Discalimer: I just realised that is has been one month and one day since I first started this fic. And yes, after 13 discalimers, I would like to inform you all that I do infact own McFly - I always have done, and I always will. Yes, I am also a bit fat liar. I only own the plot.

I hadn't spoken to Danny since the 'coffee shop incident'. Claire, Sophia and Marie had all been shocked when they had heard what had happened, although part of them was also shocked with me. Instead of sympathetic, comforting comments I was bombarded with cries of "He was right!" "It was the perfect opportunity to tell him!" "Honestly, when will you realise?"

They remained adamant that I should tell him at the reunion the next day, whilst I remained adamant that I would be staying at home. I called my mum to tell her I couldn't make it (I was planning on staying at her house afterwards) and was told sharply that she didn't care if I thought I was getting a migraine, I would be going as she had already gotten dinner and invited my cousins round. I sighed, I didn't want to disappoint her. I had been so busy lately I'd hardly seen anyone since Christmas. I went to bed early that night, preparing myself for the disaster of the next day.

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The day seemed to start as it meant to go on – a catastrophe. I had slept through my alarm, and although I was skilled at getting ready quickly I had planned on taking my time to get ready. I had bought a new dress, stolen a pair of Sophia's expensive shoes and had intended to do my hair fancy; everyone sees school reunions as a chance to show all of your old schoolmates your life turned out better than theirs, and I was no different. I woke up to the sound of Sophia walking through the front door, saying she had come to see me before I went because she knew I would be freaking out, then gasping as she realised I wasn't out of bed yet. Vowing to buy me a new, extra loud alarm clock for my birthday, she hurried round gathering my clothes and packing an overnight bag as I showered and quickly did my hair and makeup. A part of me was glad I was running late, as I hurried to the car, because it meant I had less time to dwell on what would happen when Danny turned up, or is he would even show.

Considering the hectic start, the journey started off very smoothly. The only thing I was concerned about was arriving late, that was, until black smoke began to billow out of the bonnet of the car and extremely unhealthy groans began to come from the engine. Struggling to see, I pulled over into the lay-by, and got out of the car. I walked over to the front of the car, very conscious of the drivers passing by being nosey looking out of their windows as they passed me. I lifted the bonnet, and looked at the damage. Well, technically I didn't know if there was any damage, as I knew nothing about cars. I could have found a lump of cheese instead of an engine, and still not know if that was right or not. I felt drops of rain falling lightly on my head and headed back to the car to call Sophia, she knew the basics about cars as her dad is a mechanic – he decided he would teach her everything he knew because he didn't have a son he could pass his knowledge onto.

Rain was starting to fall harder now; I tried to open the door to the drivers seat and discovered it was locked. I could see my phone, money and jacket all on the passenger seat as I stood in the pouring rain locked out of my own car. And to think, the only thing I had been dreading this morning was seeing Danny. Well, it didn't look as if I'd be travelling anywhere soon, so I guess that was one less thing I had to worry about. Shivering slightly, I sat on the bonnet of the car (which was still slightly warm from the engine) trying to stay warm. My mind began inventing adventurous plans to get out of this mess, like walking the rest of the way or breaking the window to get to my phone. I was distracted from these thoughts when a familiar black BMW also pulled over. The one person I was hoping not to see got out of the car, looking sympathetic, and handing me his jacket.

"Need a hand?"

I am actually reeeallly sad as I write this, because I have a feeling the next chapter shall be the last one.

Shame, innit?

I would also like to shamelessly plug a new forum for dear old McFly, so (remove the spaces and) visit:

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else I won't post any more fanfics up here!

Nah, only joking.. but check it out because it needs a load more people, and it's fun. (:

Now, a McFly-Style-Begging-Tune to Friday Night as requested by EnidanEkieh, 'cause I love her. :D

Typing through the day, sometimes all night,

Can't help it much, it's just fun to write.

Review my fic, or I might just cry.

I guess you should have seen the warning signs.

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The usual please; good things, bad things, begging-tune-requests, plot ideas, songfic ideas, new story ideas, or just tell me your favourite flavour of cheese and I'll be happy.

Lurrrrve,

Ellie-who-writes-longer-authors-notes-than-actual-chapters.

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