So, happy to see some are you are still with me. I'm not worthy, seriously. But, you ask and you shall recieve. Hope you enjoy the hoidays and santa brings all that you wish! (: I'll have another chapter up by New Years. I'm on break, and nothing else to do. So, this one is a long one. Basically, I just wanted to get to the part where I wanted to write. And, I figure, building up a lot of chapters to get somewhere you can get in one is stupid and draining as a reader. I hate that when a story rambles on and on before getting to the point, makes me loose intrest. But, that's just me. This is direct and gets to the final point. Hope you enjoy, and happy holidays!
Where to start, where to start.
The irritating buzzing of my alarm awoke my mind and set it on the path that I eagerly tried to rush off when I closed my eyes the night before.
Now, I'm awake, and my mind is buzzing like no other.
I'd really just like to push this away, forget all about it. In reality – compared to everything else in life – this is such a pathetic situation to pout and get all worked up about. It's so small and unimportant.
I felt like a baby that was crying over a little paper cut, fussing as if the cut took off an entire finger.
Well, ladies and gentle men, the time is now to put on the big girl panties.
I rushed out of bed, got dressed, did everything to get myself ready for the day and marched out the door.
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Everything around me was a background blur. I was focusing on everything I needed to say by trying to anticipate his responses and my retorts.
The conversation was flowing over and over in my mind, trying to enhance my words and better prove the point I'd eventually try to put across.
"What'd you do?"
It took about five seconds until I stepped out of my trance and noticed Zach propped up against the locker beside mines.
I closed my locker after I grabbed my acquired text and turned to face him while holding my things tight against my chest.
"What are you talking about?"
He laughed, "You didn't hear?"
I mirrored his laugh. "Hear what? It's the beginning of the day, how can anything be known yet?"
"Well, people are saying that you little lover has jumped the fence."
My face hardened and I stared at him. "What are you talking about, Zach?"
He frowned. "Dougie left, he's gone."
It felt like my stomach dropped and everything sort of froze. "What do you mean he's gone?"
Zach heaved a sigh and pushed himself off the locker. He stood in front of me and peered his depths into mine.
"He called me this morning to say he was leaving to London."
London? Why the hell would he go there?
I searched his face, "Why?"
He shrugged and returned to leaning against the lockers. "I'm not all that sure. He said it was for something wicked."
"Wicked?" I repeated in my plain American accent, "He just left in the middle of school? Did his entire family move?"
"I don't know, Maycee." He said sternly with an uninterested tone.
I heaved a sigh and looked past what I saw in front of me. What was I supposed to do? I'm not supposed to do anything. He's just a single person that I don't even know all that well. He doesn't even care, so why should I?
Zach jumped in front of my face and corned me against the lockers.
"Dude, what?" I shouted, trying to pushing him from in front of me.
He simply shook off my pathetic attempt and stood strongly in his place. "Why do you care so much, Maycee?" He whipped. "Huh? I thought you didn't care?"
"I don't!" I pushed back.
"Yeah right Maycee." He retaliated.
I pushed angrily against him, "What does it matter? Obviously he doesn't care enough to tell me he's leaving."
Zach trailed quickly behind me, "Probably because you didn't show that you were interested in the slightest bit of what he does."
I groaned in defeat and stopped abruptly. Zach moved from behind and stood in front of me. He searched my face, but I didn't look at him. Instead, I stared blankly to the cream-colored tiled floor.
"You're right." I muttered softly. "But it doesn't matter."
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The next couple weeks were a blur. I tried my best to push away any emotion or thoughts about Dougie. Sometimes they slipped, sometimes they didn't.
It's like he was some kind of novel I was reading, one that caught my interest and held it. Everyone was reading this book, though it had horrible spelling mistakes and errors throughout the plot. I particularly pushed towards hiding the fact that I actually enjoyed the book, errors included. But, my desire to be different and keep my individuality and pride caused the book to disappear without me finishing it.
And that sucked, because I'm left without and ending.
What a cliché analogy, huh?
"What are you doing for Christmas, Maycee?"
The trance was broken and I rapidly blinked my eyes to bring myself back to the poor essence of reality.
