chapter 16
3 pt chapter
Chapter 16.3 - Narrator
“Are you boys ready for two weeks of American babes and promoting?” Fletch smiled as they cheered themselves with diet cokes instead of their usual beers.
“Dumbass laws. I’m legal to do it in England, I should be able to drink here,” Danny moaned.
“Don’t be such a baby,” Tom playfully pushed him. “It’s only two weeks.”
“Don’t be such a I-don’t-care kind of person,” he mumbled back.
“Hey now boys,” Fletch caught their attention. “When the meeting director returns, we’ll say goodbye and head to our first promotion stop; virgin mega store.”
Dougie sat up straight in his chair, remembering Kelly had gotten a job there recently to help pay for bills, as well as working at a party planning company. “What’s up?” Harry whispered to him. Dougie motioned his hand as if to say that it was nothing.
The meeting director returned to the room, “sorry about that. Thank you, McFly, for coming here to help promote Just My Luck. Lindsay is thrilled to see you guys again at the premiere as well as TRL this Thursday. We’re sorry that you won’t be promoting together, but we have you, Lindsay and Chris all in different locations to do three times the promotion,” he paused for a short breathe. “And now it looks like you’re to be heading for a photo shoot and interview at Virgin mega store. Have fun, and again thank you for coming.”
“Thank you,” they all repetitively said while shaking his head and leaving the office room.
“That went well,” Fletch slyly smiled as they stepped into the gigantic elevator.
“Terrible that we can’t promote in New Orleans,” Harry frowned a bit, remembering the late night parties they had had there, and his one hook up with Lindsay that only consisted of kissing. She had only done it because she was piss drunk and thought that he was Jared Leto, though the two look nothing alike; not even in the dark.
“Yeah, such a shame,” Tom replied.
“Don’t sound so sad Tom,” Danny sarcastically said.
“I am sad, but there’s nothing that we could have done.”
“Hush up you two,” Fletch hissed as the elevator stopped at the lobby. They walked out to the front where a limo awaited for them.
***
Chapter 16.6 - Tom’s point of view
“Here we are boys,” Fletch opened up the door of the music store for them, “ya ready?”
In unison, we all said, “yup.”
We were instantly greeted by an overly perky assistant manger named Cher. “Oh, hello, McFly! We are so happy to have you here. It’s great that you came. Today is going to be so much fun. You’re going to wish you did this everyday!” she smiled, “don’t be shy follow me.” We gave each other a weird look and followed her to the back of the store. “Photo shoots are done in back so that shoppers aren’t popping into your pictures, because that would be so totally weird, wouldn’t it be?” she grinned with wide open eyes. “This our photographer for you guys, meet Mr. Damham. Have fun, I’ll be back with snacks and to check on you soon,” her smile grew till it was the only thing you could notice about her face and then she left.
“Perky girl, ain’t she?” Mr. Damham smiled from behind his shaggy red bread.
“Yeahh,” Harry said.
“Try working with her,” the photographer chuckled. “We have a bunch of clothes for you to try on over there,” he pointed to four racks of clothes. “We tried to chose clothes similar to your tastes because who wants to do a shoot their uncomfortable in?” no one answered his question. “So go ahead, browse the clothes, try on, keep what you love.” He smiled a friendly smile and we headed to the racks of clothes.
“Don’t you four look fabulous,” Cher returned with a tray of cookies and crackers and cheese; quite the weird combination. “We’re trying to give you a sugar high so you don’t fall asleep.”
“Is this what she’s been eating?” Dougie chuckled in a whispered.
“Nah, she’s on the pure sugar. Just look at her ass,” I responded. She placed the tray of goodies down and left, and she defiantly had a JLO booty but a pre-pregnancy pre-federline body of Britney, with the personality of 6 year old who discovered hundreds of cookies from the cookie jar.
Cher quickly returned with kool-aid and water. “Have you boys chosen out your outfits to try on?” her sugar level must have went way down.
“Umm yeah,” Dougie nodded his head.
“Ok, I’ll show you each to your dressing rooms and stylist.”
“We each get our own?”
“Stylist?”
