"Come on in" Alex says in a mellow tone.
"Please keep it down, my father is in the room and he's not doing well..." He whispers, his voice breaking, his eyes red and watery.
"Can we see him?" Emily asks, patting Alex on the back gently.
"Sure, maybe seeing people would cheer him up" Alex replied, leading the gang to the room at the end of the corridor.
"I'm dying....." Alex's dad, a frog and the King of England, croaks as he lay in his bed.
George starts to cry. He is a very emotional man and not many people know that about him and that's why he is such a complex person and there's more to him than his massive footlong and sex appeal and being in the biggest band in the world.
Chicken wif shoes holds George around his ankle because that's as high as he can reach and guides him out of the room because he is uncontrollably sobbing.
"What is happening son...?" Alex's Dad, King Harold, asks in a faint and drifting voice.
"We have found ourselves in a bit of a calamity... You see father, my dear friend Declan, the one who you met and said was kinda fruity, has been kidnapped along with a man in a bottle of some sort."
"Dear heavens..." King Harold coughs.
"What should we do your majesty?" Asks McBeardy.
"Go where the bad music guides you...." King Harold drifts off.
"DAD???" Yells Alex.
The room goes silent...
" ;P" - King Harold
He d worded.
"Oh God!" Sobs Alex, Emily pulls him into her shoulder and her shirt gets progressively wetter as the tears flowing from Alex are constant.
McBeardy pulls the bed cover over King Harold and walks out of the house with the rest of the gang.
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A Farting Fantasy - Declan McKenna
FanfictionLife is mundane for 18-year-old Emily Vanita who was born and raised in a small town just outside of London, until one day when she gets a call from BBC Radio 1 that gives her the opportunity of a lifetime...
