Cynthia's POV

"That dude and some chick sitting in a tree, doing things they ought not to be, starts with an 'S' ends with an 'X'. Oh my god he wants to sex her!" I sang to myself as I skipped outside to get the mail. I bet you're wondering why I'm the one getting the mail, well I have no idea really. I just felt like it. I was shaking my bum from side to side to some internal beat while humming a completely different tune as loud as I could as I got the mail from the mail box, but since this is England I'm pretty sure it's called a post box.

I know mail here is called post because I've watched Harry Potter and read all the books and he's English so he has to know all the English words. "So they have you collectin' the post as well as answering the door now?" AHA! See! He said post! I was right, thank you Harry Potter! I turned around to see James standing there smiling.

"Well hello Secret Agent Bourne. I see you got my message." I said greeting him acting all businesslike. I personally thought James had an epic name because first off his first name is James, like James Bond who was a cool secret agent and his last name is Bourne like Jason Bourne who was also a kick ass secret agent. So naturally I have this theory that when Busted isn't writing songs or touring he's a secret agent for the government. I'll have to remember to ask him later.

"You mean the one I had to toss before it exploded?" James asked laughing a little playing along with the secret agent thing. Playing, or was he really talking in some secret agent code? I intend to find out, later.

"Yes!" I told him grinning. "Anywho, how are you today?" I asked as we headed up to the front door.

"I'm good." James answered as we walked into the house and out of habit I was looking through the mail seeing if there was anything for me. Of course like I should've realized right away was that, nay, there wasn't anything for me because first off, I don't actually live here and all the people I know don't know the address to here but that didn't keep me from being disappointed that I didn't get anything. I love getting mail. Oops, I mean post, I love getting post. "So what was that song you were singing?"

"Song, what song?" I asked looking around the room confused before looking at James.

"The one that had sex in it." James told me with an amused smile on his face.

"Oh!" I said in understanding nodding my head as I smiled and tossed the post on the counter. "Well that my dear James, was a remix of the original song which is way more epic than the one that I sang but yeah, it's a good song. Why do you ask?" I questioned narrowing my eyes at him as if I was suspicious of him.

"No reason, I just hadn't heard it before."

"Yeah, mhm, ok, right, uh-huh, gotcha." I said nodding my head before grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him into me. It definitely took James by surprise, I could tell by the funny look on his face. "So, I have something I want to talk to you about." I whispered.

"Um, really now?" James asked. I was getting him nervous, this was fun.

"Yeah." I told him smirking as I nodded my head slightly.

"O-ok then, what do you want to talk about?" He asked stuttering a little, I raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, are you alright?" I asked. "Are you not used to girls being oddly forceful?"

"No actually."

"Oh," I said pausing and looking down for a second before looking back at James with a smile on my face. "Good."

"You're very..." James trailed off looking for the right word.

"Socially awkward?" I asked with a grin.

"Something like that." He told me and I let go of his shirt, I totally forgot I was still holding onto him.

"Anyway's, back to the question. You know Charlie right?" I asked him, he looked at me oddly. It's a look I get often and that I very much enjoy, seriously why would you want to be normal and get normal looks? That's just lame.

"Yeah," James said slowly as he leaned against the counter adding a little bit of space between us, it didn't bother me everyone has a space bubble that doesn't like to be popped. I usually end up popping everyone's space bubble for some reason or another, it happens. "We're in a band together Cynthia, how could I not know him?"

"Dude, you're taking things too literally. What is it with you English people and taking everything I say literally? Seriously." I shook my head a little getting over my little rant. "Anyway's, I have a secret about him and if I don't tell someone I might die of brain explosion or sleep apnea."

"Sleep apnea?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't have control over what comes out of my mouth a lot of the time; you'll get use to it." I informed him. "But can I trust you to keep your mouth zip-lock tight?" I asked raising a questioning eyebrow because there is no way I'm telling this to someone who's going to blab. If I have to I'll sneak into Dougie's room while he's not there and tell his lizards about what I know. I know they won't say anything because, well, they don't speak human language and I doubt Dougie has taught them how to communicate with him in sign language.

"Yeah." James said nodding his head and well, he just gained my full and complete trust. Sometimes I can trust people way too easily but then again the people that I usually trust the easiest don't break it. I looked around the kitchen seeing if anyone else suddenly appeared in the room or was close to the room. There wasn't anyone, we were safe. I motioned with my index finger for him to get closer to me, he did as he was motioned and I in turn whispered into his ear the secret that I knew. "Are you serious?" James asked leaning back

"Sha." I said nodding my head. "You didn't know this?" James shook his head no.

"How did you find out?" I smirked.

"I have my ways." I said in a mysterious voice as I wiggled my fingers, like spirit fingers in Bring It On. "But seriously, how effed up is that shizz? She's going with Dougie." I whispered with wide eyes.

