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Collapsing Defenses	By : enomi Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > McFly Views: 1624 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of McFly. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Ok. This is my first McFly fiction, and i am nervous to no end. I have been reading other McFly fictions on the official forums, and im overwhelmed by the talent and plots. But here i go. I hope you like it

*crosses fingers*

WARNING: This is a slash fic, meaning that this is boy/boy relationships, with later chapters consisting of boy/boy smex. So if this offends you, please do not read.

"Quotes" = Spoken speach
Thoughts/Flashbacks in Italics

~~Prologue~~

POV: Dougie

I stumbled towards the ground, my hands shooting forward to brace my fall. I wince as the skin of my palms scrap painfully against the concrete below.

I stay on my hands and knees as I stared down towards the grey of the pavement trying to blink away the tears that begins to blur my vision, ultimately shutting them tightly as a sudden pain erupted from my midsection as a boot made swift contact with it.

My sobs of anguish were making it difficult to recover the loss of breath from the blow as my knees subconsciously curled in towards my stomach in hopes to defend itself from another strike.

My forehead lower slowly to rest against the cold concrete floor, my shoulders no longer able to support my head as the pain wracked my body.

I cough out; the metallic taste of blood was evident on my tongue with further confirmation of it as my eyes slowly open to be greeted with the vision of crimson staining the pavement below.

A hand reaches down to grip the collar of my shirt as I was pulled to my feet and then shoved back against a wall.

The cracking sound of the back of my skull hitting the brick wall left me dazed and groggy and the groan that left my throat did not stop the laughter that emanated from my tormentors.

Strands of my blond hair stuck to the sweat that was now forming on my brow.

My half lidded eyes were staring through those same strands of hair towards the boy holding me up against the wall, the tears and sweat distorting the image of his face, making the whole experience dreamlike.

“Look’t er lads, this is the queer I been tellin you about” he says as his grip tightens on my collar.

“What should we do to him?” A voice chuckles from behind; my eyes not being able to focus on anything in the background.

“How bout we beat the queer out of him” another voice suggests from behind.

“Or,” the one holding me up replies, “we can just beat the queer.”

The others behind him chuckle maliciously as I see the boy in front of me smirk and pull his fist back. Tears streak down my cheeks as my eyes shut slowly in anticipation of the inevitable blow.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

I awake with a start as my panicked eyes scan my surroundings.

The images of the dream falling back into the recesses of my mind. My erratic breathing had just began to regulate as I realize that I am in one of the seating compartments of the train and I sigh out heavily.

Another knock at the door snaps me out of my relief.

“Yes?” my voice sounding shaky.

“I’m sorry to disturb” a muffled voice from behind the door yells out, “but your stop will be coming up in about 5 minutes.” I cough to clear my throat.

“Okay, thank you” the sound of retreating footsteps can be heard after my reply.

I slouch back into my seat as the events from the dream started to resurface, but I shake my head trying to dislodge them from my mind’s eye. I can’t think of that now.

I look out the window as the scenery passes by, waiting to reach my desired destination.

That’s right, i think to myself, still staring out, I’m on this train to get away from all that. Mum said that I can move in with my sister Jazzie to attend sixth form. I breathe out a sigh. I can start anew.

A frown forms on my lips as memories threaten to resurface once again but the train whistles, the com cracking seconds afterwards announcing the trains arrival at the station. I shake the thoughts from my mind for what seems like the millionth time today as I gather my baggage from the seats next to me, readying to make my leave.

The train screeches to a slow stop, the hiss of the engine becomes deafening to the ears.

The doors to the train slide open as I struggle through them while juggling the four pieces of luggage I brought along with me.

I had a suitcase in each hand, one under my right arm and a roller hooked on my right foot, only using my left foot to bounce off the train backwards through the exit.

It would be easier if I just set down a suitcases to free at least one of my hands and drag out the roller, but i admit to myself that it was too much work, concluding finally that with my current way of exiting, I wouldn’t have to go back and forth unloading my belongings. I nod in agreement to myself as I continue to bounce backwards.

As I pass through the threshold, I catch a notch on the ground, pushing me off balance and sending me falling on my bum. I let out a groan of both pain and frustration.

Smooth Dougie, real smooth. I metally growl, rubbing my hand against my throbbing backside, a familiar giggle fills the air around me.

While still on the ground, nursing the ache, I look back at the smiling face of my sister who is squatting down to grin at me at eye level.

“Jazzie, will you stop laughing at me and help me up” I give her a pout indicating my disapproval, which only makes her giggle harder. My bottom lip protrudes out even more, her reaction not the one I was hoping for.

She stands up properly, holding her hand out towards me with the same beaming smile she greeted me with.

I can't stay mad at her, I sigh to myself, shaking my head.

I meet her gaze and smile back up at her.

“Clumsy as ever, eh Dougie?” I take hold of her offered hand and she helps pull me up. She then wraps her arms around my neck pulling me into a tight hug.

“God, I missed you” I hug her back as she continues, “Its been almost 10 months since I moved here to attend Uni. 10 months since I've seen you and mum.” She breaths out calmly, “I just been way too busy to visit, i mean, with all the coarse work that needs to be done and working at the pub, i just haven't had the time.” She pulls back a little to look at my face.

She smiles up at me but she notices my sulking face.

“Well, You did visit that one time” I say with eyes downcast. Jazzie looks at me confused, but later her eyes shows a hint of sadness, remembering the reason why she came to visit that one time.

She reluctantly lets go, smoothing out the imaginary creases in her blouse and picks up the smallest suitcase off the ground, coughing slightly to clear her throat as that same smile returns to her face.

“Well then, let’s get your things packed up into the car, shall we?” I roll my eyes as she turns to walk away, leaving me to retrieve the remaining three large pieces of baggage.

I quickly grab them off the ground and follow Jazzie's retreating figure out of the station and into the car park.

~~ To Be Continued ~~

Well... that was the Prologue. I have no idea if i should continue this or not. Somthing inside me says that this plot (or at least the plot i have in my head) is a bit played out, but who knows. Maybe with enough comments on the boards, i will continue.
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