A/N: Hey everyone, look at me, on a roll! Here's the second chapter! I plan to actually finish this one, unlike most of my other stories. :P. Well here ya go, enjoi.
"How do you know I'm not a psychopath?" She asked him, grinning. Tom grinned, flashing his dimple again.
"You like Star Wars. You can't be all that bad."
Sadie had been discharged from the hospital twenty minutes later, and Tom graciously drove her to her flat. She was slightly embarrassed, her apartment was in a really shitty part of town, and Thomas Michael Fletcher (his full name was on the scrap of paper he gave her) was obscenely rich, he probably lived in a gated community or a manor estate or some such thing. He'd given her an estimate of her salary, and oh my god. Sadie had tried to tell him she couldn't take that much, she wouldn't, but her feeble arguments fell on deaf ears. He refused to budge on her salary. Tom Fletcher was an extremely generous guy, Sadie decided. She fell onto the ratty couch in her flat, and gazed around at the peeling walls. She couldn't wait to get out of here, no matter what lay ahead. Sadie stumbled to her kitchen and poured herself a bowl of cereal. Munching on Crunchy Nut, she flipped open her worn copy of Thieves Like Us, and read until she fell asleep.
The next morning, Sadie woke up to the sounds of car horns on the street below. She quickly called the water company and convinced him that she'd never received the bill, and she'd pay it if they sent it again. She got off the phone, and read for about half an hour, then got into the shower, loving the hot water that she was now allowed access to once more. Once she'd finished showering, she dressed in dark denim skinny jeans and her white polka-dotted IRELAND hoodie, along with her rainbow high-tops. She threw on some eyeliner, mascara and light foundation, and then gathered her long red hair into a high ponytail. Then Sadie slumped onto the couch. What now? She was pretty much unemployed. Sadie decided to call Tom at once, to see when she could start work. She flipped open her phone and dialed the number he'd written on the scrap of paper.
"Hello?" A girl's voice about Sadie's age answered. Sadie pulled at a string on her crappy couch.
"Hi, sorry, is Tom Fletcher there?" She asked. She heard the woman calling Tom's name.
"Yeah, here he is." Sadie relaxed a tiny bit. She thought she might have the wrong number.
"Hello?" Tom asked curiously.
"Hi, Tom, it's me, uh, Sadie Webb. You said to call about the job?" She asked uncertainly. What if he had changed his mind?
"Hm? Oh yeah, Sadie, sorry! Yeah sure, when do you want to start? The guest bed and bath are already set up for you." Tom said. "By the way, you're not allergic to cats, are you?" He asked.
"No, I love all animals, no allergies here. And I was hoping I'd be able to start as soon as possible, if it's no trouble. I feel useless, sitting here all unemployed. I've gotta pay the bills soon." She joked. Tom laughed.
"Great! No problem, you can move in later today! I'll come pick you up with your stuff at around five?" He asked her. Sadie smiled.
"Sure, sounds great! Thank you so much, by the way, for this job. You're really saving me here. See you at five o'clock then!" She waited for his goodbye, then hung up with a squeal. She had a job! A high-paying one! Life was looking up! Then Sadie realized: she'd have to have her entire collection of worldly possessions packed by five. She checked the clock. It was already eleven thirty! With a yelp, Sadie raced around the room, packing clothes, all her toiletries, CDs, books, chargers, and the like.
Four hours later, Sadie had all of her possessions packed into four suitcases and a large trashbag. She didn't own that much stuff. She fell into the shower to wash the sweat and dust off her body, then made and slowly ate a PB&J sandwich, while lying listlessly on her ratty sofa. Bored, she put on ABBA's 'Dancing Queen' and whirled about the house, singing along. This was one of her guilty pleasures, this song.
"You can dance, you can ji-ive, having the time of your life, ooh yeah see that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the dancing queen!" Sadie sang her heart out, not caring how loud she was. She loved singing, and that's all that really mattered, right?
Knock, knock.
Sadie jumped in shock and fell over the couch. She dusted herself off and got the door. Opening it, she saw Tom grinning at her. ABBA was still blasting obscenely loud.
"Dancing Queen. Nice choice." She glared at him, gesturing for him to come inside. She turned off the CD player.
"It's four forty-five." She said, hands on hips. He smiled sheepishly, flashing a dimple. He had on a Sonic shirt today.
"I like to be early. Here, got everything?" He asked, lifting her heaviest suitcase with relative ease. She scowled at him, and picked up another. Together they dragged them down the staircase, thankfully Sadie had a room on the third floor, so it wasn't too bad. Fifteen minutes later they had lugged all her stuff downstairs, and into a black Escalade. Tom looked slightly embarrassed.
"Your stuff couldn't fit in my Mini, so I borrowed my manager's car, sorry about this." Sadie laughed it off, hopping in the passenger's seat.
"No problem. So what do you do that requires a manager?" She asked curiously as Tom maneuvered the large car out onto the street. Her fingers itched to fiddle with the radio, but it would be pretty rude to get all up in his stereo, when she'd been in the car five minutes. Soon, they got on the main road, and traffic picked up, as well as conversation.
"I'm in a band, actually. I sing and play guitar, and write the music." He said. Sadie perked up.
"Really? That's so cool! I've always wanted to be in a band, but cooking took the top spot for me. What's your band called?" She asked, interested.
"It's called McFly." He said, looking slightly pink. Sadie grinned.
