor buffer and polished the first lane. Danny was able to finish fixing the bowling pins of the first lane before Tom started polishing it. Dougie happily squirted and cleaned pearlized and non-pearlized bowling balls of different colors, once trying to make Danny jealous but ended unsuccessfully as the Bolton boy happily rubbed dark stains off the pins.

Later on, the boys teamed up for the hardest job that they had to do for Jake – clean the lavatories. Harry was positively excited to hear Danny was going to clean, until Tom popped his positive bubble and said they would all be cleaning it.

"No wonder Danny said yes," he muttered under his breath, pushing a yellow mop bucket with a mangle across the floor from the equipment room.

"Don't complain, I don't want to do this too," Dougie told him, clutching a heavy bucket and four toilet brushes.

"Who would?!" Danny asked. They all glared at Tom, who had the idea of helping the other workers by doing this chore.

"I know you guys are glaring at me, so stop. We're going to get paid too, after all!" Tom said. He knew they understood and nodded in agreement as they started to talk about the bright side of the job.

Unfortunately for them, Tom gave up, tossing the toilet brush across the cubicles and landed onto Danny.

"Yuck!" he exclaimed, his Bolton accent as thick as it could be. "TOM! Why did you throw it?! You're lucky it landed on the uniform! If it didn't, you're going to eat the brush you threw!"

Harry and Dougie snickered as they rubbed the sinks and mirrors with soapy water.

"Can't we exchange cleaning duties, Harry? Dougie? Please?" Tom begged from inside a cubicle. He sounded like he was pinching his nose to avoid the smell of toilet overwhelming him.

"Nope, we're pretty satisfied, thank you," Dougie replied, grinning from ear to ear.

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On the other side of the city, Jake was running, holding up his pants and bag as more cars obscured his path. He couldn't go across the pedestrian lanes either, as each person he bumps pushes him back to the sidewalk, to his dismay. And whenever the pedestrian lanes clear up, the traffic light remained green until a pack of people arrive. He took a chance and ran, pushing the people away from him. A gigantic man who liked like a body builder collapsed on the ground as Jake shoved him. He covered his black eyeglasses in hopes the man wouldn't remember him in the future.

"Watch where you're going, you – "

The man swore so loudly, a taxi screeched and almost collided with Jake's thighs.

"You deserve it!" and the man cursed at him again. The taxi honked at the body builder and Jake pretended he knew nothing of what happened as they engaged in a heated argument. He passed the sidewalk shops and avoided taking a single glance at the fancy merchandise or pawn shops. He lost track of Damon Phillips and had to catch up with him once again.

As he took a turn and entered a new block, he jumped and fell over backwards as he bumped two girls holding two Starbucks coffees and hit his head on the ground. He heard the girls gasp and the next thing he knew was his bag and his jacket was stained by very hot coffee.

"HOT!" he screeched. The girls helped him up; one of them was a blonde who had short hair and a pink streak on it and beside her a long-haired brunette holding a briefcase and a small shopping bag containing clothes.

"Oh my gosh, we're so sorry!" the blonde gasped. Jake helped them by carrying his weight and stood up immediately. The brunette rolled her eyes and returned his backpack.

"Wow, this is pretty heavy!" she said. She bent down, hoping the weight wouldn't crack her high heels. Jake took it immediately and nodded at them.

"Thanks for the help, and I'm terribly sorry if I wasted your time and coffee," he apologized. The blonde beamed at him and the brunette simply nodded. "Now, if you'll excuse me, ladies, I really have to go." He spotted the chubby man with the familiar fur coat and little dog and trotted towards them.

"Wait! What's your name?!" he heard the blonde ask. He resisted the temptation to answer and sprinted across the pedestrian lane which was luckily free for him to pass. He found himself in front of a giant skyscraper and almost fainted with the height.

"Mr. Phillips! What a pleasure!" he heard two men exclaim, taking Damon's coat and dog leash.

"Mr. Phillips! Mr. Phillips!" Jake shouted, scurrying quickly. He was too excited and anxious in catching up to him that he didn't notice a banana peel lying in front of him just beside a trash bin. Jake, of all the people, knew the feeling of slipping on it, and fell on his rear on the cold cement. That didn't stop him though, as he did his best to soothe the painful feeling through affirmation with the mind and entered the building through the revolving doors, only to be kicked out – literally – by the security guards.

"But I have an appointment with Damon Phillips!" he cried.

"Liar," said one of them.

"He doesn't have ANY appointments today AT ALL," the other one hollered, and he kicked Jake on the rear and went back in the building.

Getting used to bad luck was one thing for Jake, but whenever he really needed to do something very important and gets hindered by unluckiness, he didn't bother to remain calm. He was living in one of those moments.

"AND WHAT?! What's the next worse thing that could happen today?" he bellowed as he stared at the sky. Two large dark clouds stirred together, and a pitter-patter of footsteps and cascading raindrops echoed in his ears.