“Of course,” she smiled. “Each of you get your own room for privacy and relaxation. You expect us to put you all in one room? Puh-leez,” she giggled. “We tried to do that with the princesses of pop three years ago and the place about exploded with perfumed hearts.” She laughed hysterically while placing the drinks on a table. “And duh to having a stylist. You need someone to tell you that you look hot, and make sure that you are looking hot.” She titled her head and smiled. “not that you aren’t already hot. Right this way.” She led us past the green screen that we would be posing in front of in an hour. Dougie raced to the first room where the stylist was a super skinny, big-boobed bimbo. Ever since Kelly has blocked him from her life he’s been taking a ride to the farm and having a hoe-down. Danny took the next room which was with a big, muscular guy. Harry received the next room that had an innocent brunette waiting for him. I went to the last room with super-nerd.
“I’m so sorry,” she looked at her watch. “My shift is over. Let me get someone to cover,” she rushed out of the room. A few minutes later someone I didn’t except to see entered. It was Kelly.
“Hi, Tom,” she smiled sweetly. Her mocha brown hair was now a light blondish-brown and suited her nicely.
“Oh, whoa. Hi, Kelly,” I was very surprised to see her. “Didn’t expect you here.”
“Didn’t except to be your stylist,” she became shy again like when we had first met her. When she shut Dougie out of her life, she was shut out of mine, too.
“Why did you block us?” I blurted out. It made me feel some what furious that she was acting so kind when she was really a complete bitch. “How could you do this to us? I thought we were friends.”
She looked a-taken back as she sat on the counter in the dressing room. “What do you mean?”
“Changed your cell phone and home phone number. Changed your e-mail, returned our letters. What kind of person does that? Even after we were so good to you.”
“I thought it was you that blocked me.”
***
Chapter 16.9 - Kelly’s point of view
“You thought we blocked you?! We’re not the ones who changed our number and e-mail address.”
I frowned, folding her arms against her chest. “Please don’t yell,” my voice was soft.
“I have every right to yell,” he began to calm down. “You turned on us. You’ve changed.” My eyes narrowed down on him.
“Do you remember what I said in my last e-mail to you?” he shook his head no. “I told you that you and Dougie were two of my best friends.”
“So…” his voice was bitter, but it was no better than the yelling.
“Why would I block my best friends?”
“You honestly don’t think that we blocked you, now do ya?”
“I surely didn’t block you,” I cloud feel tears welding up in my eyes. I prayed that I wouldn’t cry in front of him. That would make my job go down the drain because a mad customer and an upset worker equals the customer complaining and me getting fired; seems like my bad luck might be returning.
“I think you’re a liar.”
“Your words hurt me,” my voice was weak and I longed to leave and go have a good cry in Ron’s arms.
“Your blocking hurt us. It sucks, doesn’t it?”
“I didn’t,” I huffed, “I don’t get what you’re talking about. I said I didn’t block you out of my life. I want you guys in it.”
“Then why couldn’t we reach you? Huhh?” Tom sounded like an immature eight year old.
“Why couldn’t I reach you?”
“You tell me.”
I restrained myself from saying what I wanted to say. I wanted to bitch him out more than anything for accusing me of blocking them out of my life. What had happened? I had e-mailed Tom telling him he was my best friend and then I didn’t hear from them again. It’s like some horror story come true. “Why don’t you try on your clothes so we can get on with the photo shoot?”
“Fine,” he huffed, rolling his eyes at me. I left the room to stand outside as he dressed. I peered down the hallway knowing that all the Mcfly boys occupied one of the rooms; and knowing that Dougie was in one of them. Part of me wanted to go talk to him, but from Tom’s reaction to me, I knew Dougie had to be taking it harder, plus the other two would probably hate me because Tom and Dougie hate me. The other part of me knew I couldn’t leave my job for social talk as much as I wanted to get away from Tom and all of this. Tom opened the door a few minutes later. He was wearing a nice black dress t-shirt and khaki shorts which sagged, showing his batman boxers.
“You look nice,” I managed to look in his eyes and tell him the truth. He rolled his eyes which looked a tad red, as if he had started to cry but stopped himself.
“Thanks,” he rudely replied.
“Is that what you want to wear for the shoot?”
“No, I only picked it because I hate it,” he sarcastically said while reshutting the door on my face.
I knocked on the door. “Uh, Tom, I sort of need to get in there.”
“Blimey,” he huffed, rolling his eyes and letting me in the door.
“I suppose you’d rather style your own hair than have Kelly germs in it,” I let something rude slip out of my mouth regretting it the instant I said it. I wanted to almost die because I knew I would be losing my job.
