Summary: The blonde hair and the brown eyes always got me. I couldn't ever resist the grin, who would have thought I'd fall for Tom's little sister?
Disclaimer: DO NOT OWN THAT AMAZING BRITISH BAND. I own everyone else though. (:
Note: Ahem. Do you all hate me? I'm sorry, I never finished this story but trust me, and I will do so NOW. (: The ones in italics are memories, flashbacks, whatever. Every chapter will now start out with one.
I think I might make Molly-Anne be Dianna Agron (because I love doing graphics and I will most likely do it for this story too) if you have ideas on that, then you should tell me.
Lyric of the Chapter: It's all about you, baby.
Falling In Love:
Chapter 2:Just My Luck
"Can you believe it, Molly?" Danny, excitedly, exclaimed, throwing his arms around the young blonde in a hug.
She laughed heartily, trying her best to hug him back but she was squished, "It's amazing, Danny," her accent exceeded his in strength and the way he was holding her, it was almost impossible for anyone to hear what she was saying.
"Our first concert, first gig. I can't believe it, we might make it," said Danny, the permanent grin on his face. It faltered slightly, "You're going to be there, aren't you?"
Molly-Anne wiggled slightly, enough to have Danny loosen his hold on her a bit before looking at him. She grinned, her pearly whites showing in the afternoon sunlight, "Of course, I wouldn't be a good sister if I didn't go there to support Tom, would I?" she then laughed again once she saw the frown on his face, "I'd be a horrible friend if I didn't support the whole band."
Danny smiled before letting go of the hold he had on the girl, "Why yes," he said, planting a kiss on top of her head, "I gotta go practice, see ya then, Molly!" then he had disappeared into the house.
Molly-Anne's cell phone had been ringing all morning with birthday calls from all sorts of people, even her professor had told her happy birthday.
She was sitting, cross-legged, in the middle of her living room. She had sketchbooks spread out around her, her cat curled up near her left hip, her iTunes playing Mayday Parade and she was struggling to take out the battery on her phone.
"Stupid, come out," she mumbled, wincing when she nearly bent her nail back. She sighed, throwing the phone on the ground. She then gave a look when the battery popped out as soon as the phone connected with the ground. "Unbelievable."
"You could hurt your phone doing that," she looked up to see her best friend and roommate, Max, standing there chewing on an apple. "What are you doing that for anyway?" she swallowed what she had in her mouth, "Important people could call you, your mom, maybe."
"We have a house phone," Molly-Anne commented, reaching over and gathering the phone in her hands.
Max raised her eyebrow, "We got that thing last week, did you already give her the number?" she asked and laughed when Molly-Anne averted her gaze to the floor.
The young blonde sighed, putting the battery back before holding it up, "Happy?" her only response was a grin before the other girl turned and shuffled toward the kitchen. Molly-Anne simply shook her head as she leaned back against the foot of the couch. The yellow cat that had been curled up next to her stretched and yawned. She smiled, "How do you feel about me turning the big 21, DeLorean?" she stroked his fur and all she got was a loud rumbling purr.
Molly-Anne rolled her eyes.
"So, what is Miss Birthday Girl doing tonight?" Max said as she slipped back into the living room, plopping right down on the couch so her black curls bounced along with her body movements.
Molly-Anne shrugged, leaning her head back, "Probably just going to stay here, I need to study for the test." She answered before looking puzzled when Max spit out her grape juice.
"What? Hello, it's your 21stbirthday. Do you know what that means? That means, you are old enough to drink, do stupid things and not remember it in the morning," Max said, raising her hands in an over dramatic hand-raising. "Plus, that test isn't for another 3 weeks, remember? We have that break because of that fire in the Chem. Lab."
Molly-Anne nodded her head softly when she remembered. She then turned to Max, "I don't know though, drinking?" she said, contorted her face into a confused expression. In the background, Molly-Anne dimly heard her iTunes turning toward a different song, not that she was paying attention though.
"You're going, I'm making you," muttered Max as she brought her knees to her chest and put on an expression that dared Molly-Anne to challenge her.
'Every day feels like a Monday, there is no escaping from the heartache. Now, I wanna put it back together because it's always better late than never…'
Max's face had taken on Molly-Anne's previous look of confusion as the song drifted around the room. Molly-Anne turned her head, hearing the voice singing.
