Payphone Part 1
Micky was walking along the pavement; he kept walking, and walking. He had no destination whatsoever. The only thing on his mind was how messed up his life currently is, and how broken hearted he is right now. Cheeks red out of anger, holding back tears as he looked down and kept imagining that shadow. The shadow of the person he loved most, the shadow of what used to be his. Imagining that certain girl who hurted him the most, Sam.
She wasn’t just a usual girlfriend, he reminded himself. She used to be his best friend; she was even considered a family member by his family.
He imagined the first time he met her. He was in class in 5th grade, was messing around with crayons and leggos in recess with Dan and Greg, his two best friends. Then their teacher, Ms. Potts, who were constantly wearing cardigan and had that awfull grandma smell, brought in this tiny black-haired, tanned girl. She had red cheeks; she seemed like the opposite of shy. The light of the day, some people say.
He still remembered what she wore the first day they met, she wore blue knited top and a floral skirt and white long socks. She had her hair in a ponytail. “Hi, my name is Sam”, she introduced to the class who were all busy by themselves. She went in and walked care freely towards us. No, she didn’t go the where the girls were playing barbie dolls and having pretend-tea-parties. Instead, she went over to us and gave her hand out.
“Hi, I’m Sam”, she smiled. She had two loose teeth on fronth, which was hilarious. “Yes, I know”, Greg, said, still playing with his crayons. “What are you making there?”, she peeked through his drawings. Greg automatically pulled away, not letting her see. “Okay then”, she didn’t gave up. Instead she took three pieces of paper and some crayons.
Dan and me were curious with what she drew, while Greg is busy with his own world. After 10 minutes, her face lits up and handed all three of us that piece of drawn paper.
“Hey, here that’s for all of you. What’s your name?”, she was asking me while writing waiting with a piece of blue crayon to draw something.. “Michael, or Micky”, I raised an eyebrow, thinking what she’ll do next. “Okay, Micky, cute name”, she scribbled down Micky on top of the head where she drew all three of them in sticks. “Here’s you and me, I hope we’re gonna be good friends”, she said excitingly.
“And don’t be shy. Here”, she handed the paper to Greg. His blue eyes were curious enough to see what she had drawn for him. “Don’t worry. I bet your drawing is still better than mine”, she smiled again and ran off to another group of kids. Dan and Greg peeked to what she had made for them. A girl holding hands with a boy, there was a house, grass, and a sun.
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Micky smiled at the memory, the reminder of how innocent we all were years ago. Now he was kicking stones, still being very pissed from the recent incedents. He definitely is having mixed feelings about everything. He hates her for everything she did, but his mind constantly reminds him of the good things and the memories of Sam. He can’t turn it off. He can’t choose what to think.
He pulled his hoodie up, the breeze was getting to him. But he doesn’t want to come home. His phone kept ringing, and vibrating from all the messages he got. “Fuck, shut up”, he said when he took out his phones. 13 misscalls were from Dan, 5 from Greg, and 1 from Sam. He scrolled down through his messages.
From: Dan
Hey mate, where are you?! We’re getting worried. Call back.
From: Greg
Micksters, where are you? We were supposed to be meeting up for recording sesh. Where the hell are you?
From: Sam
I’m sorry. Please be okay, talk to you soon? Xx
From: Dan
Oi, where the fuck are you? You’re three hours late. Come here! we’re waiting
From: Greg
Postponed the recording session, tell us where you are. Don’t let me go out wondering looking for you.
From: Dan
Asked Sam where you were. Dude, you broke up????
He deleted every single one without answering them. Without thinking, he threw his iPhone to the floor. He screamed like a lunatic. He picked up the pieces of his iPhone, as his LCD was all white and there were scratches everywhere.
Great, he thought. I’m such an idiot. He decided that he’ll have plenty of time to fix it later this week. He pulled out his iPod and plugged in his Beats earphone and putted it in maximum sound. He was blasting out the ballads, until he hitted the next Pub. And decided it was time to get drunk.