"What?" I asked incoherently.
Sasha was staring at me, so I assumed it was her to asked me the question.
"Um, just catching up on some work I guess. What about you?"
She smiled and stood straighter in her seat, "I'm going to Australia."
I smiled smoothly, "Really? That sounds fun."
"I know," she squealed, "I can't wait." She leaned closer to me and I stared. "There's really fit guys there," Sasha giggled and winked.
I laughed slightly with her to keep ease towards the mood.
"You should ring me over the break. Help keep me company when were out doing all the tourist stuff."
"Wouldn't you want to pay attention during those tours?" I asked with a laugh.
She rolled her eyes and laughed, "Please, I'm only there for the candy."
My head shook while I chortled quietly.
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"Excited that the break is finally here, Maycee?"
I smiled at Shanae as I kicked my bag to the side and took a seat, along with her, at the table. Grabbing an apple, I nodded then took a bite.
"Defiantly."
She flashed and grin and watched me carefully. "So, anything you would like to do for your break?"
I stared at the apple and took another juicy bite.
My head shook, "Not really. Just planning on getting some sleep and work done."
Shanae frowned, "What's with the long face kiddo?"
"No long face, just … tired I guess?"
Another bite.
"Why don't we go somewhere?"
"Like where?" I murmured.
She stared at the ceiling, pondering.
"Well," she began, "I have next week off. So, why don't we go to London?"
The bite that I took propelled out of my throat and flew across the kitchen.
Shanae stared at me with wide, observant eyes and threw a quick glance at the piece of apple that came out of my mouth.
She gaped, "What the hell was that?"
I coughed awkwardly and made a smile, "Nothing, just excited?"
She stared for awhile then began to smile slowly, "So you want to go then?"
I clicked my tongue and grinned, "Can't wait."
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My sweet tooth was graciously thanking me as the warm caramel hot chocolate eased itself down my throat.
The frosty breeze sent chills up and down my back. I hugged my jacket closer to my frame and followed Shanae down the busy streets of London.
The sky was bleak but the people cheery.
Drops of water fell on to the top of my cup and quickly turned from a small drizzle to a heavy downpour. Shanae ran under an awning and I followed closely behind.
People on the streets were giggling as the rushed to the nearest shelter.
"Typical London weather." Shanae said with a chuckle as she shook the small drops of rain out of her hair.
I flashed a smile and took another sip of my hot chocolate.
Sunny weather was never a big fan of mine, especially when your not feeling in a sunshine mood. Plus, continuous rainy and bleak weather like this made those nice warm days that even more precious and exciting.
While we waited for the rain to calm, more people huddled along with us under the awning.
Squeals were piercing my ears from behind. I peeked over my shoulder and saw three girls huddled together staring up at a poster mounted on the wall. They were pointing and giggling. One looked at me and smiled politely and I returned it.
I took one sweep on the poster and turned back around.
As the faces processed in my brain, three were marked unfamiliar and one sent an alarm booming in my head.
I coughed surprisingly and turned back around to rush towards the poster. Four guys were posing together with the title McFLY mounted above them. The familiar one had the sly grin I'd know anywhere.
The three girls watched me as I gaped at the poster, trying to understand what it was and how it linked with Dougie leaving.
Before crawling into the room I crouched underneath the window seal.
"Yes, yes, yes!" I heard the voice whisper in excitement. Footsteps paced back and forth in the room and a continuous 'yes' was said eagerly.
"Okay, okay, how are we going to do this?" The voice whispered to itself. No need to call it the 'voice' because I knew that voice. And it was indeed, Dougie.
He told me he was going to London that weekend, he comes back and is all excited.
He must've been trying out for this poppy pop band. Well, that's what they looked liked from that picture.
"Who's they?" I asked the girls as I pointed towards the poster.
The brunette one grinned sheepishly and giggled, "That's McFLY."
I shook my head. "Who are they?"
The other laughed, "They're the new band from Island. They sing, Five Colors, ever heard of it?"
"Not exactly." I kept my eyes locked on one of the guys particularly. "Who's he?" I pointed.
