Disclaimer: I still don't own McFLY. Sad i know...
A/N: Thanks for all the reviews on the Chapter One! They make me very happy so keep them coming:D. Things might seem like they move a little fast in this chapter. When I wrote it I was eager to get Danny in the story as soon as possible, so on with the second chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter Two

"Well dance sucked," I said as I came into the house and threw my dance bag on the floor. "I couldn't turn if my life depended on it, I messed up in three of my dances, and a ribbon came off in one of my Pointe shoes, so I have to find time to sew that back on before Friday. Not to mention, I have to start thinking of packing," I sighed as I walked into the living room.

It was Sunday, a week and a day later. I had just got back from dance class, and I was a bit cranky. All I wanted to do was take a shower, eat, and turn into a vegetable in front of the TV.

Todd was sitting on the couch, and a guy was sitting in the chair next to the couch. I looked him over; he was wearing a black jacket and dark gray jeans. I couldn't get a good look at his face, because he had a black hat pulled low covering his eyes. The parts of his hair I could see were brown.

"Oh, I didn't realize you had a friend over. I'm going to go take a shower," I said as I started going to my room.

Todd started to get up. "Uh, Sam you might want to wait a minute you'll want to meet this guy."

I rolled my eyes and turned around. "Todd, would you stop trying to set me up with your friends? I seriously am happy with Brad, even if you don't like him." I looked at the guy. "No offence, I'm sure your really nice, but I do have a boyfriend if Todd hasn't told you." With that I headed off to my room.

As I was in my bathroom getting my stuff ready, I heard a noise behind me. I turned around; the guy was standing in the doorway. I looked at him. "Sorry, this is my private bathroom, Todd's is that way," I pointed down the hall and turned back to my stuff.

He cleared his throat. "Actually, I came to talk to you." He had an accent.

I sighed, and turned around once again crossing my arms. "Really." I just stared at him; I still couldn't see his eyes because of that stupid hat.

He smiled. "Yeah, I'm Danny. Danny Jones."

I laughed. "Yeah, and I'm Tom Fletcher."

He grinned and took his hat off. "Well then Tom you sure have gotten a lot cuter since the last time I saw you."

My eyes widened, I just stared at his blue eyes.

His grin turned into a smirk. "You look shocked to see me Tom."

I shook my head. "My name's not Tom." Then I smacked it, closing my eyes. "Wow, that was intelligent."

He was still smirking. "Yeah, I kind of figured, your Sam right?"

I grinned back. "Yeah, I just can't believe your standing in my bathroom, which, by the way, you're going to have to leave now, since I really do have to take a shower. You can just hang out in my room or go back to the front with Todd if you like."

He mocked surprise. "My, my, we haven't even known each other five minutes and already you're inviting me to your room."

I smirked at him. "Very funny, you wish. Now seriously, get out of my bathroom." He laughed and stepped out of the doorway. I shut the door, turned on the water, waited a few seconds, and then started screaming. "I JUST MET DANNY JONES!"

I heard someone cough, and opened the door a few feet to find Danny grinning and trying not to laugh. "I'm glad you're excited, I was beginning to think you weren't interested."

I felt myself flush. I closed the door quickly and banged my head on the door and mumbled to myself, "Good going Sam, now he thinks you're a psycho."

After I had taken my shower I came back into my room to find Danny looking at my pictures I had on my dresser. I leaned against the door just watching him.

When he finally noticed I was there he grinned. "Took you long enough. I was getting bored, your brother left about ten minutes ago."

I laughed. "Now is that anyway to talk to a fan? Where did Todd go?"

He shrugged. "I have no idea, he ran out the door saying something about an Emily."

"Oh, that's right, I forgot she got back from Oregon today."

"His girlfriend?"

"Fiancée."

He raised his eyebrows. "Really. How old is he?"

I smiled. "Twenty-four, but they've only been engaged for about a week. That's why she was in Oregon, she was telling her family."

"Wow. Have they set a date yet?"

I shrugged. "Sometime next year. They haven't decided yet."

He nodded. "Yeah I suppose they haven't, since they've only been engaged a week." He went back to looking at the pictures. "Who's this next to you?" he asked pointing to one.

I walked over to him and looked at the picture. "That's Brad, my boyfriend."

He grinned. "So, you invited me to your room, and you already have a boyfriend. Very interesting."

I laughed. "Shut up!"

