~Okay, I'm trying to make this funny, but sorry if it's not.~

They all followed Pete into the back room, where he did all the tattoos. "Okay then, whose first?"

Suddenly all the boys were a bit scared. Harry bit back fear and stepped up. "Me. I guess."

"Alright, who are you?"

"Harry."

"Well Harry what sticker do you want?" He laid out a sketch pad out on the table. "Draw or write what you want, exactly and I'll stick it."

Harry took the pencil from him and in thick black letters he wrote 'a tattoo.' And on then wrote 'Bare.'

Pete took the paper when harry was finished and looked at it. "Where do you them?"

"I want 'a tattoo' on my wrist and 'Bare' on my foot."

Pete chuckled. "And the color?"

"Black."

"Okay then take a seat."

Harry hopped up on the chair. His heart was racing, but he didn't want his friends to know how scared he was. So he just put on a goofy smile. Pete started with his wrist first. And then his foot. In about 45 minutes he was done.

It hurt. He couldn't put his shoe back on. The tattoos were red and puffy.

Pete turned around in his chair. "Whose next?"

No one stepped forward. So Danny sucked up his fear and sat down in the chair.

"What do you want?" Pete asked him.

"Good F on my foot. Black ink."

Pete laughed. "You kids just keep on getting more creative."

With that said he got to work. Danny's didn't take long at all. About thirty minutes. Danny limped a little at first. Danny's even began to bleed just a little. He walked over and sat down by Harry. Pete turned to the remaining Mcfly boys. "Which one of you is next?"

Dougie took a deep breath. And sat down in the chair. "I uh, want 'Athelete' s' on my foot. Black ink. And I want a blue star on one ankle and then a purple on the other."

"Athelete's foot?" Pete laughed. "I think that one is my favorite so far."

Danny noticed how scared the young bass player was and picked up a small stool and sat it next to him. He sat down. And Dougie smiled. Danny smiled back. Dougie took in Pete's appearnce. He was tall, and fat, he had a long silver beard and mustache. He wore black pants, black boots, a white t - shirt, with a black leather vest over it. He even had some tattoos himself. He looked like a biker. Dougie saw a cross, and a small bible verse even. Pete finished about hour and half. Dougie and Danny got up and walked over to the couch Harry was sitting on. A perfect view of the tattoo chair.

Pete turned to Tom. "You're next blondie."

'If a 15 year old boy can get a tattoo then so can I.' Tom thought as he sat down.

"What do you want?"

"Can I draw it?"

"Sure." Pete handed him a sketch pad. In a few minutes Tom handed it back to Pete.

Pete looked at Tom's drawings. A big, thick, black outline of a star. And then in black letters was 'Big.'

"Let me guess, you want 'Big' on your foot?"

"That's right. And I want the star on my chest."

Tom showed him exactly where. Tom's star tattoo took a long time. Then Tom put his feet up so Pete could work on 'Big.'

"Wow, you do have big feet." Pete said and his friends laughed. Tom glared at him. "Oh sorry. I said that out loud, didn't I? Anyway uh, hold still then." He started to work on Tom's foot.

By the time Pete finished an hour and a half later Harry had his head thrown back against the back of the couch asleep, Dougie had his head rested on Danny's shoulder and his head rested upon Dougie's.

Tom's hurt. Bad. He had to leave his shirt and shoe off. Busted was sprawled out on the floor. Charlie leaning up against the wall, with Matt thrown over him laying on his stomach and James was rested half on Matt, half on Charlie. Tom didn't blame them. It was almost 5 A.M.

Tom went over to his band mates. He shook Danny's and Harry's shoulders. "Come on guys. Let's go back to the hotel."

Harry got up and stretched. Danny woke Dougie up. Danny got up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes while Harry and Tom went over and woke the Busted boys up. He looked back at Dougie and he was sleep again. He smiled. "Get up Dougs. Come on."

Dougie moaned, but got up anyway. He grabbed Danny's shoulders from behind and jumped on his back. "Dougie! What are doing?"

"Sleeping." His friend mumbled back.

"Oh fine whatever. How much do you weigh anyhow?"

"Umm. . . I think aroud 110 or 115. Why?"

"You're not that heavy."

"Oh good, then I get to stay up here."

"Yeah, but when I get too tired you have to carry me on your back."

Dougie giggled softy, almost asleep. "Deal."

Tom and Harry finally got Busted awake.

"Aw look at Dougie." Matt said. "He's such a baby."

That made Danny mad. He opened his mouth to yell at Matt, but Matt turned to Charlie. "Will you give me a piggyback ride? Please Chaz?"

"Uhhhh. . . No." Charlie said and walked out.

Danny smiled and shook his head. Harry and Tom walked up to him and the sleeping boy on his back.

"Ready to go?" Tom asked.

"Yeah." He adjusted Dougie on his back a little. And Dougie stirred in his sleep, wrapping his arms a bit tighter around Danny's neck.

Harry chuckled. "Got yourself a monkey, there mate?"

He chuckled back. "Close enough."

The two bands walked back to the hotel. Busted parting ways and going to their hotel across the street from the Intercontinental.

"Bye guys. Thanks." Tom waved at them. James waved back. "See you tomorr- ah!"

Matt had fallen asleep standing up and fell onto James. It sent them to the ground, which wasn't a good thing because they were in the middle of the road. Charlie walked over and picked up Matt from his pits. James got up and grabbed his feet. And they walked to their hotel, grunting and groaning while carrying their friend.

The three Mcfly boys rolled their eyes and walked into their hotel, too tired to say anything else. By the time they got to their room Danny was so tired he almost dropped Dougie. He put him in his bed and flopped down on his own, immediantly falling asleep.

~Okay, I said I was trying to make this chatper funny and I tried and I don't know if yall think it is or not. All well. Reviews?~