Disclaimer: I own McFly DVD's, McFly calenders, McFly albums, McFly singles, McFly posters, McFly merchandise (to name a few) - but I still do not own McFly. I also own the plot.


The next few days passed without any major event. Danny and the others were busy doing interviews for promotion, whilst me, Sophia, Claire and Marie (who had become a pretty good friend in such a short space of time) spent our time savouring Sophia's last few days break from filming with girly shopping trips and pamper days. As soon as she realised she had done wrong, Claire had apologised to me way more times than necessary, repeating again and again that she wouldn't have gone near Danny if she had known I 'cared' for him. It was hard for me to hold a grudge, considering Claire was one of my closest friends and I had told her myself I thought of Danny as a brother in the first place.

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I returned to work the following Monday, to be greeted with jealous looks for having attended a soap-stars birthday party and becoming good friends with the boys from McFly. These looks were to increase, as halfway through the morning I received a visitor in the shape of a curly haired Boltoner. I added the finishing touches to the model I was styling and walked over to the door where he was standing.

"What are you doing here?"

"Oh, that's a nice greeting." He grinned at me.

"Fine. Hey, how are you? And what are you doing here?"

"Better. I'm good thanks, and I thought I'd drop in on you at work, see if you wanted to grab a coffee?"

I glanced over at my boss (who was listening in on our conversation, along with practically everyone else in the building). She nodded at me, and we left the room quickly. Danny sighed with relief on the way out, muttering under his breath about nosey people. I giggled, and replied, "It's a magazine run by women, what more do you expect?"

As we entered the shop and drank our coffees I registered how strange it was that a day or so could make so much difference; our last coffee meeting had been tense and argumentative, this one was friendly and chatty. Danny however, seemed nervous and on edge, making me wonder if all he really wanted was a drink and chat. Halfway through our conversation he stopped, looked at me anxiously and asked, "Did you ask Claire to back off? Because I thought she liked me, but she hasn't called me like she said she would, and I didn't know if you had anything to do with it?"

I sat, stunned. I hadn't told Claire to do anything about Danny, I had stuck by what I had said the night they kissed, Claire had figured out how I felt from the others reactions and acted of her own accord. I was in disbelief that he could come up with something so outrageous, that I would sink so low as to tell Claire to back off. It hurt me that he would even consider that, and here was me thinking we had patched things up.

"Excuse me?" I asked, perhaps more threateningly than I had intended.

He cowered slightly, seemingly realising why what he had said made me angry.

"I just thought - the others were saying you seemed a bit jealous - and I didn't know if you - " He paused at my expression, unsure if he was making the situation better or worse. I sighed.

"We're not fourteen again Danny, I'm not jealous enough to tell her to back off, I know how to act like an adult."

And with that I left, choosing to pretend not to hear Danny's muttered "If you aren't jealous enough, does that mean you're still a little jealous then?"


Firstly, an apology. It has been two whole weeks since I last updated and I feel guilty. I was planning to update every weekend at least, but it was a friends birthday sleepover last weekend so I was waay too tired. Excuses, excuses, I know..

But now, the best part. (:

A McFly-Style-Begging-Tune, as requested by PrincessJellyBabies.. -clears throat-

Oh please do review,

before my sky turns black

Or I get a heart attack.

And I'd do anything you'd ask,

want you to review bad.

Guesses at what tune it is? Ideas for plot? Theories (these are my favourite..)? General ego-boosting (or deflating)?

Press that button. (:

Ellie.

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