Alright, so I have this chapter and all the way to chapter 14 written out in word. I've hit a teeny tiny bump in the road so I've decided to just spend the next couple of days posting a chapter a day before writing any more out in word. Just know that once chapter 14 comes the updates will be more spread out… but by then I should at least have chapter 15 done…
Haha but once chapter 15 is done I shouldn't have tiny writers block anymore!
Let me explain. I have a serious plan for this story. Like I know the climax and I know how I want it to end and EVERYTHING. It's just… getting to that point that I'm having trouble with. I don't want to rush it, you know? So I'm just a tad bit stuck. Don't worry I'll figure it out.
Gahhh long A/N. SORRY! Here's the story.
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The next day, I did everything in my power to avoid running into Andrea and Jake. I wished that I could just tell them how proud I was of McFly and how I was related to Danny Jones and everything else that I hid from them. Half of me knew they wouldn't understand and didn't want to loose them. Was it pathetic that I still enjoyed their friendship?
"Hey Em? Did you ever call that Tom guy to thank him for the massive strawberries?" Amanda asked from her spot on her bed, looking over at me curiously. I glanced up from the paper I was writing, shooting a confused look in her direction.
"Um… no, actually. Should I?" Would he be expecting something?
"Well, I think so. It was quite sweet, wasn't it? Definitely a keeper, that one." She nodded her head, assuringly.
"But we're not together or anything."
"Do you want to be?" Her question took me off guard, shockingly. I had never once pictured myself with any of Danny's friends. They had all sort of been like friends of my own, just to joke with and hang around. Something inside me had always thought they'd be off limits anyway. Was it at all possible for Tom and I to be anything?
"Well… I never really thought about it-"
"I think he has though. I think he likes you!" Amanda sang, smiling widely.
"But… things are a bit difficult with us. He's… friends with my brother." I stated, hoping to not give away too much information.
"You have a brother?" Amanda asked, confused.
"Yeah… and they're friends. Don't you think that'd be kind of awkward?" I asked, trying to distract her.
"Well, maybe your brother would give him blessings. If he thinks this guy is cool enough to be his friend then he should trust him enough to be with you."
"That's not what I'm worried about… Da-David can just be over protective sometimes." David - one of Danny's middle names. It wasn't too much of a give away, right?
"David should learn to trust you, too. When's a better time then now, right?" She shrugged her shoulders, sliding my phone across the floor to my bed.
I had actually thrown it there when Andrea had tried calling me. Amanda was now aware of our little feud.
I sighed and bent down, picking the small plastic device up off the floor. I scrolled through my contacts, resting upon Tom's number. I would just have to hit the little send button… that was it… Oh what was I thinking? He'd probably be with Danny! I couldn't call him when they were together-
Amanda had come up behind me and pressed my thumb onto the green button.
"Amanda!" I gasped as the call connected.
"Say hello!" She mouthed, looking excited.
I took a deep breath and put the receiver to my ear. It rang a few times before anyone answered.
"Hello?" Tom's cheerful voice broke through, sounding pleased. I smiled a little bit as a reaction.
"Hey, Tom, it's Emily."
"Hey, Em! What's up?"
"I wanted to thank you. For the fruit basket? Yeah, thanks." God, could I sound any more awkward?
"No problem, really. I love those things. They always make me feel better."
"No kidding. Those strawberries were like mutants monsters."
"They're the best part, definitely. They could easily save a suicidal man from jumping off a building with their wonderful taste."
"They could probably distract a world leader from hitting the nuclear war button."
"They could cause someone who can't eat strawberries to cry."
"Why are all your metaphors so sad?"
"Dude, yours was about nuclear destruction."
"Oh touché, my friend."
"… If dropped into a third world country, those strawberries could end world hunger."
"Then we better get dropping, huh?"
"Yes. I'm not sure why people haven't thought of it sooner."
"Because no one is quite as intelligent as us, Tom."
"Now I'm a bit worried…"
"Don't worry. You'll right the world with your wonderful music skills." I shut up once the words left my mouth and I glanced over to Amanda quickly. She hadn't even noticed the slip up. That was close.
"Now I'm even more worried. You shouldn't have that much faith in me."
"Would you feel better if I said it's the other three that I have my faith in?"
"Ouch. And to think I sent you mega mutant strawberries."
"Which are all gone, by the way. My roommate and I devoured them."
"I'm glad you liked them. You deserved a nice pick-me-up after your night, and I figured flowers were too cliché. Not as delicious either, yeah?"
My breath caught in my throat at the mention of flowers. Hadn't Amanda mentioned something about them?
"Definitely. I might've been even more offended if you sent flowers, actually. Good choice with the fruit."
"Ha! I got lucky then, huh? Did you know there's such thing as a cookie-gram? I came across it when I was looking up the fruit order."
"A cookie-gram? That's quite smart, actually."
"Meh, I guess. Why wouldn't the person just make the cookies themselves, though? It's not that hard."
"It's all in the delivery, I think. Though, homemade cookies are the best. My friend gave me one of hers yesterday-" I cut myself off from thinking about Andrea. "It was good." I finished, boringly.
"Cool. Hey… actually, how are you at baking?"
"Depends… is this going to be a sexist question?"
"Far from it… I think."
"It's okay, I'm curious now. I'm decent at baking, why?"
"Well, you know how our tour ends in like… two more days?"
"Yeah?'
"Well, our manager thought that it would be 'like, the coolest thing in the world ever' if we threw a party for everyone who helped us out. Apparently my house was designated the party house and because it's for a bunch of old people it won't really be that much fun, Fletch wants me to bake things for them." I could hear Tom shaking his head on the end of the phone, insulted. "He won't even let me buy things."
"Wow, Fletch can be a harsh manager sometimes, huh?"
"You have no idea. Anyways, would you like to help me bake, Miss. Jones? None of the guys even know how to turn on the oven and I would really enjoy the company."
I considered it for a moment, slightly excited. It would be my first time hanging out with Tom without Danny there to supervise or mediate. It would all be so new…
"Sure, I'd love to help you. Anything to thank you for the freak-of-nature strawberries."
"Awesome. How about if I call you in a few days when I'm home? The so-called party is on Friday. What're your classes for Thursday?"
"I have morning courses but my afternoon's free." I stated, smiling. Amanda whipped her head up from her book, her eyes wide with excitement and curiosity.
"Awesome. Would you need me to pick you up or can you get here?"
"I'm actually a pro at taking the bus. You'd be amazed." Tom laughed, causing my smile to widen.
"All right, then. I'll shop for the massive amounts of flour and other outrageous shit while you bus it over here around two, yeah?
"Sounds like a plan."
"Great. See you Thursday, Em."
"Bye, Tom." I sighed, hanging my phone up happily.
"Oh my gosh, you have a date." Amanda ran over to my bed, jumping down on it enthusiastically. I rolled my eyes, trying to hide my own excitement.
"Well… no. I'm going over to his place Thursday to help him bake for this stupid old people party for his work. I'm not sure if it's actually a date."
"Dude, I heard super flirting on your end of the phone. It's definitely a date."
"Thanks, Amanda." I blushed, hoping Tom hadn't noticed.
"No problem, girl."
