A/N: so here is the next chapter! Thanks for the reviews! Hope you enjoy this as much as I loved writing it!

Disclaimer: As I forgot to do this in my first chapter, I apologise but unfortunately I don't own McFly, wish I did… ANYWAY. They belong to themselves and no one else. Pity really,

Chapter 2

Abby's POV

I can't believe we're in a car with McFly, yeah I may not be as excited as Tasha, but I sure was thrilled. In fact, Tasha looked like she was going crazy; she had started pinching herself when she thought nobody was looking.

"Tash, this isn't a dream. I hope. Stop pinching yourself!" I frowned at her, crossing my arms, I had turned around completely around in the front seat so I could look at her properly, and Tasha was sitting in the middle, with Dougie on her right and Danny on her left. Any girl's dream, really.

"I was just checking." Tasha blinked, and smiled innocently at Danny and Dougie who were now staring at her, weirdly.

"You really don't believe that you are sitting in a taxi with us, do you?" Danny asked Tasha, looking sort of hurt, hmm, wonder why that is?

"Well, I do now… As I said, I'm normally unlucky." Tasha dropped the fake smile and looked at her feet.

"Good," Dougie smiled, I couldn't help smiling with him, and I guess I couldn't believe my luck either.

"When are we gonna be there?" I asked, some time later, I was really starting to get bored. Real bored, amazingly bored… Okay you get the point.

I found myself staring out the window, houses were passing, and then shops, then more houses, then some countryside, then more houses, and finally the taxi stopped in front of the McFly Boys' house. Woah, it was big, but that was to be expected really. The other taxi stopped just behind us, I climbed out, and randomly opened the door so Danny, Tasha and Dougie could file out of the car. Danny paid the taxi driver and then we watched as, Layla, Amy, Tom and Harry got out of the other taxi, Tom paid the driver and both the taxi drove off at the same time.

"Well, welcome to our humble abode… I'm never saying that again." Tom blinked, chuckling softly.

"Okay…then." I looked at him, he looked back, and I raised an eyebrow before looking away. Tasha was busy talking to Dougie, while Danny was looking at her. Humph, yeah don't notice me why don't you, Danny. I walked over to him.

"Hiya, Danny!" I grinned; he turned to me, and smiled.

"Hey, Abby." He said, almost half-heartedly, I frowned at that. Is there something wrong with me?

"So are we just going to stand outside all day, or go inside? It's freezing." Harry said, and as if to prove his point, he was shivering like crazy.

"Oh, okay, let's go then!" Tom smiled, patted Harry on the back, randomly grabbed Layla's hand, what had they been doing in that taxi? On second thoughts, I don't want to know, and ran up the driveway, suitcases rolling behind them. That made me realize.

"Hey! What about our clothes? They need washed…" I called after Tom, looking down at my own suitcase.

"We'll wash them!" Tom called back before disappearing inside the house with Layla.

"Oh, all right then." I muttered, and started walking up the driveway. I felt someone take my hand, and I ended up having to run to keep up with him. Danny had taken my hand. Oh, NOW he notices me. Yay.

"Come on, you four!" Danny called back to Dougie, Harry, Amy and Tasha.

"Coming!" Dougie grinned, and grabbed Tasha, running for the door at a very fast pace, considering he was hauling two suitcases and a human being with him. Poor Tasha.

"Ow! Slow down, Dougs!" I heard Tasha say before I was dragged into the house, Danny let go off my hand and turned to look at me, panting.

"You really need to run more, you look shattered." Danny commented, frowning at me.

"Yeah, I'll...keep…that in mind…for next time." I gasped. A sudden thought dawned on me. "How long are we staying here for?"

"As long as you want." Tom said, as he was passing them to go up the stairs. It wasn't long before Dougie, Harry, Tasha and Amy raced into the house, almost knocking me over.

"Hey, watch it." I growled playfully at Tasha and Amy. I just smiled at Harry and Dougie.

"Sorry! His fault." Tasha pouted and jerked her head at Dougie.

"Hey! Don't blame me. You were the one running faster than me…" Dougie grinned.

"True, that." Tasha grinned and walked off into the living room. "What we doing with our suitcases?"

"Put them beside the washing machine, we'll put your clothes in the wash for you." Tom smiled, as he came back downstairs. Layla was sitting on the sofa, flicking through one of her magazines, she looked quite comfortable.

"We had a fun time in that taxi. Tom and Layla ended up in a poke fight. It was quite entertaining." Amy chuckled, coming to stand beside me. "Come on, let's sit down." Amy sighed, and grabbed me and Tasha, and we all flopped onto the other sofa. Dougie frowned, we had left no room for anyone else to sit down, and I saw Tasha stick her tongue out at Dougie from the corner of my eye. He pouted and disappeared upstairs.

