Only the Strong Survive (McFly FanFic)

The Innocence has Long Been Broken

The car was already waiting for me when I reached the house. Everything was a lot less subtle when Dougie picked me up. He insisted on parking in the same space underneath the same tree every time, and if it was taken he would drive around the block until whoever owned the offending car came and moved it. Although Danny and the others liked their cars, they tended to keep them subtly expensive, they were all black with powerful engines that were nicely hidden away. Dougie’s car however was red. Very red, and it screamed “I COST MONEY COME AND GET ME.” He also liked playing his music, very loudly.

I knocked on the window. He ignored me. I sighed, and moved round to the front of the car. I held my bag threateningly over the bonnet and waited. He continued to ignore me, we played this game almost every week. I dropped the bag.

He slammed his fist down on the car horn and glared at me through the window. I grinned at him, we both knew my bag hadn’t actually touched his precious car; I’d caught it just in time. He clicked my door open and I clambered in, turning down his music as I did so.

“Hey Butty.” I said.

“You, need to refer to me using my proper title.” He said, grinning proudly at me.

Dougie had, only a couple of weeks previously, won ‘I’m a Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here.’ and was determined that we all called him ‘The King’, to show how pleased we were with him. Of course I was proud of him, I was insanely proud of him and he knew it, but I wasn’t going to satisfy him that easily.

“How was your day?” I asked him, flicking through his iPod to find some songs I liked.

“I was on the telly this morning, didn’t you watch it?” He asked, sounding a little hurt.

“Honestly? No, I didn’t, I got up late and I have to catch a train in the mornings.”

“Yeah but...”

“Was it worth watching?”

“Well it was me, your friend, on the telly.”

“Which never happens does it?”

“Nope.”

“Did you enjoy being on the telly this morning?”

“No. I hate doing it on my own.”

“Well there we are then; you’ll probably say more things of interest in this car journey than you did on that program.”

“But this is an hour long.”

“You offered mate.”

“Actually, I didn’t. Fletch called Danny and Tom in, Harry and Izzy were out somewhere, Georgia’s in Bolton and Lara went shopping with Giovanna.”

“What were you doing by yourself then?”

“Fiddling.”

“Shut up.”

“So how was your day? Have you got tickets to come and see a devilishly handsome bass player?”

“No, but we are going to see you. And the others.”

“How many dates?”

“Three.”

“Bloody hell, you must really like us.”