an: sorry I haven't updated this in sososo long. I've had this ready and waiting for a very long time. I'm going to try to post this quickly, as I might not get a chance as soon as I start making my way back to uni next month.

sorry, it's just filler, really. the one after the next is where things get interesting... :)

disclaimer: the ideas are mine, the band is not.

SEVEN - SUNGLASS BOY AND NECKLACE GIRL

I've never been so lost
I've never felt so much at home
Please write my folks and throw away my keys

I put my mobile to my ear. For the second time in such a short span. "Hello?" I asked.

"Necklace Girl?"

"Oh, hey Sunglass Boy. Your ears must have been burning – we were just talking about you a few minutes ago."

"Hmm, maybe that was why I suddenly had an inkling to call you now." I could hear the smile in his voice, just as I had been able to with Sidney. "Oh, and sorry about last week. I was really running late."

"S'all good."

"Oh, and I just wanted to thank you for waking me – even if I claimed you didn't – because you waking me is a heck of a lot better than my mates waking me."

"Oh, not a problem." I brushed it off. "So, do your mates wake you up with torturous things and such?"

"Yeah, pretty much. I do it to them, too, though. It usually happens when one or two of us sleep in a bit, making us late for something, and the other or others decide it's best to wake him, in the noisiest way that they can think of possible."

I laughed. "That sounds fun."

"It is. Unless you're the victim."

"Ah, yes," I agreed, a laugh still in my voice. "That's right. So, you work with your mates then?"

"Well, yeah….pretty much…."

"Pretty much?"

"It's more of a lifestyle than a job—or career—per say."

"Oh, yeah, that's cool, then."

"More fun than work."

"Then that would be cool! I mean, who really wants to work? I mean, I know I don't."

"Well, I figure, that's the idea."

"What's more important than having fun?"

"I really don't think there's much. But then again, fun is my middle name."

"So I'd guess." I thought about it for a moment. "My mates might same the same for me, what with everything I've done."

"And what is it you've done?" Sunglass Boy asked, sounding curious.

"Well, I've down some risky things before, all for fun. To pick a few, I've cliff dived, snogged strangers at random, and gone skinny dipping in broad daylight. I've done some pretty stupid things, too, but they were all dares."

"You're one for a good dare then?"

"If there's something worth doing, then, yes. I mean, if someone was to say to me, 'call the Chinese restaurant down the street and order everything off the menu and then tell them the address to the flat downstairs,' then, no, I won't do it. I haven't done prank calls since I was about twelve. Especially that one. I always felt bad after them.

"Oh! There was this one time I was dared to do something just like that and so I made the call, and about five minutes later, I called back and apologized. They had figured it was a prank and hadn't made any of the food, but I still felt bad about wasting their time, so placed a real order.

"But seriously, the dare has to be something good."

"So, what you're saying is the dare is only as good as the challenge itself?"

"Yes! That's exactly what I'm saying!"

"That's something good to know."

"So, what about you? Why is fun your middle name?"

"I spend most of my days doing whatever I love doing most. And my nights usually involve going to a pub or party with my mates and just enjoying the night."

"Parties? Oh." I sighed. "I haven't been to one of those in a while. But then again, I haven't had the time for it." I paused for a minute. "Wait a minute! Technically, I'm going to a party tonight!" I laughed at my mistake.

Sunglass Boy joined in.

"I have a scatterbrain. I often forget things. Even if I have just said something, it'll have slipped my mind."

"Ugh, it sucks when that happens."

Even though he couldn't see, I rolled my eyes as I said, "Tell me about it." As I spoke, I walked into my bedroom and sat down, talking off my three-inch heels. "Ugh. You know what I hate?"

"No. What's that?"

"High-heels."

"I agree!"

"Dude! You've worn high-heels?!"

"Oh, yes. Some things you can't stop. Like, when you're drunk."

I laughed before saying, "Indeed! Way to go, getting into the female prospective!"

"Oh yes!"

"They kill your feet! And I hate them. Though," I paused for a second, sighing, "they are cute when I have to dress up and act tall…."

He laughed.

