Smile {James Bourne/McBusted Fanfiction}

Chapter 3 - Cheesy

Chapter 3

Cheesy

A few days later, Sierra and I agreed to meet up at her flat, and in the car on the way there, between blasting the radio at top volume and coming up with some song ideas in my head, I got a reply on twitter from someone who was clearly a bit pissed off at me for something I tweeted that must have come across as rude or awkward.

What did I do wrong? I frowned, seeing the hate message flash up on my screen and stopping the car to reply, Why do people hate on me? I don't mean to be rude!

I got these replies every once in a while, and they were always the ones that stuck out in the stream of compliments and funny tweets, however, trying not to let it get to me even though it obviously did bother me, I shoved my phone in my pocket and followed the directions I'd been given to Sierra's house. A few minutes I reached her flat after trudging up a few flights of stairs (normally I would have taken the lift but it was apparently out of order). However, before I could knock on the door it opened, almost hitting me in the face.

“Oh, sorry man,” a masculine voice said. It belonged to a guy with short blond hair that was streaked with red and blue.

“It's okay, um...” I trailed off, not knowing who exactly he was.

“The name's Geoff,” he nodded, “Are you here for Sierra?”

“Uh, yeah. And I'm James,” I replied, “Nice to meet you.”

“You too mate. I'm just on my way out.”

“Oh, um, well have fun at whatever you're doing,” I said awkwardly as he walked away without another word. Unsure of where Sierra would be, I stepped into the flat, closing the dorr behind me. Almost at once I could hear someone playing the piano, so I followed the noise. It was Sierra, and before I could say a word, she began to sing.

“Head under water, and you tell me to breathe easy for a while, the breathing gets harder, even I know that ...”

Not wanting to interrupt, I hid behind the slightly opened door, listening. Her voice was quite high, but very pretty, and even though I wasn't too sure I liked the song, she made it enjoyable.

“Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that there's a reason to write you a love song today, today...”

Once I was certain she'd finished, I walked out from behind the door, clapping. She turned around, mouth falling open slightly when she saw me then.

“James!” she blushed.

“You really like those cheesy songs?” I smirked, sitting down the bed that was crammed into the corner of the room.

“Uh, yeah...” she frowned, “How did you get in here?”

“Some guy let me in.”

“That'll have been Geoff.”

“Boyfriend?”

She nodded as a reply, “Mhmm. Been going out for two years now.”

“Still not living together?”

“He can't afford it so he still lives with his parents.”

“Weak.”

“Shut up...” she bit her lip, still frowning, “Anyway, what was wrong with that song?”

“Nothing wrong with how you played it or anything, it's just one of the most annoying tunes I've heard.”

“It's a classic!”

“If it's a 'classic', how come I haven't heard of it before?”

“You can't have a very good taste in music then!” she shot back defiantly.

“We both know that's not true.”

“Fine then Mr, show me some so-called 'good' music!” she scooted along the piano stool so I could sit down. I stood up from the bed and plonked down next to her.

“Alright...” My tongue stuck out of my mouth in concentration as I began to play 'Smooth Criminal' by Michael Jackson. A few bars in she did a massive fake yawn, almost hitting me in the face with her arms.

I stopped playing, “Seriously?”

“Yes,” she smirked, “I didn't like it. It was too cheesy.”

“Wow...” I rolled my eyes in disbelief and she giggled, “You know what? Forget that, let's just do some song writing.”

“Ooh, yay!” she clapped her hands happily, “Alright, so I have a few ideas...”

Two hours and one awesome song later, she announced that she had to go out.

“Sorry we only had a couple of hours to work on it,” she said apologetically, “But next time we can have even more time, right?”

“Yeah, sure,” I chuckled, “But evenings are off limits.”

“Oh yeah, you have McBusted stuff,” she rolled her eyes, “I guess I can cope with daytimes then.”

“Good,” I grinned, grabbing my coat from the hall and pulling it on, “I had fun today though.”

“Me too,” she smiled softly, opening the door for me, “Thanks for everything James.” With that, she shut the door, and I began the long walk back to my car. Now to get ready for an awesome concert with McBusted!

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A/N: Not completely happy with this chapter but whatever. Song Sierra was singing should be on the side >>>. Anyway, thanks for the votes and stuff guys, it really means a lot! It'd be awesome if I got some feedback on the story in the comments as well! Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you at the next update!

SONG OF THE CHAPTER: Love Song by Sara Bareilles