Summary: She was the one outcast that stood out and he was the one popular that everyone loved...they do say opposites attract.
Disclaimer: Still not owning McFly. Never will either. Doesn't surprise me. Lol. Still owning Paige, Trinity, and James. But I do not own the new girls, Dylan and Cayne. (Congrats to miserylovesme and Rachiebee!)
Note: And I know Cayne and Dylan didn't make much of an appearance (Not really Cayne) but trust me. They'll make more in later on. (:
Quote of the Day: Keep smiling,
it makes people wonder what you are up to. (:
Opposites Do Attract
Chapter 2: It's All In My Head
Wow, this week has gone by fast!
I mean, sure it was a totally normal week like any other week in my life. Okay, minus the fact that I'm still tutoring Tom, other than that totally normal.
Except we got 4 new students. Two of them apparently already knew Tom.
2 guys, Harry Judd and Danny Jones, I think that's it. Eh, I don't know, The Mullet Dude and Curly Haired Freak suit them both properly. Both populars, what a surprise. And 2 girls, Cayne Grant, she's a popular too. But she seems nice and really funny (I'd never thought I'd say that about a pop, quite strange), we sit next to each other in History, and Dylan Williams, she's one of us. Thank god, and let me tell ya, she's freakin' awesome. Oh yeah, I can see her as a friend. Though I just hope Trinity doesn't lure her into the glitter and glamour of outcastism. (I don't even think that's a word.)
But I'm so glad it's Thursday, the last day of the week for me to tutor Tom. I was so happy, you know until he decided to invite me and my friends to his house. Okay, he invited only me, but no way am I going anywhere without my gang. What possessed him to do that, well, is just beyond me. Change of heart maybe? Ha. Yeah, not likely.
Though all of them, except Dylan, have been acting really strange today. Like during Biology, Dougie kept looking at me as if he was sorry. What was seriously up with them?
So here we are, all of us being stuffed into Trinity's SUV, riding towards Tom's house. You know what is wrong with that sentence?
An over amount of things.
Trinity parked the car into Tom's driveway. I got out and stood at the end, just looking at his house. And man, is it huge! It makes mine look like a freakin' bug.
James stood beside and whispered to me, "Need anything before we go? To vent?"
I sighed and muttered back to him, "No, just a club to knock myself out with,"
He laughed and shook his head, "I don't have one of those, sorry. Come on," He took my hand and squeezed it gently. I just had to smile at him. He sure does know how to make someone happier. We all trailed up the stairs and I knocked on the door.
His butler or maid or whoever answered, "Hello, may I help you?"
Sounded like a cashier at Wal-Mart, "Umm. Yes, I suppose you could. I'm Paige Taylor. Tom invited me over, "She nodded and opened the door wider for all of us to step through.
"I'll go get Tom for you," She scurried off like she didn't think we were supposed to be here. Which, we probably don't belong.
"It's like she's never seen anything besides glamour," Dylan muttered from behind me. I laughed softly and Dougie chuckled.
"Aww, Paige Taylor," I whipped my head around to meet the brown eyes of Tom Fletcher.
"Aww crap, it's Tom Fletcher, "I made my eyes grow wide and he shook his head.
"What's with all those people?" He gestured to the pack behind me.
"My followers. You know, because everyone needs a few," I rolled my eyes, "My friends, you dimwit"
He sighed, "Whatever" He turned and walked out of the room, so I assumed he wanted us to follow him. He immediately stopped and I rammed right into him.
"Ow! God, please inform me when you are ready to stop. It would do me a great deal," I rubbed my nose.
He just rolled his eyes, "Just wait here. I have to finish practice and I'll be back,"
I scoffed, "What practice for knitting?" James snickered and I felt a push on my back.
"For a band, you retard," He turned and exited the room quickly.
"Which one is he?" Dylan asked me, gazing after him.
"The idiotic Tom Fletcher," I muttered.
"What's he in a band for?" Trinity asked, coming up next to James.
I shrugged, "Beats me," After a few minutes, mellow music started to play. Was that..? No, it couldn't be. I snuck a look into the next room and swallowed down a gasp. There was Tom, sitting on a stool, playing guitar and singing!
Dylan propped her head on top of mine, "Whoa. They're awesome!"
I shushed her and continued to listen. Right behind him was Harry and Danny. I looked to gaze at Dylan and found her staring at Danny like no tomorrow.
"Dylan, if I get drool on my head, someone seriously is washing it out herself,"
"Sorry," She muttered and stood next to me.
"Umm. Paige?" I heard Trinity ask.
"Not now, Trin. I'm listening," Then I realized the music had stopped.
"But Tom's in front of you!" She whispered angrily at me.
Sure enough, when I looked straight head of me, I came face to face with Tom's stripped shirt. Eck, he's needs better fashion sense, "H-Hi Tom," I raised my head to look at him. Why was I stuttering? It's not like I was caught stealing a cookie from the jar. Though, I'd advise you never to that in my mom's house. Didn't end very pretty.
"Paige, what are you doing?" he tilted his head. You know, I never really noticed his dimple before. And it's quite cute. Yeah, so I never ever said that. Yep, let's go with that.
"Admiring your umm. Carpet?" I'm such a bad liar. I'm gonna pay later in life for that.
He rolled his eyes and helped me stand up. Hmm. I didn't even realize I was crouching," Yeah right. Seriously, what were you doing?"
"Well, I-I heard the music. And I guess I was a bit curious. And I umm. Came and checked it out?" It was the truth, I guess.
"Whatever. Where are the rest of your friends?" What? What the hell is he talking about? I looked around and saw that they all had left. Oh bugger! Wait, no, there's Dylan...talking to Danny…yeah, I think that one is Danny. Eh, they all look alike to me.
"They left me apparently," I muttered.
He laughed," Not very good friends if they left you,"
"Least mine aren't snots," I murmured.
"What?" He looked at me.
"Nothing. I didn't say anything. Swear to it!" I declared then a felt a gentle squeeze on my hand. I looked down and found that Tom hadn't let go of my hand yet,"Umm. Tom?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I have my hand back?"
"Oops sorry," He let go and turned but I swore I saw a hint of a blush on his cheek.
Tom Fletcher blushing? For me?
Things just couldn't get any stranger.
"Now why did we leave?" Dougie asked as he and Trinity walked ahead of James.
"Because, we have to get ready for the thing for Paige!" She grumbled and ran a hand through her dark brunette hair.
"Oh right. That. That's tonight?" Trinity nodded.
"One question," James stated as he came up behind Dougie.
"What's that?" Dougie asked, glancing at him.
"How are we going to wrestle her into a dress?"
They all looked toward Trinity. She was looking at her shoes, but as if she felt their stares, she looked up,"Oh no! I'm so not doing that!"
"Why not? If you persuade her and make up some random story about why she has to. What do you have to lose?" Dougie asked in his sweetest voice. Which can be creepy at times.
"My life!" Trinity shouted, throwing her arms in the air.
"You know, don't you think she'll kill us for doing this party for her tonight?" James questioned," God knows she seriously doesn't want to see the person,"
Dougie nodded," But you can tell she's always questioning herself about meeting them," James agreed.
"I'm still not getting her in a dress," Trinity muttered.
"Oh stuff it. You're gonna do it. You need to." James said, shaking his head.
"Why don't you do it?! You've been friends with her longer. Or well both you and Dougie!"
"Because we're guys. And just because we knew her real young does not mean we are going to see her…you know," Dougie waved his hands in the air for emphasis.
"Great choice of words, Doug" James patted his shoulder and walked ahead of them.
Okay, so the whole holding hands thing my friend gave me the idea. (: R&R!