Payphone GMD3 Part 2
(Micky’s POV)
Hardly can open my eyes, the sunlight shining through the window has really blinded my eyes. I woke up on my own pool of drool, disgusting. I’m covered in grey duvets, clearly isn’t mine. I’m not even in my room. How did I get here?
Took me 10 minutes to process that I’m at Dan and Greg’s brand new flat. They asked me to join them a few months ago, so we can get a bigger flat because the three of us would move in. but I’d have to decline because Sam’s been sleeping over a lot, and I secretly don’t want to share them with the other guys.
Ugh, her name again. Shut my eyes tight, streched, and constantly trying to think anything about Sam. Sunlight. Good day. Picnic. Sam. Ugh no. food. Pizza. Sam’s home made cookies. Not working. Sheeps. Cats. Dogs. Sam’s golden retriever. This is useless!
I gathered all my energy to roll to the edge of the bed, and lazily got up. I still had my clothes from yesterday, black hoddie, and grey jacket. I decided it was definitely too warm for a day like today for having these much layers.
On the sofa, there sat Dan who was munching on what it seems like left over dominos pizza. And Greg, who were swallowing down marshmellows for breakfast. “Hey mate”, Dan yelled across the room. “How are you feeling?”, Greg made a pretend-concerned face. His signature face actually. Arms spread across the counter supporting him, he was wearing his black t-shirt, like any other day.
“Had better days”, I confessed. “What’s that smell?”, I asked. something cought my nostrils. “honestly, you’re the one reeking in this room. You vomited everywhere! Do you not remember anything?”, he covered his nose and backed up a few steps. Still throwing marshmellows inside his mouth.
“I remember…..me breaking up, feeling sorry for meself, going to a pub, and drank a lot of shots”, I walked over to the tap to get a drink of water. With Greg still avoiding my every move.
“No shit man, you were a mess. Sorry to hear you with Sam anyways”, Dan said loudly. He can’t be bothered to get up and give me a pat in the back, or anything nice.
“Yeah, thanks”, I said shortly. I was too distracted. With my mind and that awful odor smell.
“For what it’s worth, you’re going to get back together”, Dan said casually, he placed his foot top the coffee table.
“Don’t you dare make me think of things that wouldn’t happen”, I threatened.
“Chill, I’m just saying that. You’re practically each other’s love life. Ya know? She can’t life without you. Trust me she’ll come crawling back to you”, he took his dishes and came over to the kitchen. “and you stink go jump in the shower”, Dan pushed me off. “Fuck off”, Dan and Greg knew me well. I’m never angry when I’m sober, I have the worst hangover. So I walked it off and finally tried to have a shower.
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Checking my phone going through my messages, emails and mentions off twitter.
From: Sam
Hey, how are you? I need to talk to you ASAP. Call me whenever to meet up kay? Try and have a good day xx
Scrolled and saw my drunk tweets! Was quite a laugh, and read my fans responds was as hilarious as the tweets. None of them make sense. The fans, the only thing that cheered me up in the morning, they never let me down. Always there. They’re one hell of a quality-big-groups-of-family to me.
Payphone Part 3 GMD3 Fanfic
Dan and Greg have been trying to get Micky out of their flat for days now. Not because they don’t want his company around, just because he was being too miserable. Even after two weeks, he hasn’t told both his mates the real story about what had happened.
“EYYY WAKE UP”, Greg yelled while he was playing the guitar in random notes and loudly. Dan was jumping on the bed, annoying Micky. That was the goal anyways. “shut up! Get off”, Micky groaned while throwing his pillow at them both.
“Move it! We’re not letting you stay in today”, Dan was making silly sounds along with his guitar. He was basically singing loudly to him. “Fuck off”, they can hear what Micky had said eventhough he’s face was heading down his pillows, hands in his ears, trying to not listen what they had to say. “Come on, you look dreadful. How long are you going to keep this up? It has been two weeks, far too long to be sad mate… you’re missing out on life”, Greg motivated. He was now shaking Micky’s body and attempting to roll him out of bed.