"Though," I sighed again, "I'd rather wear trainers, or something comfy like that."

"A girl who can dress up? And likes to be comfy? Oh, that's my kind of girl!"

I laughed as I lay back on my bed. "My kind of guy, too! You know, except change the 'girls' in what you said to 'guys'…."

It may have been almost two weeks since I had seen him, but I could remember almost every detail I had taken in when I spoke with him:

The way his hair glowed in the sunlight;

The way his shades looked on his tanned face;

The glow in his beautifully gorgeous eyes;

They way his accidental touch felt on my skin, making a tingle jolt through my arm;

The way his smile appeared as I looked back while I walked away, such perfection on his beautiful face.

No, I wasn't obsessed. I was just a bit extra observant that day. Because, believe it or not, I'm not actually all that observant. I just take a look and, minutes later, I'll have forgotten most of what I had just seen.

But, with Sunglass Boy, I was able to remember everything that I took in of him.

I was still on my mobile with him an hour later, when the landline started to ring.

"Oh, can you hold on a moment – I have to get that – it may be my boss."

"All right."

I picked up the receiver, pressing the 'talk' button, and pressed it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Yes, Adara Palmer? This is Kelly Margit."

"Oh, hello Ms Margit," I replied.

"I've assigned the next articles," she began, "and I wanted to inform you on your next one, as it's the weekend."

"Oh, that's so kind of you! Thank you."

"Oh." She sounded taken aback. "You're welcome. Okay, so, for your next piece, you will be reviewing an upcoming concert and talking to the band."

"Really? Awesome!"

"Yes. The concert will be next Wednesday. You will have an All-Access Pass, so you can go wherever."

"Super cool!" It was the first thing that popped into my head that showed any amount of joy I had towards my assignment. And I was excited about it—I loved going to concerts and being able to go anywhere would make it all the more awesome. Although, 'super cool' sounded really lame in my ears.

My boss laughed light-heartedly. "And then, afterwards, you'll go and chat with the band." She paused a heartbeat before adding, "And, this time, you'll have about two weeks to write everything up, rather than just a few short days."

"Awesome. Sounds good."

"Do you have any questions?" she asked. She usually asked that that the end of our meeting. It was one of those things I could rely on to know that I would be free to do whatever after—not that I didn't like my boss, or anything, it's just, she…intimidated me.

I thought about it for a long second. "Yes, actually I do."

"All right, continue."

"What is the band?"

"Oh, that would be McFly."

My eyes bulged. Was she serious? I had heard them on the radio. And I knew they were famous. Though I wasn't a big fan of them myself, I enjoyed listening to them.

"Seriously?" I squeaked.

"Yes." She said the word slowly, as if she was a little freaked by my reaction.

Shaking my head clear, I added, "Oh, sorry about that. I was…startled. I really wasn't expecting that. And, no, I'm not a huge fan; though, I do like listening to them when I hear them on the radio."

"Right. Okay."

"Great. Thanks! I'll see you Monday?"

"Right. Goodbye." She hung up before I said anything more.

I put the receiver back down and turned to the other phone in my hand. 'Oh crap!' I thought. 'I'm going to go over my minutes for this month is a single day. Great.'

"Oh, sorry about that," I said into the mouth piece.

"You sure sounded excited about something…?"

"Oh, yes. My boss just told me what my next job is—it's exciting." I had already told him what I did for a living while we had been talking.

"Oh?"

"Mmhmm, I'm reviewing a concert next week."

"Really? What concert?"

I paused before responding. "Oh, just McFly."

He started coughing on the other end, sound as though he was choking.

"Are you alright?" I asked, sounding concerned.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah. I'm fine. …And that sounds cool."

"Yeah, I'm quite excited." As I spoke, I glanced up at the clock that was on the wall in the kitchen. "Oh! I should get going! I didn't realise we'd been talking so long."

"Oh," he said, sounding like he just saw the time, too, "wow. I guess I'll talk to you again later."

"Yes, bye-bye."

As soon as I flipped my cellular phone shut, Lauren walked through the door.

song: i woke up in a car by something corporate.

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