~Okay, I had no clue what to write next, until I was looking up Mcfly pics on google(Don't judge. I know you have too!) and saw Dougie's tattoo. I mean I've seen it a million times before, but I was hit with inspiration!~

Disclaimer: I do not own Mcfly or Busted, the only thing I own is Pete and his shop!(Read to find out).

Months after Ms. Poynter came to visit, the two bands had done lots of concerts and decided to celebrate. It was late in the night, almost midnight. They had been in a pub downtown.

Taking a sip of his Dr. Pepper, trying to get sobbered up a little, Matt said, "Let's go to a tattoo parlor."

"We're all underage to get tattoos, Matty." Dougie said.

"So? It's not stopping you drinkin' now is it?"

"Yeah, I don't know Matt." Tom said.

Matt pouted. "Oh come on! It'll be fun! And what band doesn't have tattos?"

"Me and Charlie don't have any." James said.

"Well I've begged you guys for years to get some tatts, but you don't want any."

Before the the other two Busted boys could answer Matt turned his attention back to Mcfly. "Well? What do you think?"

"I haven't seen you with a tattoo." Harry commented.

"Oh yeah?" Matt held out his right hand and sure enough there was an outline of a small star.

"Hm, never noticed that." Harry said sitting back in his chair and taking a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, I've been looking at that tattoo for a while now. I like it." Tom said.

"Then get ya one, mate!" Matt yelled, "No, better yet, you all get a tattoo!"

"I'm going to get 'Athelte' tattooed on my foot. As in 'Atheletes foot." Dougie joked.

"No, that's a great idea! You all get something tattooed on your foot. Like Tom can get 'Big' on his foot, because his feet are huge! I think he's related to Big Foot somehow! I mean they do look alike!" Matt yelled.

Tom swatted his friend's arm.

"What about you Judd? What can you get on your foot?"

Harry thought about it for a long time before saying, "Bare."

Matt smiled from ear to ear. "Brilliant! And what about you Mr. Danny Jones?"

Danny looked at Dougie. "Are you really going to get a tattoo?"

Dougie smiled and replied, "Yeah. Why not?"

Danny smiled too. "Fine. I'm in. And I want 'Good F' on my foot."

Everyone looked confused until Dougie laughed. "Good effoot. Good effort. That's great, Dan."

"I think I'll get a star after all, Matty," Tom declared. "On my chest. But it's going to be big."

"Good! Anyone else?"

Harry chuckled. "I have an idea. I want to get 'a tattoo' tattooed on my wrist."

Matt stared at him for a long time. "And people think I'm weird." He mumbled. "ANYWAY! Let's get going!" He stood up.

"We're still all underage though." Tom said.

"Don't worry," Matt shrugged his shoulders. "I know a guy." With that said he grabbed poor Dougie's arm and drug him out of pub roughly. Dougie stumbling and trying to keep up with the other musician.

"Poor Dougs. He always has to be picked on by Matty." Tom said and then laughed.

"What do you think we put up with." James replied.

"Come on. Let's go before he kills Doug." Charlie said getting up and throwing a few bucks down on the table.

They walked outside and saw Matt, still dragging Dougie behind him, up the sidewalk. They had to run to catch up.

"You know, Matts, I can walk on my own." Dougie said.

"And where is the fun in that?"

Dougie tripped over an uneven piece of concrete and stumbled onto Matt. It sent them flying to the ground. Dougie landed on Matt's back. Their friends burst into laugher. Laughing, Danny walked over to them, grabbed Dougie from the waist and pulled him up.

"You're such a clutz, Doug." He said.

"I thought we already went over this."

Danny chuckled.

Matt stood up and groaned. "I'm going to feel that in the morning." He rubbed his chest.

"Come on, Matty, where are these blokes going to get their tatts done?" Charlie said.

Matt turned around to face the building right behind them. He threw his arms in the air. "Right here!"

It was a small two story brick building. The sighn said, "Pete's Permenant Stickers."

"Um, I'm not so sure I wanna do this anymore." Tom said.

"Oh no, Pete is such a nice guy. He did my tattoo. Come on!" He pushed Dougie through the door. The rest of them heard a bell ring as they went throught the door.

James sighed heavily. "Let's go in before Dougie is covered from head to toe in tatts."

They all entered the shop. There were tattoos all over the walls in glass cases. Matt had Dougie up at the counter on the far side of the room. He was yelling, "Petey! It's Matty! You awake? Get your lazy arse down here!"

A big old man, with a long gray beard came down the stairs, grumbling. "What is going - Matty!" He threw his arms around Dougie, lifting him up off the ground and squeezing him tight. "Um, Pete? That's my friend Doug." Matt said.

The old man looked at Dougie in his arms. "Oops, my bad."

"It's. . . .fine." Dougie said. He couldn't breathe at all.

He released Dougie, Dougie took deep breathes, and Pete went for Matt doing to the same thing he did to Dougie. "Matty! What have you been up to?" He sat Matt back down on the floor. "Well my new mates want some stickers." He looked over at the other three memebers of Mcfly. And Dougie right beside him.

"All four of em?"

Matt nodded.

Pete cracked his knuckles and smiled. "Better get comfortable boys, this is going to be a long night."

~Okay, next chapter will be our favorite musicians getting their tattoos!~