Wonderland // McFly

In the Deep End of The Pool

November 29, 2004

I didn't end up telling Fletch about what the boys were doing, and I didn't ask the boys about Dougie's Birthday. I really didn't want to talk to them.

Fletch put me in charge of managing the boys in the studio for now. I walked in on the Monday before Dougie's birthday, the first time they'd had rehearsal since the 'incident', and all the boys turned bright red.

"Hi Lilly. How are you?" Tom asks.

"Calm down, Fletch isn't coming and I'm not telling him." All the boys let out a breath. "However I don't really feel like talking to any of you, so just play." I say.

The boys began to practice, while I still had to figure out what to get Dougie for his birthday. I know he likes Lizards, but I couldn't get him a lizard. What if he maxed out on tank space? But what about another gross animal?

I put it to the back of my mind. The only other thing I knew about Dougie was that he liked the band Blink 182. At least, I figured he did, since the only other thing I saw in his room other than lizards were Blink 182 posters...everywhere.

A couple of hours later, the boys finished practicing.

"Goodbye guys!" I said, as they packed up and left. I stayed for a while, still writing down ideas for what I could do for Dougie's birthday.

"You alright, Lilly?" I heard. I looked up to see Tom standing before me.

"Oh, um, yes. Thank you, Tom." I said, getting up.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Of course, yeah. I'm just a bit stressed out." I say, gathering my things.

"Why?" Tom asked.

"I don't know what to get Dougie for his birthday." I say.

"Oh, well his tarantula just died. Why don't you get him a new one? They're not that expensive. Only a few pounds. Plus, he's already got all the stuff to care for it because of his old one."

"That's a great idea!" I say, and give him a hug, catching him off gaurd. "Thanks Tom!"

"No problem. We're all going to hang at the band house tomorrow to celebrate early. You should come."

"That's okay." I said.

"Okay, but the invites out there, if you want it." I smiled.

"Oh, wait, does Dougie like cake? I was thinking of making him a cake." I say.

"Who doesn't like cake?" Tom asks and I laugh.

"Perfect." I said. "See you tomorrow." I said, leaving.

"You too!" He smiles.

Plan Dougie's birthday is a go.

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