"Does Charlie know?" James asked in a hushed voice, we were keeping our voices quiet because someone overhearing us would be very much on the side of bad.

"Dude, there was Dougie-Vicki kiss action right in front of him at one point. How could he not know?" James shrugged his shoulders. "Of course he could be thinking with his downstairs brain." I added on thoughtfully, this got James to laugh.

"You are amazing."

"So's your face." I told him, truth be told that was a reflex. I'd usually say that or turn it into a 'your mom' joke or maybe an 'in your pants' one. James shook his head laughing and hugged me. Yes! I love hugs, hugs are the shizz.

"Are we interrupting something?" Amy asked as her and Lauren leaned in through the doorway with big smiles on their faces and looking like they were heading out to someplace.

"Yes, we were bonding." I told them smiling as I continued to hug James, he smelled good. "Please leave us to bond like peas so we can be bonded peas."

"We're going out to shop for random things want to come?" Lauren asked, her smile evident in her voice. She probably got some naked Tom action last night.

"Random shopping for things that I will possibly never need?" I questioned.

"Yep, that's the kind of shopping." Amy said. They knew I couldn't resist random shopping; I loved buying things that seemed like a good idea to buy at the time which is how I ended up getting a month's supply of chocolate pudding one time. It was pretty cool but I couldn't chocolate pudding for a while afterwards because my tummy hurt.

"So are you coming?" Lauren asked. I looked up at James' face.

"I think we're sufficiently bonded, like two groovy peas in a far-out pod." I told him letting go and getting out of the hug. "Want to hang later when we get back?" I asked with a hopeful smile.

"Sure my fellow bonded pea." James answered with an amused smile.

"Ah! You are epic!" I told him hugging him quickly once more before running up to Danny's room to get my wallet before heading out with Vicki, Amy and Lauren for some girl random shopping time.

Danny's POV

I woke up to a drumstick poking my ribcage, or what I hope is a drumstick. I slowly opened my eyes and looked down a bit apprehensive before sighing with relief. It was a drumstick and once again Cynthia was nowhere to be found. I pulled the drumstick from underneath me and tossed it across the room, Harry had given Cynthia her own pair of drumsticks and she carried them everywhere with her.

Once, because her pants didn't have pockets in them she stuffed them in her shoe and pulled her pant leg over them. She was walking funny the whole day. She was definitely worse than Harry when it came to carrying drumsticks for many reasons, one was that she not only used them to play drums but if the situation called for it, like the other day when Dougie was laughing at her, they were dangerous weapons.

I sat up and stretched, I might as well get out of bed and go look for my good morning kiss, or well afternoon kiss since it was a little after twelve. I pulled on a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shit before heading downstairs. I started towards the kitchen thinking about grabbing a cup of coffee or maybe some juice while ruffling my hair with my hand when I stopped dead in the doorway to the kitchen.

My hands automatically balled up into fists and I had to concentrate hard to unclench them so my short fingernails wouldn't draw blood from the palms of my hands. There was James up close and, what looks to be, very personal with Cynthia. Are the kissing? I think they're bloody kissing! Wait. No, they're talking or at least Cynthia is. Where the hell are James' hands?

My jaw clench, my teeth were pressing so hard together that they were starting to hurt. I finally got the feeling back in my legs and left to go sit on the couch in the living room. How the hell could James do that? Why would Cynthia let him? Maybe he seduced her! This is all his fault!

"Ba da ba ba ba I'm lovin' it!" Cynthia yelled out as she ran back down the stairs around five minutes later after Amy and Lauren talked to her in the kitchen, I really couldn't wrap my head around what the hell I just saw in the kitchen. Of course I was momentarily distracted when something jumped on me, that something being Cynthia. "Good afternoon Mr. Jones." She grinned as she looked down at me since she tackled me down so I was lying on the couch underneath her.

"Hello." I greeted back and she tilted her head to one side.

"What's all up in your kool-aid man?" She asked. For someone who could be so oblivious she can be so perceptive sometimes. And what the hell is kool-aid? "Is all systems go?"

"Um, yeah." I told her trying to reassure her that everything was fine when really I wanted to tell her I saw what had gone on in the kitchen, the anger burning up inside me like a small little fire. Slowly Cynthia maneuvered off of me so that she was sitting next to me and I pushed myself up so I was back in a sitting position.

"Are you sure because I can skip the random and be all concerned like. I'm somewhat qualified to go 'hmm' and 'that's interesting'. I took a couple courses in psychology." She told me smiling and I couldn't help but smile back at her. She just didn't seem like the person who'd hurt someone intentionally, well by cheating anyways. Throwing drumsticks at people was a different story.

