It Will Be His Downfall, Or Will It be Mine?
I am on a complete McFly high right now! Hey, that rhymed! Sorry. Anyway, I decided to right a McFly fic! Hope you all enjoy it!!!! This is Elliot's Story!!!!
Please comment because it means alot to hear, or read really, what you think! Maybe even favorite? The first person to leave a very long comment (or at least to my standards) will win a place in my story and u can pick which McFly guy uu want! How's that? Huh? Let the reading commence!
Elliot Stone was an average 14 year old girl. She had short, brown hair that had a sort of way kink to it, chocolate brown eyes that would make anyone crave some chocolate and slightly tanned skin. She was a pretty girl but, she never dressed to accommodate it. She was an extremely bubbly person. Always finding ways to lighten the mood, unless of course she was mad at you. Then, you should run for the hills and never look back. After all, Hell have no fury like a woman's wrath. No truer words were ever spoken. Elliot was a smart girl and it was because of this that she was deemed, geek. She also wore glasses, which didn't help the matter. Her best friend in the world was a boy named Harry Judd. He had brown hair with blonde streaks that he often put up in spikes, blue eyes as clear as the sky in the spring and could always make her laugh. Harry had a talent when it came to music and he had taken drum lessons at the first chance he got. He was very good and was even part of a small band that was made up of him and 3 other boys. Tom Fletcher, and . They were all great friends but, none were as close to Elliot as Harry was. She trusted him with everything but, then one day, he left. He left to go to London with the other members of his band, McFly, and hadn't contacted er since. She had tried to contact him but, his mobile had been changed, the other line going dead. He never answered her e-mails and she had no idea where in London he was. He had left her and wasn't coming back. That was when she changed. She was no longer the girl that sat in the background, trying to sink into the walls. She bought contact lenses instead of glasses and she started trying to get with the fashion trends. She styled her hair every morning and started wearing make-up. She was no longer the shy, geeky girl that depended on Harry for protection. She was a no longer the bubbly girl that you either loved or hated. She was her worst nightmare. She was fitting in.