Wonderland // McFly

Am I in Denial?

May 22, 2006

Not much had been happening for the McFly boys since Danny's birthday.

Like always, they were still very busy with press and writing their third album. Dougie and I were happy and things had been surprisingly normal lately.

Almost...too normal.

Tom and Danny had just gone away to Florida (Disney World, specifically) to meet up with James. I told them to give him my best wishes.

I never did forget about him.

Dougie and Harry, on the other hand stayed home to rehearse the songs they couldn't quite get the hang of for the third album.

The album was almost done. Only missing about three songs on it now. However, there was still a lot of sorting out to do.

I had realized rehearsals without Tom and Danny were very laid back, however being around Harry made me nervous. I mean, let's face it, if a member of McFly is going to get to the bottom of me and Dougie without us giving ourselves away, it would be Harry.

But so far, everything was good, and nothing was happening.

However, rehearsals hadn't been going on long until Harry requested a break.

"But you just started." I say. I know Tom and Danny were away, but I was still their manager, and I still wanted them to get a little work done.

"Not true." Harry whined like a toddler. "We've been going for an hour."

"You poor thing. Drumming away for a whole hour." I smile.

"Come on. We'll really work after this. Just let me run down the road to get a coffee?" He begged.

"Small black coffee, one sugar." I say.

"What?" Harry asked.

"That's what you're going to get me when you get your coffee." I smile. "Dougie you want anything?" Dougie laughed, declining, and Harry thanked me, leaving the studio quickly.

However, he hadn't been gone more than five minutes before running back into the studio with a giant grin plastered on his face.

"What?" I ask.

"Dougie." Harry says, ignoring me. "You'll never believe who's downstairs." Dougie furrows his brows towards Harry, looks at me with the curious expression and then back to Harry. "Blink."

Dougie's jaw drops to the floor.

"Who?" I ask.

"Blink!" Dougie says, taking his bass off and putting it on the stand. "Blink 182!"

"The guys plastered all over our-" I stop myself and Harry looks over at me. Shit. "Do you wanna go see them?" I say.

"Please Lilly?" Dougie asks.

"We'll only be five minutes. Ten at most." Harry says.

"Of course. Go on." I say, as the two boys run out of the room and I take a deep breath.

Close one.

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It had to have been half an hour later that I realized I needed to stop sending emails and find the boys.

I closed my laptop and made my way downstairs into the hall near the lobby, where I saw Harry and Dougie squatting outside a studio window with their heads peeking up over the ledge.

"Guys?...What are you doing?" I ask, walking over to the window and looking in. I barely get a look before Dougie pulls me down so I'm squatting on the floor with him and Harry.

"Are you crazy?" Dougie asks.

"Blink 182 is in that room and you just looked in." Harry said. "You are not entitled!"

"Oh give me a break, Gollum." I say, standing up and quickly walking into the studio, hearing Dougie and Harry quietly protest.

There are three guys in the room, one with a bass, one with a guitar and one on drums. They stop what they're playing and look over at me.

"Uhm...hi." I say. "I'm Lilly."

"Tom." The guy with the guitar says.

"Mark." The guy with the bass says.

"Travis." The guy behind the drums adds.

"Right...and you're Blink 182." I say.

"That's us." Mark laughs. "Can we...help you?"

"Oh...right...sorry...yes, uh my frien- well...my clients technically, or best friends...they have you all over they're rooms-" I say

"What?" Travis says.

"No...I mean..." I sigh. "Have you ever heard of the band McFly?" I ask.

"Do do do do do." Mark sings.

"Do!" Travis and Tom finish.

"The Five Colours guys. We love 'em." Mark says.

"Well I'm their manager, and two of them are in the hallway, and they look up to you guys so much. They really want to meet you." I say. "They've been watching you rehearse for like...half an hour...not in a creepy way, just-"

"Say no more." Tom says.

"Yeah. Send them In!" Mark says. I smile, and quickly jog towards the door. I open it, and Dougie and Harry, who are still squatting outside the window look up at me.

"Well? What are you still doing out here?" I say, and both of there eyes go wide. I open the door wider and step aside. "Come on in."

The boys quickly get up and rush past me into the studio where I follow them. I follow them in and they stop short when they see the band.

"McFly." Mark says, walking over to the and shaking Dougie's hand. "Mark Hoppus."

And then Dougie passed out...

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"He shook my hand Tom! He took my hand and he goddamn shook it!" Dougie says, with the phone pressed to his ear sitting on the couch. I looked up at him, smiling as I hear him recount today's events to Tom again. I look back down to my biology books and close them.

"Yeah...yeah before I passed out. Okay. Okay yeah I'll let you go. Have fun on Space Mountain. Tell James and Danny I said hi." Dougie said, hanging up the phone.

"How's your head?" I ask. Dougie laughs.

"It's okay. You know, I'm not all too bothered that I passed out in front of Blink 182." Dougie smiles.

"Why?" I ask.

"I don't know. Harry caught me and it shows commitment, right?" He asks. I laugh, plopping on the couch next to him.

"Totally." I smile. "So I've been thinking-"

"Uh-oh." He says. I elbow him lightly and he laughs. "You've been thinking?"

"We should workout together! Go for runs and stuff, you know? It's not like the media doesn't know that we're friends and it wont even look like we're dating. Plus it's good for us and we're getting old." I say.

"Nineteen and twenty-one isn't old." Dougie laughs.

"Meh. We're getting there." I say. "What do you think?"

"Ugh...exercise." Dougie complains, throwing his head back.

"Come on, Doug." I say.

"I hate cardio." He says.

"Please?" I ask. "Pretty please with a cherry on top?" Dougie looks up at me with his eyebrow raised and I give him a quick kiss.

"I guess." He smiles.

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