"As in Marty McFly? I love Back to the Future!" Tom laughed, turning into a very expensive neighbourhood. Sadie's eyebrows rose marginally at the houses she was surrounded by, but relaxed a bit when they turned out of the community, onto a more private street.
"So do I! I came up with the name." He smiled and turned into ANOTHER gated community, with much less houses. There was a small, new looking sign by the gate.
'McFLY VILLAGE', it read. Sadie laughed.
"You have your own village?" Tom rolled his eyes at the sign as the gate opened and they passed it, and drove towards the three large houses at the end of the street, a cool looking house, a large brick McMansion, and a three-story building with a stairway leading to the third floor. She gaped at the large, beautiful brick house.
"That big one is mine, the normal looking one is our drummer Harry's, and the three-story is Danny and Dougie's flats, and Danny's recording studio. You'll meet Harry and Dougie later, but Danny's out of town for a few weeks. We all live on the same street, that's why it's called McFly Village." He said, pulling up to his house. Sadie tried not to stare at the expensive but tasteful architecture. She'd be living here? ZOMG. Tom parked in the drive, and hopped out, popping the trunk. Sadie slid out of the large vehicle, and went to help him unload her luggage. They dragged it across the threshold and Sadie relaxed. She'd been afraid of a marble foyer, or a grand staircase. Instead, she was greeted with a comfortably mussed living room, and LE GASP! The most beautiful kitchen she'd ever laid eyes upon. Marble and steel, and cabinets full of ingredients and utensils, a large open-range stove, a convection oven, a deep sink, and lots of marble counter space. Sadie smiled and turned back to Tom's amused face.
"Like it? I'll show you where everything is in there later. Now for the grand tour!" Tom said jokingly. Sadie laughed as Tom showed her around, first, the living room, with the flat screen and the beige leather sofa, then his bedroom, bathroom, the cinema (!), her bedroom and bathroom, his music room, the laundry room, and the basement. Tom introduced her to his cats, Aurora and Leia (Sadie thoroughly approved of these names, and told him so).He helped her dump all her stuff on her new bed, then they traipsed downstairs.
"The guys are coming over tonight, and since you just got here, we're ordering pizza, what kind you want?" Sadie yawned.
"Pepperoni, please." She wondered if those two guys from the hospital were in Tom's band. Tom smiled.
"Great! The guys'll just come over whenever they feel like it, so you can go unpack and change if you like." Sadie smiled back at Tom, feeling incredibly grateful.
"Thanks, Tom. I'm really glad you helped me out, this is way better than I ever could have expected. You're so generous." Sadie felt herself getting bright eyed, and quickly made her exit to her room. Tom blushed, then flopped onto the couch, turning on the Sci-Fi Channel, absentmindedly stroking Aurora. Sadie got her emotions under control, then changed into super baggy jeans, DC's and a tight halter top, splashing water on her face and re-doing her makeup. She took her hair out of her ponytail, shook it, then walked back downstairs to join Tom on the couch.
"Hey, back?" He asked, still sucked into the television. Sadie inwardly laughed; what a boy.
"Yeah, I'm exhausted from today, I did most of the heavy lifting." She teased Tom. He looked over at her, indignant.
"Excuse me, I carried over half of the stuff, and your suitcases must be about 5,000 stone!" He protested, teasing her. She poked her tongue out at him, laughing. Suddenly, the door burst open and Mohawk came in, with Dougie on his back, they were laughing and crashing into things until they saw Sadie. Dougie cocked his head like a confused dog. Tom cleared his throat unnecessarily.
"Dougie, Harry, this is Sadie Webb, the new cook. She's staying in my guest bedroom, and she's here because you two have the worst eating habits I've ever seen. Sadie; Dougie, and Harry." He said sternly, and then cracked a smile. Dougie looked a little put out that they couldn't eat crap anymore, but then apparently realized they had a cook! He grinned like a little kid at Christmas, hopping off Harry's back.
"Magnificent to meet you, Chef Webb." He said with a bow and a posh accent. Sadie laughed. Harry copied Dougie's bow with much more style and grace.
"Indeed it is, Chef." Sadie
"It's Sadie, honestly. Cool shirt, by the way." He was still wearing the same blink-182 shirt he'd been the day before. It didn't say much for his hygiene, but his taste was impeccable. He gave a cute grin. Harry walked over into the kitchen area.
"You like blink?" He asked; Sadie grinned back.
"Love them!" Dougie smiled and flopped onto Tom's couch, spreading out on it.
"Tom. I approve of your choice of staff." He said imperiously. Tom smacked him on the back of the head. Harry laughed.
"So, Sadie, what brings you to McFly Village?" He called, grabbing a beer from Tom's top-of-the-line maximum storage fridge. Sadie gazed fondly at it before shaking her head and answering Harry's question.
"Tom, I guess. I ran him over in the street, spilling his groceries, dislocating my shoulder, and losing my job, and in return he gave me the job of well-paid live in cook." She said dryly. Dougie snickered, then gave the unresponsive Tom a hug (He had turned back to the Sci-Fi channel).
"Well Sadie, however you got here, welcome to McFly Village! The prettiest little gated community in England!" He said way too merrily. Sadie laughed, she would like it here.
A/N: Chapter Two done! PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK. Reviews make my world go around. Please. Don't just read it and move along! You know who you are. Leave an anonymous review if you're too lazy to log in. It's like Nike is always saying, JUST DO IT. Flames welcome!