A/N: Okay, like I said, this is the chapter where canon-JML movie scenes appear. Filled with lots of McFly and coffee talk, and the scenes where Jake has the worst streak of bad luck finding Damon Phillips. Thanks again to McSteph for reviewing! :D I'm gonna give shoutouts and thanks to everyone who reviews. :) I'm pretty happy with this story. I can't stop writing the McFLY scenes, and Jake's fun to write too. And yes, Ashley Albright will come soon. She'll arrive before the 10th chapter, honest. :) Well, read away! It's one of the craziest McFly chapters I made because of coffee. xD
Disclaimer: I don't own McFLY, Starbucks, Dunkin' Donuts, or Just My Luck. I just own this nifty idea.
Luck, Love and Life
Chapter 4: Coffee and Jailhouses
It was the last day of the 3rd week McFLY waited and spent their time in the Rock 'n' Bowl to wait for Jake's promise to be fulfilled. The boys expected more after 3 weeks, but it turned out they were the ones who made the appointment to get a record deal while Jake roamed around and unsuccessfully tried his best to catch Damon Phillips and end up hurt every time.
"It was a good idea to set up an appointment with those record dealers, Tom," Danny said, grinning as he sipped his cold chocolate shake. "We could get Damon Phillips' attention soon!"
"Of course. I had to think of something so Jake wouldn't tire himself and get more bad luck," replied Tom.
"Tom, can you pass the Oreos?" Dougie asked, his mouth filled with egg sandwich bits.
"Would you like some milk with that too?" Tom joked, handing over the dark chocolate cookies. Dougie chugged down his cup of water before eating the cookie delicacy.
Harry made sure Tom didn't steal his coffee, which remained untouched for the end of his meal. He saw the older boy eye down his coffee cup and asked himself why he didn't order a smoothie or juice. Danny might've been smarter than him for that because he knew Tom's addiction to coffee, especially Starbucks, and bought chocolate shakes to replace coffee in the Rock 'n' Bowl.
"Harry, is that a Frappuccino?" Tom asked all of a sudden. Harry shook his head. "I thought you only like Starbucks?"
"What do they sell in Starbucks? Coffee, and you have coffee right there," the blonde responded.
"This is why I love to buy chocolate shakes in the morning here, Doug," Danny whispered to Dougie.
The youngest boy nodded. "I don't bother to order. I just ask for water."
"I wonder what Jake's up to now. He's our American manager now, so we should be concerned," Danny said, taking another small sip with his straw of his chocolate shake.
"Probably hunting Phillips down," replied Harry, finally chugging down his coffee, to Tom's dismay. "And I predict he might fall in a fountain today. If he does, you're going to pay me a dollar, Dougie." His best friend snorted in his glass of water.
"Never going to happen, Harry."
"I want some more coffee," Tom mumbled, staring at his and Harry's empty coffee cups. Danny decided to give Tom a treat by offering to buy him a Starbucks Java Chip Frappuccino. Tom asked if he could get a Peppermint Mocha Frappuccino instead. Dougie and Harry raised their eyebrows at him, until Danny caved in and said he was going to buy them their coffees of their choice.
"But the coffee's not Starbucks. I'm gonna buy your coffee here," he said. Tom laughed at the demise of the other two groaning miserably.
"At least Dunkin' Donuts coffee? Please, Danny?" Dougie begged. Danny shook his head, retorting.
"If I were to treat you guys, either you should feel gloomy like Tom or you have a condition," Danny joked. He didn't know the two would take it so seriously when Dougie punched his own leg and Harry bumped his own head.
"It was a joke!" he exclaimed, after watching the two suffer their self-torture. They instantly shot glare daggers at him until he caved in again. "Okay! Okay! I'll buy you guys Dunkin' Donut coffees. That fine to you guys?"
Dougie and Harry immediately grabbed Tom and Danny out of the Rock 'n' Bowl excitedly.
"They're just as excited as you are for coffee," Danny grumbled to Tom, the blonde chuckling nervously.
"You offered, so your fault," teased Tom. They finally realized Dougie and Harry were very fast runners as well.
JMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJML
And speaking of running, Jake wasn't far from them trying to walk faster as well. He held the CD case as tightly as he could. He passed the sidewalk, checking for things that he might bump, or people he might accidentally hurt.
"I'm the master of my universe… positive energy, positive results," he said to himself.
As he turned to check at his left, a taxi passed him quickly, and water from a puddle splattered him from head to toe. Wiping his face and glasses clean, he finally turns his sight to a tall gray building and a familiar sound of barking filled his ears. He found Damon Phillips exiting the building neatly, holding his dog's leash.
"Oh, perfect! Taking the dog for a walk," he said to himself happily. He took a deep breath and rehearsed one last time what he had to say to him.
"Good morning, Mr. Phillips. I want to introduce you to the hottest band in New York City." He grinned, raising the CD case.
"'m gonna make it, Tom," he uttered as he took a step. Water splashed around his pants as he stepped accidentally on the puddle.
"Oh perfect!" he groaned in annoyance.
He turned his head as he examined the fairly large puddle and noticed a bronze-like circle shining in the middle. He grinned as he recognized it as a coin.
"Huh." Jake scanned around for any onlookers and grinned. "Found a penny."
It was indeed lucky to find one in such places, even if it was worth a few. He bent down and heard a rip. The next thing he felt was a draft and cold wind at his backside. He exhaled in frustration as he held the ripped side of his pants and pulled it up. He took a glance at the penny and Damon Phillips walking away. As much as he would love to earn the penny, he knew what he had to do. He ran across the street, clutching and checking his pants to hide the nasty rip.
"Mr. Phillips, excuse me!" His pants slipped off and pulled it up again. It was the worst case of bad luck trying to stop him from getting to Phillips. But if he was given the task, he was lucky enough to be entrusted. And that's what kept him going on.
JMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJML
"This is the best coffee treat ever, Danny!" exclaimed Harry, closing the door as the other three sat down on their regular table at the Rock 'n' Bowl. He joined them in coffee-drinking peace as they watched customers and employees interact with each other in the biotic to biotic ecosystem-like setting were in.
"Well, you guys owe me," said Danny gruffly, chugging down his Java Chip Frappuccino. The three gave him a defiant stare until he nervously stammered out that he was joking.
"This feels just like home," Tom said in a relaxed manner, leaning on his chair like a carefree lad. Dougie sipped his tall cup of coffee and smirked at them, especially Danny.
"And we didn't waste any money on it! Sorry I can't say the same for you, Danny," he said, grinning. Danny sarcastically beamed cheekily as he imagined himself punching Dougie in the nose after infuriating him.
"Stop it, Doug. Danny's sensitive about it," Harry joked. Danny wished he didn't offer anything at all as he stared at the tiny television screen right above the counter of the Rock 'n' Bowl counter. He found it calming and ignored the jeering and taunts the other two were making about him and his treat.
"Well, I just hope Jake's coming and he got Damon Phillips the CD. We're going to practice right after this extremely long coffee break," Tom said, taking a huge sip of coffee as he stared at the tiny telly above as he sat next to Danny.
JMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJML
Jake thought to himself that he was making progress and that his unluckiness was turning around as he found Damon Phillips stopping. The man raised a piece of tiny paper Jake couldn't read, and tossed it in the trash. He continued walking and Jake found himself getting closer.
"Hi," he greeted a standing police man as he passed the stand of the statue. "Good morning," the cop replied nicely. Jake walked closer as Damon and his dog went father, and his pacing made his backpack slip off his shoulder. He pulled it up and gripped it above his jacket. He looked around, and found a 5 dollar bill in the trash. He stared around again, to avoid funny looks.
"Sweet!" he exclaimed after a short laugh. He grabbed the bill and placed it in his pocket. At least, he knew he placed it in his pocket. He raised his hand and noticed the bill was stuck on it.
"Does it have glue on it or something?" he asked himself angrily as he shook it. Seeing a brown, soft substance on it with a horrible stench meant one thing – dog poop.
"Oh… ohuoargh!" he mumbled, staring at his hand and the bill in disgust. He ran towards the park's fountain pool and asked forgiveness from Mother Nature as he shook his dipped hand quickly until the bill and the pieces of feces detached his skin. He heard the dog barking and knew Damon Phillips was going farther. He stood up and felt an unnatural weight slam onto his body. Jake tumbled down, his knees weakly trying to help, and felt his back make contact on the concrete ground, locks of hair smothering his face.
Jake rolled around and saw a girl in pink on him. "Oh, gosh, are you okay?" he asked, wincing. It was barely heard over the girl's shrieks of anger.
"I am so sorry!" The girl continued hitting him with her fists as he stood up and offered to help her up.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Let me help you up… ouch! Ow! Look, I'm helping… Let me help you up! Stop hitting me! Let me help you up! It was an accident!"
The girl finally stopped hitting him, a shocked expression crawling upon her face. Jake finally knew why when he felt a heavy load on his feet and a draft on his legs.
"Stupid pants!" he thought. It was like fate was avoiding him to help McFLY or something, and that was terrible.
"Oh my God!" the girl screeched. "HELP! HELP!"
"What does she need help for? I have the worn out pants and bad luck!" Jake yelled angrily in a thought.
"HEY YOU! STAY THERE!" he heard a muffled voice shout. It was probably the police man with a mouth full of donuts.
"This is not what… this is not good, not good," Jake said, swinging his backpack back on his shoulder. It was worse when a man in blue took a picture of it with a black camera. Finally, the cop came, trying to run while holding a donut and a cup of coffee.
"STAY THERE!"
It was best for Jake to try running while the cop dropped his donut and spilled his coffee all over his uniform. He tried to pull his pants up until the girl kicked the middle of his legs. It was like receiving an atomic wedgy while being punched in the face. He mustered all his energy and pulled up his pants and winced in pain.
"I need back up!" shouted the cop in his walkie-talkie. Jake swung his backpack again over his shoulder and tried to tell the girl that he wasn't doing anything and everything was an accident.
"Hey you, stay there!" the cop shouted again as Jake dodged a kick from the girl. He sprinted away as fast as he could and found himself at the end of the park, Damon Phillips talking in his phone and making his way inside a car.
"Sir, sir, excuse me!" he shouted as loudly as he could. He didn't care if his pants were falling. He took his chance.
"Good morning, Mr. Phillips, I have a brand new…"
He felt the words fail him as he felt a heavy pressure on his back forcing him to fall on the pavement. It wasn't too late for him as he accidentally tossed the CD and it landed right under the car. "Mr. Phillips!"
"Give me your hand, pervert!" shouted the cop. "You smell like dog poop!"
It was all over when the car door closed and the vehicle drove away, smashing the CD in the process. The sound of the cracking case was all he needed to hear before giving up for the day.
"Hey officer, could you take me to 36 Precinct? They're nice to me there," he requested. He felt relieved when luck gave him some good as the cop decided to take him to his requested station.
JMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJMLJML
Back at the bowling alley, Danny finally received payment from the three boys as they set up the entire stage for their act; Dougie wired up the amplifiers while Tom busied himself into fixing their positions. Harry fixed up the drums and Danny? Danny went bowling by himself.
"Best way to repay a treat, this is!" Danny hollered, smoothly rolling a sapphire blue pearlized bowling ball across the lane, watching it hit six pins.
"Yeah, real nice," Harry grumbled. Dougie plugged an unknown wire and a loud screech came around them.
"Wrong wire!" Dougie said, apologizing to the others.
"Doug, you did that on purpose, didn't you?" Tom asked, glaring at him. Dougie simply grinned with eyes closed, pretending to be as innocent as he could be.
"You know every single cord there and you say it's wrong?" asked Harry, jealously looking at Danny finally hitting a strike at bowling.
"Oh, don't get jealous," snapped Tom. "He deserves it."
Harry asked himself if Danny really deserved it while the Bolton boy danced around like a monkey while pressing his fingers in another bowling ball's holes. But even though it was the temporary thought in his mind, he was worrying about Jake deep inside. And that was the exact way the other three were feeling.
I've got the next chapter all planned out, so I might be updating sooner after this. Please R&R, no flames hopefully. :)