Disclaimer: I have ordered McFly from Ebay, although untill they arrive I do not own them. Jenna and the plot are mine. mwahahahaa. i own stuff. powerrrr. yay.

I reached the door, hearing a low murmur of voices. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door.

Crap. What are you meant to say to your childhood bestfriend and his bandmates, all of whom you had just walked out on for no apparent reason? Hi, I'm Jenna and I just ran away from you all because I saw my old bestfriend. By the way, nice weather we're having. Yeah right. Well, at least an introduction would be good I suppose..

"Hi. I'm Jenna."

"We know." Grinned the blonde one, glancing at Danny, who had suddenly developed an interest in examining his shoelaces.

I felt the colour rise in my cheeks again as my boss walked over, totally oblivious to any tension or me acting totally flustered.

"Ah, Jenna! You're back then!"

Great. Even my boss saw me run away like an embarrassed ten year old.

"Yes, I, uh, forgot my makeup bag." I invented wildly, knowing that the only thing she cared about was me being here.

"And I trust you are acquainted with the McFly boys?"

"You- you could say that. Yes."

"Good! Well get to work then!"

For the past three years I've worked as a stylist for a teen magazine and loved every second of it. As a teenager, I was always begging my friends to let me do their hair and makeup, even Danny, who had been my closest friend since we were seven years old and I had moved to Bolton. It was ironic I guess, that now was the one time I finally got my wish of being able to style Danny without him objecting and it was the one place I really did not want to be. I grinned, in spite of the disastrous situation, as I remembered how long it took for me to persuade him to try straightening his hair and how much fun it was to gloat when he decided to keep it like that. I saw the corners of his mouth twitch, and wandered if he was thinking of the same thing.

"So then, who's first?"

The other three looked at Danny, who took a step back and muttered "Tom can go first," his eyes still fixed on the floor.

The blonde one shrugged and walked over to me as I showed him where the chair was.

"So you're Jenna."

"And you're Tom."

Lame answer, I know, but I was concentrating on keeping the conversation short, sweet and away from the subject of Danny. I turned away from him, looking for a colour to suit his skin tone.

"He misses you, you know." Tom said, glancing over at the corner where the others were sitting. Dougie and Harry were laughing as they talked to one of the assistants. Danny seemed to be deep in thought.

"If he missed me he would have bothered to call at least once over the past four years." It hurt to say it out loud, to admit all of the bitter thoughts and feelings that had gathered for so long.

Tom sighed and turned to look at me.

"Do you really believe that's true?" I didn't reply. I didn't even know the answer to that myself. "If he didn't care about you, how come the rest of us have heard so much about you? How come when you stormed out he was so worried? How come he's in a state now? Just give him a chance Jenna."

"You're done." I told him, choosing to ignore his last statement. "Send the next one over."

Dougie came over first, then Harry. They were pretty much the same as Tom, although less persistent. Dougie asked me what I would do when it was time to do Danny's makeup, but gave up after I ignored him and he changed the subject quickly to some party they were going to tonight. I didn't really listen, I was more interested in the person sitting in the corner. Harry also gave up after one attempt, and we spent our time chatting about anything other than Danny. I took my time, trying to draw out the time until I had to talk with Danny, but at the end of the day, there is only so much you can really do putting makeup on a guy. They only need a bit to stop them having shiny faces on camera and I could hardly pretend doing that took forever. He thanked me and went to sit down. I prepared myself as Danny walked over silently.

I turned my back to where he was sitting, feeling his gaze pierce the back of my neck. I took my time sifting through the different pots, knowing full well which tones would suit him perfectly. I turned round to face him, this was the first time I had been so close to him in four years.

"Jen-"

"Danny-"

We spoke at the same time, and giggled nervously at ourselves.

"You first." I told him, avoiding his eyes.

"Okay, I'm sorry. For not calling you, for leaving you, for being a total jerk. If you could just give me a chance to explain, perhaps we could talk or something, you could come out with us tonight and-"

"Talk? Four years without contact and you want to go out tonight to talk?" I felt the anger build up inside of me. After so long he thinks he can waltz back into my life and think inviting me out will solve all of our problems?

"If you just heard me out-"

"No, Danny. You had your chance and you blew it."

We finished in silence, him looking very uncomfortable and me still angry with him.

"You're done." I told him, still not looking him in the eyes.

"Thanks Jen." Jen. He was the only person I ever let call me that. It only sounded right from him.

"It's Jenna." I told him, knowing how badly it hurt him to take away the privilege of using my nickname. "Goodbye Danny. Nice to see you again, I guess. Sorry if I forget to call over the next four years."

With that I left the room, heading to the nearest bathroom to sit down and wander what the hell I was going to do now. And to think, I had started off today in a good mood.

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