"I'm so sorry boys," he thought. "But I'm not giving up."

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"TOM!"

Jerry Mac became very frustrated as he watched the British boys pick up the trash bins and nervously shuffled around their obvious leader, who didn't bother to help. He just placed the thought on his head that these boys are going to help their business fly like a rocket sky-high. And at least most of the guests and customers didn't see their little arguments over jobs and food breaks.

"I don't want to touch it!" exclaimed the blonde. Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed the lid off the trash bin.

"It's easy. You will just pick up the plastic and come with us outside to dispose them," Dougie instructed like a kindergarten teacher. "Do you understand now, Tommy Tension?"

Tom glared at him and stuck his tongue out. "Don't call me that! And I'm not afraid! I just… think it's very unhygienic," he responded.

"We can all wash our hands ten times after we throw them, Tom," Danny said. "I'll be the one to open the lid of the trash outside."

"I thought I was," Harry said. Danny smirked evilly.

"Really? Then thanks for volunteering!" he jeered, dancing around like an overexcited monkey. Dougie chortled as Harry's face turned red.

"Danny, I hate you," he said.

"That's so sweet of you," Danny answered in a flattered tone. Tom laughed and didn't notice Dougie grab his hand and made it grip onto a plastic filled with disposables and other garbage. Tom finally noticed and winced.

"Don't worry, you clean freak!" Dougie exclaimed. "The dirt is in the plastic!"

After gathering all the plastics filled with rubbish and junk, the boys ran outside the Rock 'n' Bowl and admired the mix of blue and orange at the sky while walking closer to the trash disposals. A whip of strong wind lashed Danny in the face and he fell over Tom.

"What was that for?!" Tom screeched. He received his answer when a strong whoosh of wind blew their path. Dougie and Harry managed to drop the biggest plastics they held and the trash smothered their feet and Danny's pants.

"Gross! This is very disgusting!" Danny shouted, dusting pieces of waste and junk off his blue uniform.

"It's a very sunny afternoon, so why the heck did it become windy?" Harry asked angrily. They helped Danny up and watched the pieces of trash flee as the wind became stronger. Tom tugged Harry and Dougie's shirts and pointed at the distance. Rain fell over them soon enough.

"Look, it's Jake!" Tom exclaimed.

Jake walked closer to them and waved sheepishly.

"Jake, what happened? Did he get it?" Dougie asked.

The man faked a grin before telling the truth. "Eh… well… no. The guards kicked me out before I was able to get a hold of him."

"WHAT?!" they shouted in unison. The rain added in the annoyance the boys felt at the moment.

"This is the 3rd week, Jake!" Harry shouted.

"Almost a month!" Danny added. "Wait… it's almost a month, right?"

Harry and Dougie smacked Danny on the head and Tom pushed him at the shoulder.

"Of course it is!"

"I can't believe you're this thick," Harry joked. Danny rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't be that thick if you guys stopped hitting me on the head. I lose brain cells because of that," Danny huffed. He crossed his arms as Dougie teased him even more.

"You have brain cells?"

Tom smacked Dougie on the head. "That's one less brain cell for you. Anyway, Jake, are you sure you're going to get Damon Phillips the CD? We haven't any progress at all in promoting our album! Sure we ask some customers in the Rock 'n' Bowl to buy our CDs and recommend them to everyone, but it's not enough."

"I know, I know, but I'll do my best, I promise. I won't fail you guys, because even if I am the Mayor of the Unlucky Town, I can still fulfill my duties and pledges, especially important ones."

"Speaking of bad luck, isn't this a horrible weather?" Danny added.

Jake nervously scratched the back of his neck. "I… kind of had that rain cloud following me from the other side of the city."

"Well, let's just hope it won't go in the Rock 'n' Bowl! But then, clouds don't fit in there," said Danny. Harry almost kicked him with that remark.

"Danny, rain clouds CAN'T go inside buildings!" Tom screeched.

"You don't have to be mean to tell me that," Danny whimpered.

The boys threw the trash and led Jake inside the Rock 'n' Bowl, helping him carry his coffee-stained backpack and personally cleaned his smudged up glasses after asking Jerry for their payment on the jobs. Jake reassured to himself he would be able to help them once and for all, seeing as the boys were really nice to him even if he failed them for a month.


The "brain cells" jokes made by McFly are inspired by their behind the scenes of JML. Haha, I just love Danny so much! And I just can't stop writing Jake's bad luck moments. It's quite enjoyable actually. xD Oh, and I have to apologize, since I thought the manager of the Rock 'n' Bowl's name wasn't mentioned so I called him Jerry, until I realized he was called Mac! So yeah, I combined the names to avoid some problems. xD And yes, the girls Jake bump to in this chapter are Maggie and Dana, but Ashley's out of the picture first. She'll come soon though, as well as more McFly madness! Please R&R, no flames hopefully. :) Stay tuned for the next chapters!