He picked up a photo of Todd and I with our parents. "I'm guessing that's your parents. When am I going meet them?"

I took the picture and put it back on the dresser. "Your not. They're dead."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

I sat on my bed. "Don't worry about it. Now, are we actually starting the guitar lessons today? 'Cause I notice you didn't bring a guitar."

He sat down next to me. "No, we start tomorrow. I'm just here today to tell you all the basic boring details."

"Such as?"

"Uh, lets see. The lessons will be from one till four, Monday thru Friday for two weeks. Oh yeah, and there'll be a photographer here tomorrow, for like an hour, to take pictures for whatever magazine the contest's being featured in. Then Tuesday, you'll get to meet the whole band."

"Really? They're all here?"

He nodded. "Yeah, we basically go everywhere together. This is like a holiday for us."

I smiled. "I guess this isn't really how you wanted to spend it huh? Teaching some random girl to play guitar?"

He smiled back. "Eh, it helps when she's cute."

I blushed. "Oh, err...um..." I just then noticed the time. "Oh man, I'm sorry, I have to go. I'm supposed to meet Brad at the movies in like twenty minutes"

He got off the bed and moved toward the door. "Not a problem."

I got up and followed him to the door. We walked out the house together. I turned and looked at him. "So I guess I'll see you at one tomorrow?"

He smiled. "Yeah, we'll have fun."

I smiled back. "I hope so."

He grinned. "Trust me, we will."

"Oh yeah, that was tons of fun," I said sarcastically as I shut the door. It was Monday, and the photographer had just left. "Not only did we basically just waste an hour, I sounded like an idiot answering the questions"

Danny smiled. "No, you didn't."

"I said I was super duper excited to meet the rest of the band tomorrow!"

He snorted. "Yeah, that was pretty funny."

I shoved him. "See? I'm going to be totally humiliated when that magazine comes out."

"Aw, does someone need a hug?"

I fake pouted and crossed my arms. "Yes. Yes I do." I laughed and turned around to put the music sheets I had in my hand on the coffee table and when I turned around Danny had engulfed me in a hug. I say engulfed because he's five eleven and I'm only five two. He basically towered over me. "Oh wow, I wasn't actually serious."

He shrugged, and, unwrapping his arms, started to pull back, "Ok."

I pulled him back into the hug with a grin. "I said I wasn't serious, I didn't say I wouldn't take it." He laughed and re-wrapped his arms around me.

I heard a cough a turned to find Todd watching with raised eyebrow. "So, what's going on?"

I rolled my eyes. "Nothing, it's just a hug."

He smirked. "Right, you keep telling yourself that."

I laughed and pointed to the hallway. "Would you leave please? I am trying to learn how to play guitar here."

"If that's the way you learn to play guitar, it's no wonder you don't have any mad guitar skills." he ducked out of the room just as I threw a pillow at him.

"Wait, I thought I went from E to F?" It was nearly four and I had just mastered reading the music sheets, which now had my notes scribbled all over them. We were sitting on the couch going over the chord changes, and I had yet to even pick up a guitar.

Danny shook his head. "No, you go from E to C, then to F."

I sighed. "Ok…so when do I change to B?"

He just looked at me. "There is no B."

I pointed to a spot on the sheet. "There's a B right there!"

He looked at what I was pointing to. "That…is a D."

I looked at it closer. "Oh. Well, it's your fault I can't read it. You should work on you handwriting more." I grinned.

He crossed his arms. "Oh really?"

I kept grinning. "Yep."

"Well maybe you should learn to guard yourself more."

I tilted my head in confusion. "Guard myself? What? From who?"

He started grinning. "From me." With that he started tickling me.

"Danny! Stop. Stop it!" I was laughing to hard to say anymore.

Suddenly his cell phone started ringing. He stopped tickling me. "Ah, four o' clock."

I groaned. "Aw man, just when we were starting to make progress."

He grinned. "Well we still have all this week and next week to. Now, tell me you didn't have fun."

I was grinning too. "Yeah, that was pretty fun."

"Aha! I knew I was right!"

I laughed. "You better go, or else I might have to start making fun of your handwriting again."

"Oh no, wouldn't want that. Because you so hurt my feelings before," he said sarcastically as he got up from the couch.

I laughed. "Just wait till tomorrow when I start making fun of your guitar playing."

He grinned. "I look forward to it."