"Oh geez," she said, sitting herself up fully, going to turn the song.
"What the hell kind of bands do you listen to?" she heard Max say as she disappeared into the hallway.
Molly-Anne closed her eyes for a brief moment, mumbling under her breath something about Max, before opening them and looking at her iTunes on her computer.
Falling In Love
McFLY
Radio:Active
Molly-Anne actually couldn't keep the grin off of her face as soon as her brother's voice filtered through the speakers. It had been forever since she had last seen or talked to him. She wouldn't tell anyone but she still followed McFLY. She was up-to-date with news on them, her Mom would call and fill her in with recent activities the boys did, she checked out their music videos and such. Too bad she never really held a conversation with Tom anymore. She was busy and he was busy, the whole thing was a mess.
She knew that every birthday he would call and she couldn't pluck up the courage to actually answer it. As much as she wanted to come to America, she never wanted to leave Tom or McFLY. She had grown close to the band. She didn't want to face the fact that her brother had gotten big and she hadn't been there to see it.
"You going to pick that up?" Max asked, leaning downward toward the blonde. She had changed, which couldn't say the same for Molly-Anne.
Molly-Anne hardly even heard her phone ringing excessively from its spot on the carpeted floor. She shook her head at her best friend, reaching over and picking it up. She glanced at the caller ID. The number read as unknown. Molly-Anne hit the send button and put it to her ear.
"Hello?"
It was like Tom could hear the voice on the other end because he tried to snatch the phone away from me.
"Stop it," I hissed, pushing his hand away as I turned my attention back to the phone. I had to make sure it was her. "Molly?" I cautiously said, still trying to get Tom away from me.
There was a pause on the phone, which made Tom stop for a second, his hand out to grab the phone again, "Yes?" the female voice again.
It was her.
It was really her.
2 years and counting and we were finally talking to her, again.
Tom couldn't believe it either, since his face looked torn between disbelief and total excitement.
Then he snatched the phone out of my hand.
"Molly-Anne!" he exclaimed, leaning away from me. I glared at him, narrowing my eyes but that didn't seem to even faze him. Of course it wouldn't, he was talking to his sister that he hadn't even heard from or seen in a matter of years.
3rd person POV
Molly-Anne's voice was filled with confusion when she answered the man on the phone. The voice sounded familiar but she couldn't place it. Max was standing there, hands on her hips as she tried to either get some kind of acknowledgement from Molly-Anne or wanting to know who was on the phone.
Molly-Anne nearly jumped at the sudden changed on the other end. She held the phone away from her ear, since it was almost a scream. She took a few seconds before putting the phone back to her ear, "Tom?" she said, the answer clicking in her brain at the excitement and sound of his voice.
"Molly-Anne!" he said again, now glad that his sister knew who it was.
Molly-Anne paused for a moment, looking up at Max. She chuckled nervously, "My brother," she elaborated, shrugging softly as she took the phone away from her ear and pushed the speaker button. Max sat down across from her as she sat the phone in the middle of them.
"Tom!" she said, just as excitedly.
"Molly-Anne!"
"Max!" Molly-Anne looked at her best friend, confused, "What? I was sick of the lovely brother and sister thing." She answered, folding her arms.
"Ignore her," Molly-Anne said, not moving her eyes away from Max. After a moment, she looked down at the phone. She heard sounds and movement in the background. There was grunting and muffled sounds.
"Give me the phone!"
"No! I get to talk to her!"
"Tom!"
"Danny!"
Molly-Anne raised her eyebrow, "Danny? That's you?" she asked, now realizing who the first voice had been. "Danny! Tom! Stop fighting!" She shook her head, putting her hand to her forehead, "2 years, a thousand miles away and I still have to break up fights."
"Sorry," came two voices.
"They're British," Max muttered, leaning closer to the phone.
Molly-Anne gave her a look that said Really? before turning her attention to the phone.
"So anyway, we just wanted to say something," Tom's voice came back, calmly unlike before with the fighting. Molly-Anne knew what was coming because she knew the boys.
She laughed when she heard the loud screaming from four British boys.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Molly-Anne didn't know why she hadn't spoken to them sooner.
Here's the second chapter… YEAH .. I hope you guys got the Back To The Future reference. ;D R&R . (: