~Back to the future band is officially my longest story starting of chapter 13. Haha. This will probably be my longest story I will ever write, because I'm going through almost everything! From the formation of the band all the way to Dougie and Frankie's breakup! I'm still so far away from that! They haven't even started their Wonderland album yet! Haha.~
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Warnings: Underage drinking, drugs,a cuss word here and there.
It's been almost two months since Busted split up. Fightstar was about to release their first album, They liked you better when you were dead.
Mcfly had helped James form a new band, Son of dork, and they were currently writing and producing music in the studio. Everyone was doing great, well all except for Matt. He never left his house, never answered his phone. He was in depression. No one had heard from him in almost two weeks. Everyone was worried sick about him, so one day Dougie stood on the front steps of Matt's house.
He knocked on the door. And waited. He knocked again, and waited. Nothing. He turned the door knob, the door opened. And Dougie walked inside. "Matt," Dougie called out. "Matty, are you home? Matt!"
Dougie walked upstairs to his bedroom. He opened the door, and there was Matt sitting on the floor, leaning at the end of his bed. His eyes were blood shot, he had dark circles underneath them, his hair was tousled and his clothes were wrinkled to pieces. He had an almost empty bottle of whisky in his hand.
Dougie rushed to him and knelt down beside him. He put his hands on his friend's shoulders. "Matt?"
Matt slowly looked up at the fifteen year old. "H-heee Doogie. How's is goin?" His words were slurred and he barely made sense. Dougie knew he was drunk, but there was something else off about him. Dougie's eyes dropped to the floor, and his eyes widened at what he saw. He saw a very small bong.
"Oh Matt," Dougie whispered. "Why? Why would do this to yourself?" He reached for the bong. He was going to throw it away, but Matt grabbed his wrist, tightly.
"Matt. Stop it. You can't keep smoking that crap. Please. I don't want to see you like this anymore. It's killing you!"
"Leave me alone." Matt's voice was dangerously low. And his grip on Dougie's wrist tightented.
"Matt, let go of me. Ow. You're hurting me! Please!" Dougie tried to pull away, but Matt was stronger than him. "I'll let go of you if you leave."
"I won't leave until you get help."
"Then it looks like we're going to be here a while."
"Matt," Dougie let out a soft sob. "Why are you doing this?"
Matt's grip on Dougie's wrist, if possible, tightented. "YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? BECAUSE I'M STUPID! OKAY? I - I'LL NEVER AMOUNT TO ANYTHING! I WAS IN A BAND, I WAS FAMOUS, I WAS DOING GREAT! AND NOW BECAUSE OF ME, it's over, gone." He leaned his head on the bed post and began to sob. He released Dougie's wrist.
"Matt, no. No it wasn't your fault Busted split, it was Charlie's. He's just a prat. I'm here for you, James is here for you, and so is the rest of Mcfly. We're going to help you get better and back in the game. I promise, but you have to let us help you."
Matt nodded, still sobbing.
Dougie sat down beside him and put an arm around his sobbing friend. Matt cried for only God knows how long. When he calmed down, he looked at Dogue's bruised wrist. It was turning a dark purple. "I'm so sorry, Dougs. I'm sorry."
"It's okay. It'll go away, but when Danny sees it, he might kill you." Dougie grinned. And Matt smiled sadly. He wiped his tears aways. He reached over and took the bong in his hands and got up, he walked over to the waste basket and threw it away. Dougie smiled at his friend.
"I'll go get you some ice, be right back." Matt said and Dougie just nodded.
Matt came back not even a minute later and handed Dougie an ice pack. Dougie pressed it against his wrist and winced.
'Oh man if I had hurt Dougs any worse then he probably wouldn't be able to play for a few concerts. Man, I messed up.' Matt thought.
Dougie got up. "Look, the rest of the guys are down at the studio, watching Son of dork, why don't you come with me? It'll be fun."
Matt thought about it for a long time. He couldn't stay cooped up in his room forever. So he agreed to go.
Dougie smiled so big, it looked like it hurt. "Great! Come on! Let's go."
Matt smiled at his friend, he looked at his clothes. He was a mess. "Let me change first." He disappeared into his closet and came out with a pair of jeans, and a plain green t-shirt. He dressed quickly and soon he and Dougie were walking down the street to the studio. Dougie had left the ice pack at Matt's. He was hoping no one would notice his purple and swollen wrist. . .not anytime soon anyway.
~Matt was in rehab for while, because he was addicted to cannabis from the age of 13! And he entered rehab for alcholism. So, this is my version of what happened! Okay, next chapter Matt and Dougie go to the studio! Will the rest of Mcfly see Dougie's wrist? What will they think of Matt's drug and alchol problems? Well you're just going to have to wait until I update! Haha.~