"Poor Dougie." Amy mocked.

"Shut up." Tasha hit her over the head.

"Oi, no fighting, please." Harry grinned, poking Amy before walking off into the kitchen. Danny was heaving the suitcase that I had left in the hallway, into the kitchen. Because Amy had dragged me to sit down, I had forgotten to do it myself. I got up and hurried over, picked up my suitcase from Danny's grip and brought it over to the washing machine.

"Sorry 'bout that." I smiled apolitically

"It's okay. You know, that thing weighs a ton, did you bring your kitchen sink or something?" Danny smiled slightly. I hit him over the head and took my seat back on the sofa, after pushing Amy out of it.

"I was here first." I said simply to her glare.

"I know, but you could have asked me to move over." Amy pouted.

"But you wouldn't have moved." I grinned, poking her.

"You know me too well…stalker." Amy narrowed her eyes to slits.

"Woah there, mamma!" I glared at her, got bored and got back up, Amy reclaimed my seat, and stretched her legs over Tasha's legs, resulting in her getting pushed off the sofa, by a very annoyed Tasha.

"No putting your legs on me! It's creepy!" Tasha frowned at Amy and got up. "Where we staying? If we are staying for more than today…" She walked to the stairs, where Dougie was sitting.

"Hey, Natasha." He smiled, getting up. "Whose room do you wanna stay in, eh?"

"Number one, DO NOT call me Natasha, number two, yours?" Tasha grinned. I frowned at that, Danny is gonna be disappointed.

"Yeah, Okay. Follow me." Dougie beamed and disappeared back upstairs, Tasha followed.

I looked at Danny, who, as I thought, looked very disappointed. What is so amazing about Tasha? I walked over to him, it was obvious that Layla was going to stay in Tom's room and Amy in Harry's room, so Danny's room was the only room left, get it? Good.

"I guess I'm stuck with you then," Danny grinned. Oh why? Is that so disappointing that you don't have perfect miss Simone?

"Is that a good thing, or bad thing?" I dared to ask. His grin faltered.

"Good thing of course." He frowned, he wasn't hiding anything, and he meant it. Okay so I'm not that bad then? Oh, all right then. Good.

"Okay… Good." I smiled and walked to the stairs, he followed behind.

But before I could reach the stairs I was pushed to the side by Layla who had appeared out of nowhere, she raced up the stairs, obviously heading towards Tom's room.

"Stupid Layla." I muttered under my breath and climbed the stairs, two at a time. Danny, again, followed suit.

Danny then took over me in the landing, considering I don't know where his room is, this was a good thing. I didn't wanna look stupid, not being able to find his room. We walked along the landing and I peeked into a room on the left, Dougie's room, by the looks of it, since… I stopped dead. Are they kissing? Flip sake, they hardly know each other; better not let Danny see that! Danny was walking back, wondering what I was looking at. I walked quickly to him and started pushing him back; we finally got to the end of the landing and entered a room, Danny Jones' room. Amazing, eh? It was quite big. But only had a double bed. Oh yay.

"What are Tasha and Dougie doing? You looked quite shocked when you saw them." Danny asked, sitting down on his bed.

"They were… sitting talking." I lied. Wow he's observant if he saw the flicker of shock on my face, it was only there for a split-second.

"Sure, they were." Danny narrowed his eyes, taking his shoes and jacket off.

"No honestly, they were just talking." I grimaced; I hated using the word 'honestly' when I was lying.

"Stop lying! What were they doing?" Danny blinked at me.

"Why do you care so much?" I frowned, and then stormed out of his room, heading for Dougie's room. I heard Danny sigh, loudly.

"Oi, Tasha, what the heck?" I stopped dead for a second time in less than 10 minutes; I swear they're totally attacking each other now.

Tasha froze. Her lips still on Dougie's. She backed away from him after a while and turned to look at me. She looked horrified.

"SHEILDS!" Tasha yelled. I flinched; I hate it when she uses my surname.

"What, Simone? Am I not allowed to walk in on you snogging some guy you hardly know?" I yelled back. Bet Danny heard that. Good.

"Oh shut up… It was… Sudden urge… really." Tasha looked at the floor. Dougie was attempting to hide now; apparently he didn't like angry girls in his room.

Danny had came out of his room and was now standing in the doorway to Dougie's room.

"You were kissing? You hardly know each other!" Danny blinked.

"True." Dougie spoke up from under his bed. "But, we're only messing, aren't we Tasha?"

"Yeah, we were only messing." Tasha said, and then pushed me and Danny out.

Gosh, and I thought life with Tasha couldn't get any worse. Turns out I was wrong.

A/N: I seems I've made Tasha out to look like a bitch, but she isn't really, Tasha and Abby have always had a rocky friendship, that's just the way they are towards each other. Don't worry