A/N: Chapter 3 in 3 days :3 Oy. Anyway, I dunno if I'll be able to update a story everyday because I'm doing this thing where I have to write a play for this contest thingie.

Dougie's PoV

Peter began to scream after that girl, whose name is Cassis I think, fainted. Then the drummer for Losers Inc. yelled, "Holy crap!" Mr. Jackson sighed and then said to the oldest of the band, "Carry her out to the car, Andy…" As he picked her up I heard Tom ask the other guitarist, "Has that ever happened before?"

"No." was the answer. "I feel special." Danny then suddenly said. Everyone looked at him with raised eyebrows and Harry smacked him on the back of the head on the way out. We, (as in McFly) got into the van we were renting while the Americans (A/N: O.o) got into the station wagon they came in. Peter by then had stopped screaming and insisted on coming with us. Since Cassie was asleep Mr. Jackson just shrugged and said, "As long as he is buckled in and crap." Peter then shouted, "A dollar for the swear jar Ted!" as they got into the station wagon and we got into the van. "Oi, didn't Danny's mum give you a swear jar for your birthday one year?" Harry asked Tom as we all buckled in. "Yes." Tom said starting the van up. "Haha!" Peter yelled out as we pulled out of the lot.

Cassie's PoV

I woke up on the couch in the recording studio with a bag of ice on my head. Everything was a bit blurry and there was this big blotch above my head. I blinked a couple of times and the blotch turned out to be my baby brother, Peter. "Wakey-wakey sleepyhead! Why did you fall to the ground and sleep?" he asked climbing onto the couch and snuggling up next to me. "I dunno." I said sighing and closing my eyes again. "Are you gonna stay home from school tomorrow?" he asked sitting up. "No…" I said groaned. School was the place I didn't ever want to be. Well…if the Plastics (A/N: oh look. A Lindsay Lohan reference xD) weren't there, I guess it would be O.K. Peter shrugged and ran out of the room. I sighed and swung my legs over so they dangled over the side of the couch (Ted's couch is pretty high and I'm only about 5"2'). I leaned my head back again and closed my eyes. I heard the door open again. I thought it was probably Blake coming in to tease me about fainting. "Go away Blake." I muttered putting the bag of ice back over my head. I heard a snicker. "Oi, Doug, is my name Blake or did you change yours?" a voice with a Bolton accent said. Oh, snap! I opened my eyes and took the bag off of my head. In front of me stood Danny Jones and Dougie Poynter of McFly….who I just fainted in front of God knows how long ago. I felt my face growing red. Dougie grinned. "Hello." he said. "H-hi." I stammered out, now pretty sure my face was as red as a strawberry. "You have a nice lump on your forehead." Danny said coming over and pointing to my forehead. "Great." I said standing up. No wonder there was a throbbing pain on my forehead. "It's not that bad." Dougie said in a kind tone.

I lay back down on the sofa and sighed.

Dougie's PoV

The lump on Cassie's forehead looked like a baseball. No one remembers how she got that lump, but Mr. Jackson, or Ted, which is what he wants us to call him, reckons that she hit her head pretty hard when she fainted. Danny, being Danny, was the one who told her right out about the lump. He does that a lot sometimes. I think she still looks hot anyway. Cassie lay back down on the sofa and sighed closing her eyes. Tom yelled at Danny for something, so he left the room, leaving me with Cassie. It felt kind of awkward standing there so I turned around to leave when she said, "You can sit down you know." So I sat down on one of the arm chairs. They were really comfortable. Cassie sat up with the bag still on her forehead. "Does it hurt?" I said. Crap that was stupid to say. Of course it hurts. She didn't respond so I thought she fell asleep. But then she answered, "Yeah, it kinda does."

"That must suck."

"Its not that bad."

"What will your parents say?"

"Dad won't notice because he always gets in late and my sister is down at Princeton in college. And Mom….." she grew quiet and didn't finish her sentence. I knew what she was going to say so I didn't say anything. A yell and then a howl of laughter drifted in from the other room. The door closed and more yelling drifted through. "Wonder what happened in there…." I said standing up. "Hmmm…" came from Cassie. I jammed my hand into m pocket. "What's this?" I said curiously. "What's what?" Cassie asked taking the bag off of her forehead and standing up. I drew the thing out of my pocket and drew in a sharp breath. "What..is..that?!" Cassie exclaimed. "Bloody hell." I murmured under my breath.

Tom's PoV

"Oi! Danny, get in here!" I yelled. Danny came in from the next room grinning from ear to ear. "Why are you grinning like a idiot?" I asked as he settled himself down in the chair next to mine. "Nothing."

"You did something, didn't you." Harry said.

"Maybe." Was all Danny said.

The guys from Losers Inc. also looked curious. "Does it involve Cassie and Dougie?" asked Andy. Danny grinned. "Remember your 'secret package'?" he said to Harry.

Harry looked confused for a moment, but then his face changed. "Danny! You didn't!" he yelled, "I told you not to touch that!"

Danny began to laugh hysterically. "Wait, what?" Derek asked confused. Secret package? I thought Wait a minute. "What secret package?" I said to Harry. "My secret package! You know…."

"Oh!" Blake exclaimed beginning to laugh. Andy and Derek looked at him for a minute and then finally understood the joke. Danny had slipped one of Harry's condoms into Dougie's pocket when he wasn't looking.

"I can't believe you!" Harry yelled at Danny, "I told you! No going through my things."

"But I was looking for boxers." Danny said innocently.

"Yeah, right."

"No, really! I was."

"I don't think Cassie even knows what that is." Andy said turning serious, "Does Dougie?"

"Unfortunately, yes." I said glaring at Danny.

"Oy veh." came from Derek. Oy veh indeed.