“One thing we can agree on.”
Chapter 16.3 - Narrator
“Are you boys ready for two weeks of American babes and promoting?” Fletch smiled as they cheered themselves with diet cokes instead of their usual beers.
“Dumbass laws. I’m legal to do it in England, I should be able to drink here,” Danny moaned.
“Don’t be such a baby,” Tom playfully pushed him. “It’s only two weeks.”
“Don’t be such a I-don’t-care kind of person,” he mumbled back.
“Hey now boys,” Fletch caught their attention. “When the meeting director returns, we’ll say goodbye and head to our first promotion stop; virgin mega store.”
Dougie sat up straight in his chair, remembering Kelly had gotten a job there recently to help pay for bills, as well as working at a party planning company. “What’s up?” Harry whispered to him. Dougie motioned his hand as if to say that it was nothing.
The meeting director returned to the room, “sorry about that. Thank you, McFly, for coming here to help promote Just My Luck. Lindsay is thrilled to see you guys again at the premiere as well as TRL this Thursday. We’re sorry that you won’t be promoting together, but we have you, Lindsay and Chris all in different locations to do three times the promotion,” he paused for a short breathe. “And now it looks like you’re to be heading for a photo shoot and interview at Virgin mega store. Have fun, and again thank you for coming.”
“Thank you,” they all repetitively said while shaking his head and leaving the office room.
“That went well,” Fletch slyly smiled as they stepped into the gigantic elevator.
“Terrible that we can’t promote in New Orleans,” Harry frowned a bit, remembering the late night parties they had had there, and his one hook up with Lindsay that only consisted of kissing. She had only done it because she was piss drunk and thought that he was Jared Leto, though the two look nothing alike; not even in the dark.
“Yeah, such a shame,” Tom replied.
“Don’t sound so sad Tom,” Danny sarcastically said.
“I am sad, but there’s nothing that we could have done.”
“Hush up you two,” Fletch hissed as the elevator stopped at the lobby. They walked out to the front where a limo awaited for them.
***
Chapter 16.6 - Tom’s point of view
“Here we are boys,” Fletch opened up the door of the music store for them, “ya ready?”
In unison, we all said, “yup.”
We were instantly greeted by an overly perky assistant manger named Cher. “Oh, hello, McFly! We are so happy to have you here. It’s great that you came. Today is going to be so much fun. You’re going to wish you did this everyday!” she smiled, “don’t be shy follow me.” We gave each other a weird look and followed her to the back of the store. “Photo shoots are done in back so that shoppers aren’t popping into your pictures, because that would be so totally weird, wouldn’t it be?” she grinned with wide open eyes. “This our photographer for you guys, meet Mr. Damham. Have fun, I’ll be back with snacks and to check on you soon,” her smile grew till it was the only thing you could notice about her face and then she left.
“Perky girl, ain’t she?” Mr. Damham smiled from behind his shaggy red bread.
“Yeahh,” Harry said.
“Try working with her,” the photographer chuckled. “We have a bunch of clothes for you to try on over there,” he pointed to four racks of clothes. “We tried to chose clothes similar to your tastes because who wants to do a shoot their uncomfortable in?” no one answered his question. “So go ahead, browse the clothes, try on, keep what you love.” He smiled a friendly smile and we headed to the racks of clothes.
“Don’t you four look fabulous,” Cher returned with a tray of cookies and crackers and cheese; quite the weird combination. “We’re trying to give you a sugar high so you don’t fall asleep.”
“Is this what she’s been eating?” Dougie chuckled in a whispered.
“Nah, she’s on the pure sugar. Just look at her ass,” I responded. She placed the tray of goodies down and left, and she defiantly had a JLO booty but a pre-pregnancy pre-federline body of Britney, with the personality of 6 year old who discovered hundreds of cookies from the cookie jar.
Cher quickly returned with kool-aid and water. “Have you boys chosen out your outfits to try on?” her sugar level must have went way down.
“Umm yeah,” Dougie nodded his head.
“Ok, I’ll show you each to your dressing rooms and stylist.”
“We each get our own?”
“Stylist?”
