Wonderland // McFly

Dreams We Have as Kids

February 15, 2008

Last night, the boys performed their second show in Australia and it's safe to say afterwards we all went out and got really drunk.

Like...really drunk...

I woke up and saw the Dougie was still asleep next to me. I look over at the clock. It's already 10. It's good we have a day off today.

When I get to the kitchen upstairs, the pounding in my head has intensified from when I was laying down

Why? Why did I do this to myself?

I draw the blinds and put on the kettle before hearing:

"Hi Lilly!" In a chipper voice. I jump and turn to see Fletch holding a mug. Did I mention Fletch was staying in the same flat as us?

Yeah. He is.

I love Fletch, but Fletch is the most talkative person I have ever encountered in my entire life. And for some reason he loves to talk very loud, especially when you don't want him to.

Like right now.

"Fletch. You scared me." I say, putting my hand over my beating heart and sighing.

"Gosh, you look awful! How late were you lot out last night?" He asks.

"Late enough that I don't want to tell you." I say, taking a mug out of the cupboard.

"Lilly. The boys are here for work." Fletch says.

"And they are working! They're also allowed to have fun! Who knows when we'll be back in Australia!" I say, excited.

"Alright...alright...as long as there's an album at the end of this trip."

"Fletch, have I ever let you down?" I smile.

"Well-" He begins.

"Don't answer that."

"Fletch, why is it that your voice is the first thing I hear in the morning and the last thing I hear before I go to bed?" I hear, and turn to see Tom standing in the corridor to the kitchen.

"Because you're a very lucky young man Thomas." Fletch says, walking past Tom back to his room. Tom looks at me.

"You look awful." He says, rubbing his eyes.

"You people are so mean." I say. "And you don't exactly look like a bouquet of flowers either." I pull another mug out of the cupboard for him.

"Ok...whatever that means...what are we doing today?" Tom asks.

"Uhh making an album?" I ask.

"Well yeah, but I mean what are we doing for fun before we go to the studio?" He asks, taking the mug I hand to him. The boys usually didn't start writing until later in the day because that's just the way their circadian clocks (or songwriting clocks) worked, meaning we usually did something fun until night time.

"I don't know. Why don't you wake up your band members?" I ask.

"Will you help me?" Tom says.

"I don't know. I did this with Harry and you once and my ears still haven't fully recovered." I say.

"It's something a little less loud and a little more shocking." Tom smiles.

"Uh...okay...what do you have in mind?" I ask.

"Give me permission to torment your boyfriend?"

"Always." I say.

Soon enough, Tom is sneaking into Dougie and my room while Danny, Harry and I stand in the doorway (and Harry videotapes).