Stay Strong (A Script Fanfic) (Slow updates)

Chapter 7

Selena's POV

"No way!" A giggle escaped my lips as Glen tossed the newspaper into my lap. Plastered all over the front page was that perfect shot of Ridley's face as Danny's fist connected with it. It was priceless. I had half a mind to cut it out and pin it on my bedroom wall, just so I could look at it whenever I felt down. Danny snatched the newspaper from my grasp.

"Blimey! Look at his face!" He exclaimed from his place at the end of the sofa, one hand resting lightly on my waist as I sat in his lap. "'Script Frontman starts public brawl!'" He read aloud, a smirk forming on his lips. I raised an eyebrow and scanned the text.

"'Danny O'Donoghue, renowned Irish rockstar, 33, was yesterday caught on camera in a fight with Ridley James, 28. The latter recently was involved in the high profile scandal which saw him become instantly famous for THAT kiss with Lena Darte, O'Donoghue's estranged girlfriend. So we at the Sun have to ask, how is it that these two have suddenly come to blows, almost six months after the incident which caused the Irish rockstar to cancel his bands tour, and leave the public eye behind? It seems that the answer was obvious: Selena Darte. So what is it that the brash brunette has done this time?'" I laughed at that last sentence and Mark nodded.

"Accurate description, you're always causing trouble!" He commented. I rolled my eyes.

"Amen to that!" Sam's voice resonated from the kitchen. "Anyone for tea?" Danny looked up from the paper.

"Sure, milk two sugars if you're offering."

"Got any coffee?" Glen settled himself in an armchair as Sam answered.

"Yep, black, one sugar?" Her face, framed by poker straight blonde locks, popped around the corner with a smile. Glen frowned in surprise.

"Yeah... How'd you know?"

"Oh... No reason, I just remember Lena mentioned it a while back." I quirked an eyebrow, looking suspiciously at the blank wall where her head had just been. Turning back, I saw that Danny had a sulky look on his face. "What?"

"She remembers Glen's coffee order, despite the fact that she's only just met him, but doesn't know how many sugars I have in my tea?" His bottom lip stuck out childishly and I tutted, resisting the overwhelming urge to laugh.

"Danny, the girl has just come out of a coma, and she has a tendency to develop crushes on band members. Seeing as you're officially off-limits, and Mark's married, Sam's options are pretty limited." That cheered him up a little, which is more than I can say for Glen.

"What do you mean 'limited'? I think you'll find that I am a fine specimen of a man!" He stood and flexed what he called 'muscles.' I was kind of glad that Sam was busying herself in the kitchen at that moment in time. Mark shot Glen down in an instant.

"Aye, you're a specimen mate, but I'm not gonna say what of." That got everyone laughing, even Glen let out an exasperated chuckle. He sat back down, admitting defeat, as Sam entered the room right on cue, expertly balancing a tray laden with cups.

"I didn't know if you wanted any Mark, so I just made some anyway, there's milk and sugar on the counter if you want any." She passed the boys their tea and coffe, before handing me my favourite mug filled with hot chocolate, and squeezing onto the tiny sofa with her own. Bless her, she'd even put marshmallows and sprinkles in it. Sipping the steaming drink steadily, Sam motioned for me to hand her the newspaper. "Let's see what the rest of it says then." Her pale blue eyes scanned the print quickly, and let out a small, exasperated sigh. "Listen to this; 'The troubled 24-year-old student, from London, is known for her particular proclivity for older men. Already she has claimed Irish heartthrob O'Donoghue, who is nearly ten years her senior, and as we all know, had a very public affair with Ridley James, who is four years older than her. She is also known for her dramatic relationship with the press, often refusing to speak to the Sun about her heartthrob boyfriend, and on one occasion, breaking our chief photographer's nose. (For a full account, as well as a full profile on Miss Darte, see our website.)'" Both Mark and Glen let out chuckles, and Danny whistled through his teeth in disbelief.