“Of course,” she smiled. “Each of you get your own room for privacy and relaxation. You expect us to put you all in one room? Puh-leez,” she giggled. “We tried to do that with the princesses of pop three years ago and the place about exploded with perfumed hearts.” She laughed hysterically while placing the drinks on a table. “And duh to having a stylist. You need someone to tell you that you look hot, and make sure that you are looking hot.” She titled her head and smiled. “not that you aren’t already hot. Right this way.” She led us past the green screen that we would be posing in front of in an hour. Dougie raced to the first room where the stylist was a super skinny, big-boobed bimbo. Ever since Kelly has blocked him from her life he’s been taking a ride to the farm and having a hoe-down. Danny took the next room which was with a big, muscular guy. Harry received the next room that had an innocent brunette waiting for him. I went to the last room with super-nerd.
“I’m so sorry,” she looked at her watch. “My shift is over. Let me get someone to cover,” she rushed out of the room. A few minutes later someone I didn’t except to see entered. It was Kelly.
“Hi, Tom,” she smiled sweetly. Her mocha brown hair was now a light blondish-brown and suited her nicely.
“Oh, whoa. Hi, Kelly,” I was very surprised to see her. “Didn’t expect you here.”
“Didn’t except to be your stylist,” she became shy again like when we had first met her. When she shut Dougie out of her life, she was shut out of mine, too.
“Why did you block us?” I blurted out. It made me feel some what furious that she was acting so kind when she was really a complete bitch. “How could you do this to us? I thought we were friends.”
She looked a-taken back as she sat on the counter in the dressing room. “What do you mean?”
“Changed your cell phone and home phone number. Changed your e-mail, returned our letters. What kind of person does that? Even after we were so good to you.”
“I thought it was you that blocked me.”
***
Chapter 16.9 - Kelly’s point of view
“You thought we blocked you?! We’re not the ones who changed our number and e-mail address.”
I frowned, folding her arms against her chest. “Please don’t yell,” my voice was soft.
“I have every right to yell,” he began to calm down. “You turned on us. You’ve changed.” My eyes narrowed down on him.
“Do you remember what I said in my last e-mail to you?” he shook his head no. “I told you that you and Dougie were two of my best friends.”
“So…” his voice was bitter, but it was no better than the yelling.
“Why would I block my best friends?”
“You honestly don’t think that we blocked you, now do ya?”
“I surely didn’t block you,” I cloud feel tears welding up in my eyes. I prayed that I wouldn’t cry in front of him. That would make my job go down the drain because a mad customer and an upset worker equals the customer complaining and me getting fired; seems like my bad luck might be returning.
“I think you’re a liar.”
“Your words hurt me,” my voice was weak and I longed to leave and go have a good cry in Ron’s arms.
“Your blocking hurt us. It sucks, doesn’t it?”
“I didn’t,” I huffed, “I don’t get what you’re talking about. I said I didn’t block you out of my life. I want you guys in it.”
“Then why couldn’t we reach you? Huhh?” Tom sounded like an immature eight year old.
“Why couldn’t I reach you?”
“You tell me.”
I restrained myself from saying what I wanted to say. I wanted to bitch him out more than anything for accusing me of blocking them out of my life. What had happened? I had e-mailed Tom telling him he was my best friend and then I didn’t hear from them again. It’s like some horror story come true. “Why don’t you try on your clothes so we can get on with the photo shoot?”
“Fine,” he huffed, rolling his eyes at me. I left the room to stand outside as he dressed. I peered down the hallway knowing that all the Mcfly boys occupied one of the rooms; and knowing that Dougie was in one of them. Part of me wanted to go talk to him, but from Tom’s reaction to me, I knew Dougie had to be taking it harder, plus the other two would probably hate me because Tom and Dougie hate me. The other part of me knew I couldn’t leave my job for social talk as much as I wanted to get away from Tom and all of this. Tom opened the door a few minutes later. He was wearing a nice black dress t-shirt and khaki shorts which sagged, showing his batman boxers.
“You look nice,” I managed to look in his eyes and tell him the truth. He rolled his eyes which looked a tad red, as if he had started to cry but stopped himself.
“Thanks,” he rudely replied.
“Is that what you want to wear for the shoot?”
“No, I only picked it because I hate it,” he sarcastically said while reshutting the door on my face.
I knocked on the door. “Uh, Tom, I sort of need to get in there.”
“Blimey,” he huffed, rolling his eyes and letting me in the door.
“I suppose you’d rather style your own hair than have Kelly germs in it,” I let something rude slip out of my mouth regretting it the instant I said it. I wanted to almost die because I knew I would be losing my job.
“One thing we can agree on.”