They all turned there heads and face back to me, "That's Dougie Poynter."
I laughed. "I cannot believe this."
The rain then went on a sudden hiatus. We took that opportunity to quickly make our way to our nearby hotel. As Shanae checked in I flipped through magazines vacant on the table. I came across a page dedicated to the band called, McFLY.
Watch out Busted, the newest band from Island Records is rising to the top quickly and taking no prisoners. Their first single, "Five Colors in her Hair" has taken this weeks Number One spot on the BBC Radio 1 charts. And their break out album "Room on the 3rd Floor" is looking to be occupying the Number One spot as well. Danny Jones – 18, Tom Fletcher – 19, Harry Judd – 18 and their youngest member Dougie Poynter – 16, have been storming the UK with their Pop sound and attractive young looks. "We didn't really think people would be that into us immediately and we weren't expecting to go number one for our first single, it's wicked. We're very thankful," said Tom Fletcher, one of the founders of the band. They defiantly have the potential to be a competitor on the charts, no need to be so modest Tom.
"This is crazy." I muttered underneath my breath.
"What was that Maycee?" Shanae asked after I quickly shut the magazine and pushed it aside.
"Nothing."
Shanae shrugged and began towards the elevator as I followed. When we reached the 5th floor, room 321, she opened the door with excitement and tried to create suspense.
The minute she opened the door I ran towards the bed.
The sheets flowed around my body as I lay still on my bed for the week.
"This is nice, huh?" Shanae said exciting as she jumped on the parallel bed.
I beamed a grin. "It's awesome."
She sat up abruptly and stared at me. "So, what would you like to do?"
I sat up and mirrored her stare. "Give me a phonebook."
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His name wasn't in the phonebook, but one of his band mates was. I figured, if I found him, it was only a small jump to Dougie.
My breathing quickened as I knocked repeatedly on the door.
It took him long enough, but he finally opened the door.
"Guys, pizza's here!" Someone shouted before opening the door.
As it opened, his head was faced down, toward his wallet. "How much is it?"
"Um …" I muttered before his head lifted and eyes widened.
"Did you guys order something else?" He shouted over his shoulder as he smiled at me.
I gave him a weird look and stepped back.
I recognized this one from the poster. He had straightened brown hair and grey eyes. He wasn't all that bad looking actually, he was really hot actually. I had to remind myself that he wasn't the one I was looking for.
He stared and cocked an eyebrow, "Did you want an autograph or something? How'd you even find us here?" His accent was the thickest I've ever heard, but it was very alluring.
I shook my head. "Us? Is Dougie in there?" I glimpsed over his broad shoulder and only saw the hallway. He moved in front of my view and gave me an odd look.
"Look, I really don't want to have to call the police or anything."
My eyes widened and I shook my hands rapidly. "No, no, no." I panted peacefully. "No need for that, I'm just looking for Dougie. He's an, old friend of mine."
"You sure?" He asked carefully. "You don't sound like you're even from here. Did we reach America already?" His voice and smile was eager.
"I kind of live here, so no. Sorry to disappoint."
His smile faded. "Dougie!" He shouted over his shoulder and stared at me cautiously.
I chuckled and his eyes grew a little. "Hey, calm down there buddie, I don't even know who the hell you are or your band. I'm asking for the Dougie that was before McFly."
"Ouch." He eased. "A little feisty are we?" His laugh was cute. "Did Dougie leave you scorned or something?"
I glared. "No." I spat. "If anything, it was the other way around."
He beamed a breath-taking smile, good lord. "I'm Danny, just so you know."
"Maycee." I said after a breath.
"Yeah, mate?" Dougie said as he rode up beside Danny.
The smile that he had on his face disappeared after he saw me standing at the door.
"Maycee?" He gaped.
"So you do know her. I thought she was some crazed fan, isn't that a relief." He chortled.
Dougie glared. "Shut up, dude." He turned back to me. "How the hell did you get here? How'd you find me?"
I laughed sarcastically, "Wasn't to hard Mr. McFLY."
"Is that why you came here? To mock me?"
I frowned. "No. I came to ask why you left."
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