"No, I'm fine." I told her, it was true for the moment. I was fine for this moment in time. Cynthia leaned in and gave me a kiss.

"Well 'I'm fine' I shall see you later and tonight after bonding time with my James pea is done we shall have fun doing something, like...I'm not sure but it'll be fun." Cynthia said as she got up and started walking towards the front door where the girls were calling her. My muscles tensed as soon as the words 'bonding time' and 'with James' reached my ears.

"Hey Danny, whoa are you ok?" Tom asked walking into the room and noticing my tense posture.

"I'm not sure." I replied honestly as I glared straight ahead at the telly.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked sitting down next to me where Cynthia was sitting previously.

"No."

"Alright then." He said not pushing me into anything and a silence fell between us. I could hear James in the kitchen with Dougie and Harry laughing about something. I wanted to punch him.

"I think James is seducing Cynthia." I blurted out in a low and dangerous voice. "I walked into the kitchen earlier and they were really close." Tom nodded his head as he watched me, not only listening to what I was saying but reading my body language.

"Did you see them do anything besides that?" He asked.

"Um, well no but it I think they might've kissed."

"You think?" I nodded. "Dan, I think you should give them the benefit of the doubt. We've known James for years and I don't think he'd do something like that."

"What about Cynthia?" I asked not sure if I was doubting her or not, I was just looking for reassurance. Tom was silent, that wasn't very reassuring to tell you the truth. Tom scratched his arm and looked at me from his arm.

"Do you want my honest opinion?" Tom asked making sure this is what I wanted to hear even if it really was something horrible. I doubted the confidence that my words would have so I just nodded my head. "I've made you watch Hairspray right?" I nodded again. "You know Christopher Walken's character who can't tell if a woman is flirting with him even if she is pretty much naked and has him half way to happy town," Tom paused waiting for my answer and I just nodded once again. "That's pretty much Cynthia. Except maybe a little bit more aware but not much."

"Oh." Was all I managed to get out at this information sunk in. Cynthia was most definitely the more innocent party then, so good. I only have to kick James' ass.

"Danny stop." Tom said firmly.

"Stop what?" I asked trying to act innocent by making my blue eyes big and childlike. It worked wonders with the ladies but apparently not so much with Tom from the look he was giving me.

"Like I said before, give it the benefit of the doubt. You can kick his ass when you have actual proof." Tom told me being rational.

"Fine." I agreed with a sigh. "But as soon as I see something, he's getting beat down." I informed him and Tom just shrugged his shoulders. Oddly enough after that conversation I felt better, well not one-hundred percent better but close, maybe ninety-five percent. It was a definite improvement from before.

Charlie's POV

By the time I woke up and was ready to go James was already gone and over at the McFly house. I couldn't wait to go over there and see Vicki. Sure I'd known her for a short time but there was just something about her that enticed me. "Hey Matt." I called walking into the den pulling on my shirt.

"Yeah?" He asked looking up from his laptop, probably searching porn or something along those lines.

"Ready to head over to the house?" I asked scratching my chest as I looked over at the clock that hung on the wall. Hopefully the girls hadn't gone anywhere because I was sure if one left to go somewhere the others would follow.

"Uh, yeah, give me a moment." Matt said clicking buttons and typing things on the keyboard of the laptop. I walked out of the room and slipped on my shoes that I had kicked off at the door yesterday. In five minutes we were both ready to go and on our way over to the McFly house. I was a little bit anxious; I really wanted Vicki to be there. I figured she was with Dougie because they had been kissing and making some goo-goo eyes at each other the other day but it really didn't matter to me.

This was probably another little fling that Dougie was having and it didn't mean much and when he gets bored with Vicki I'll be there to make her feel better. Of course intentionally trying to break them up would be underhanded, sneaky and a downright dick move but it was definitely a backup plan. It was plan 'Z', I had twenty-five other letters of the alphabet to get through before I would be a dick and mess up their relationship.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Matt called out loudly as we walked in through the front door; whenever we visited we never knocked. We just walked on in, that is unless the door was locked which it usually never is unless everyone is out of the house. Except for that once when someone forgot to close the door altogether one night when we went out to party.

"Oi!" We heard Danny call out to us from the living room, the two of us walked in to find him, Tom, Dougie, Harry and James all sitting around playing video games. It was an almost everyday occurrence with us boys and the video games, for some reason we couldn't get enough of it. Video games, girls and music were our three top vices in life but not exactly in that order.

"What's goin' on?" I asked as I noticed that nowhere in the room was any one of the girls.

"Not much, the girls headed out to go shopping." Harry said as he blew up what was either the enemy or Dougie by the way he was cussing at the screen. I sighed, so Vicki wasn't here after all. Looks like I have some time to kill and with that decision I grabbed the controller out of Tom's hands and took over.