Disclaimer: There was an error with the paperwork, so instead of owning the boys, I own McDonalds and a pet fly. Darnit.

I slammed the door shut behind me, sighing with relief from escaping a lecture about men and their faults from Claire. Danny looked confused as to what had just happened, but I whispered a swift "I'll tell you later" to him, and walked down the path to his car. He raised the keys, and a flashy BMW with shiny paint and glamorous interior beeped at us as he unlocked it. I grinned. For as long as I could remember, Danny had talked about getting a car like this or a Mini. He grinned back at me, seemingly remembering the same thing.

"Told you I'd get it as soon as I could afford it, didn't I?"

"And the Mini?"

"Oh, I had that too, before I got this one."

He grinned at me again, as I opened the door to get in. His smile was contagious.

"You have too much money for your own good, Mr Jones. Honestly, musicians get paid too much for doing too little nowadays."

It was an old joke from our childhood, whenever Danny went on a tangent about how amazing his idols were, I would wind him up about it being an easy career choice. He knew I was joking, but it was fun to wind him up all the same. It made me remember how close we used to be before he had left and found myself dwelling on what Claire has told me before. Was he really worth it? Would he just leave me again, without a second thought for my feelings?

The car ride was quiet; me alone with my thoughts, and Danny concentrating on the road. I decided to break the silence,

"Any clues on where we're going?"

"Thought we could just grab a coffee at Starbucks? It's taking a while because I don't know any near your place…"

"There's always the shopping centre, it's just round the corner, here…"

As I pointed Danny in the right direction, we started to talk more; about things we had heard about our old school friends, how our families were and what sort of coffee we preferred (slightly random, but Danny seemed keen to steer the subject away from the past three years; as angry at him as this made me, I had to admit I would rather talk about coffee than that). We parked the car at the edge of the road and walked towards Starbucks; Danny received a few looks from fellow shoppers, including a shy teenage girl who stopped in her tracks and walked in the opposite direction after turning a deep shade of red. Danny just smiled at her and carried on walking as if nothing had happened. We entered the coffee shop and sat at the table by the window.

"Do you get recognised much, then?"

"Dunno, sometimes. Happens more when I'm with one of the others I guess. Usually it's just the occasional 'Hey, that guy look familiar' glance in the street."

The waitress walked over to us with a large fake grin plastered on her face and talked directly to Danny, as if I had blended into the wall.

"Can I take your order please?"

"Just two coffee's please."

She walked away reluctantly, leaving me and Danny to talk.

"So Jen, are you going to the reunion next month?"

Ah, yes. The school reunion. I'd received the invitation a few weeks ago, and hadn't been intending to go; too many questions about Danny and the possibility I would bump into him. Well, I'd already bumped into him and if Danny decided to go too there would be no awkward questions.

"I don't know, I think I lost the invite. Anyway, I don't really fancy seeing everyone else again, if I really cared about them I'd have stayed in touch."

Crap. I seemed to realise what I'd said, as soon as the answer came out of my mouth. Why did I have to bring that up, when we were getting along so well? The waitress placed our coffee on the table and left quickly, sensing tension. Part of me wanted to take back what I'd just said, apologise and tell him to forget about it and we could carry on from where we were. The other half was glad I had hurt him by bringing it up again, eager to hear an explanation and tell him where to shove it, that it wasn't good enough after everything he had done. Danny's expression was confused at my sudden outburst; we had been getting along so well, why was I suddenly angry with him again? I guess it was like Claire always said - even if the cut heals, it doesn't stop you remembering how you got the scar. Never though I'd see the day I could relate to one of her why-mankind-is-evil quotes. Then again, never thought I'd see Danny again either.

His face changed from confused, to guilty, to uncharacteristically nervous.

"I owe you an explanation really, don't I?"

I nodded.

"Okay… I guess, well, it's…"

He took a deep breath and looked me in the eye.

"Jenna, I didn't get in touch because I couldn't. I love you too much."

Dun dun DUHH!

Been wanting to write this and the next chapter for a while now,

but I'm getting some blockage and finding it hard to get where I want,

I re-wrote this chapter about 4 times. :P

So tell me if you like it?

Okay, McFly-Style-Begging-Tune is to the tune of ...drum roll... All About You.

Yesterday I told you something I thought you knew,

So I told you with a smile,

Please go and review.

A very short McFly-Style-Begging-Tune.. ah well.

Have started the next chapter, although it might be a few days before I can upload it.. the result of a retarded computer, grandparents flying over to visit and my parents complaining I spend too much time in my room.

Ellie.x