Centennial Lovers

A/N: Who's up for some kid!McFly~?! Yay! Well kid!McFly for half of the one-shot... BUT KID!MCFLY NONE THE LESS! Aaahhhh~!

A/N 2: So this was partially based on my Mom who had a severe heart condition when she was younger. I love you, Mommy! I'm lucky to have you as my mom. :)

The Hole in My Heart

Tom was never allowed to go out. His heart condition didn't allow him too. The definition of 'going out' to Tom was usually to the doctor to check his hearts condition. It's been like this since the day he was born.

There was a hole in his heart and there was such a surgery that could repair that, but were his parents financially stable? If anything, the Fletcher family would have been bankrupt if it weren't for their rich family friends; the Judds. They paid for his checkups and medicines and the nurses that looked after Tom at home. But even so, not wealthy enough to pay for his surgery.

It seemed as though Tom would have a hole in his heart forever.

"Wanna go out, Tommy?" Eight year old Tom sighs. He knew what this meant and his mother knew what this meant too. "I don't mean the doctors you know."

Tom looked up from his half eaten bowl of cereal, he looked at his mother curiously. "What do you mean? The doctor said I'm not supposed to go anywhere else, or I'll get sick."

"Well I don't want you isolated. It's just not fair for a child who needs to be out and about. What I'm planning is a picnic, just in our backyard." Debbie smiled at her son. "I know it's just the backyard but don't you want to feel that cool summer breeze? And hear the rustle of the trees? Grass tickling your feet?"

Tom smiled and nodded, he only ever dreamed of such things. Oh, how the child wished he was normal like his sister, Carrie.

"Well go then! Enjoy yourself outside!" Tom giggled and walked to the glass sliding door. He opened the door an stepped onto the patio and breathed. He heard the birds chirp and the wind blow, something he hadn't been able to listen to since his last checkup, which was about three months ago.

Tom smiles to himself and walks down, barefooted, across the concrete then onto the grass. The grass was warm, probably because of the summer sun. He wiggled his toes and giggled some more. At this point, Tom would have been running, screaming, and jumping and all things that would express his joy after years of isolation but, again, his heart wouldn't allow it. So instead, Tom settles himself under a tree and patiently waits for his mom, dad, and sister to join him.

He took the time to take in his surroundings. The tree he was under was a rather small willow. The green grass was freshly trimmed and slightly wet with morning dew, odd since it was now 2 o' clock in the afternoon. A white picket fence surrounded and closed off the area. Nothing else stood with the exception of some garden tools and an outdoor grill. It was just the willow tree, the grass, and Tom. Tom fell silent and closed his eyes with elation.

"Hey!" Tom's eyes snapped open. He looked around, trying to locate where the sound had come from. "Over here!"

Tom stood up and turned to one side of the picket fence. He stutters. "He-hello?"

The fence is rather tall, and though Tom is already eight years old, he still can't see who is behind the fence.

The voice speaks once again. "Hi! I'm Danny! What's your name?"

"I-I'm Tom." He mutters.

"Sorry, I couldn't here you. What's your name?" Tom sits down on the grass and kneels before the fence. He speaks up with much more volume and confidence.

"My name's Tom!" Danny ooh's.

"That's a cool name! Nice to meet you! How come I haven't seen you before? Are you visit the Fletchers?"

"Uh, no I'm their son."

"Really? Then why's'it that I've never seen you before?"

"I'm really sick and something's wrong with my heart."

"What's wrong with it?"

"There's a hole and I get really sick a lot. That's why I'm not allowed outside too much." Tom frowns and he senses that Danny is frowning too.

"That's too bad. Isn't there a way to fix your heart?" Danny asks.

"There is but it's too expensive."

"Ix-pin-seeve? What's that?"

"Ex-pen-sive." Tom corrects. "It means that it costs a lot of money."

"Oh, like a how much a new bike costs or something."

"Something like that I guess but way more expensive." The two are silent and Tom thinks Danny has ran off. He gets up to leave before Danny speaks up again.

"Tom."

"Yeah?" Tom sits himself down again.

"What do you look like? I can't see over the fence."

"I have yellow hair and brown eyes." Tom answers with a small smile. "What about you?"

"Brown hair and blue eyes."

"Lucky! I want to have blue eyes!" He hears Danny giggle.

"Sucks for you!" They playfully laugh, when Danny is struck with genius. "Hey! How about we send each other pictures of each other. Then we'll now how we really look like!"

"But how?"

"I can dig a hole, big enough under the fence. I'll do it now, I've got me spade with me. You go and get a picture of yourself." Tom nods and goes inside the house. He finds the rest of his family gone.

"Where are-" Then he sees that there's a note on the table.

'Tom,

We're sorry the we left in such a rush but something has happen to grandma. We hope you understand why we left you. There's some food in the-'

Tom dropped the note and looked around for a picture of himself. He didn't care that his family wasn't there and that he was alone in the house. He just cared that he finally made a friend.

The fourteen year old stared straight into the eyes of his best friend of six years. He had curly brown locks and striking blue eyes, just like in the pictures the sent each other through the hole Danny dug up all those years ago. During the duration of their friendship, Tom frequently asked if he could go outside to go to Danny's house but his heart wouldn't allow it. Why Danny couldn't go to Tom's house, personal reasons, Danny said when they were eleven.

They were young and they were free, because of that they fell in love just after Tom became thirteen. Sending each other notes and letters to show how much they loved each other. It was young love but everyone knows the ending. And now they were face to face.

Tom flashed a beaming smile at Danny's face... whose expression was dull.

"D-Danny?"

"I'm moving away Tom." Danny held up a camera and smiled weakly. "One for the road?"

Tom bit back a sob but it came out as a stifled cry. "Danny... no..."

Danny smiled through the tears and kissed Tom on the cheek before taking the photo.

Danny left a week after. Danny's father died two months later. Tom received heart surgery later that year on his fifteenth birthday but... nothing could fix that hole in his heart, Tom really would have a hole in his heart forever.

The photo they took came in the mail just after Tom recovered. It was a beautiful photo.

A/N 3: Ugh... it's weak, huh?