“FINE! I’ll go out, just stop bugging me”, Micky sat up on the edge of the bed. “good, at last finally we have awaken the monster from his long lost sleep. Let’s have breakfast or coffee soon okay, sleeping beauty?”, tapped Dan in the back. “Okay okay, let me shower first”. They finally hopped out, leaving miserable-Micky alone at last.
He heavily walked over to the bathroom. He was shocked on how disastrous he looked. “What the hell?”, he leaned over to the mirror and touched his face. My god I have facial hair. I look like a chav. Not even the decent type. He grabbed Dan’s shaving cream, and shaved it all off. He jumped in the shower, relieved that the cold water had given him the sense of relaxation that he hadn’t had for days now.
After showering, he put on his hoodie and jeans on. taking his phone from the desk, he typed in Sam. “ Hey, sorry for not getting back to you. So, I’m trying to get over you so please don’t try to contact me or whatever. Goodbye ”, he read it for hundreds of times, over and over again, until he pressed send. He was relieved that he’s taking another step towards happines. At least that was what he had thought.
“Ready Mick?”, Greg and Dan were sitting by the couch watching the news. The flat was a total mess, clothes everywhere, and unwashed dishes. “Okay, let’s go. Where we heading?”, he asked Dan who were throwing shirts all over the places trying to find where his jacket were. “Starbucks around the block”, he shrugged. “Dan, your jacket is over the counter”, Greg pointed. “Oh yeah right”.
It was about 10 am, the weather was incredibly nice today. No cloud in sight, it was a perfect day to get up. It has been a long time since the three of them went out together. Busy London, people are walking all over the streets, sitting down at cafes having brunch, kids in the parks, and cars were lining up.
“So you’re not going to tell us the story?”, Greg nudged him as we were entering Starbucks. “well, basically…. She’s mean”, he tried to sound okay. “Well that clearly explains a lot”, Dan chuckled after he ordered his Vanilla Latte. “To be honest, I don’t know why I’m that upset I had it coming”, we were by the counter waiting for the order. “Oi mick, what you having?”, Greg was waiting for him to order for ages now. “whatever your having”.
After getting their orders, they took the sofas near the window, where they can overlook the whole place and the street. Dan wanted to see if there were any fit girls he can luckily talk to.
“So maybe you’ve noticed that I haven’t been with Sam lately. Like in the few weeks”, he opened the top and stirred his coffee. “Well you’ve been busy”, Greg reminded. “No, not really. I was trying to be busy so I won’t have to think of her a lot you know?”
“Well, okay.. go on”, Dan encouraged.
“The thing is, I thought she was out of town, well that’s what she told me..”
“and she wasn’t?”, Dan asked curiously.
“Shut up Dan and let the man finish his story”, Greg put a hand over Dan’s mouth.
“….okay”, Micky chuckled. “Sam was in Manchester, visiting a friend. She told me that it was her old friend or whatever. Not really sure where she met him, because she most likely spent every single day with us since we were kids right? And I dunno, she said she hooked up with him”.
“For real?? Sam’s not that type though, she’s like our bestfriend as well. Was she drunk?”, Dan’s eyes widen when Mick said ‘hooked up’.
“She told me that she was drunk, and she didn’t mean to do it. But I don’t know, don’t believe her”, Micky sipped bit more of his hot latte.
“Mate, seriously. I know it was wrong, but cut her some slack. Sam wouldn’t cheat on you on purpose. And that’s not something to be sad over for days, you should talk to her”, Greg adviced.
“I don’t know, I sorta told her to go away this morning”, the guys can hear the unpleaseant voice out of him.
“Dumb move mate, if you love her, and I know you do. Talk to her”, Greg was the master of love advice. Because he was currently dating, and have been on for years with Azura, he knows basically everything to do when something goes wrong with love.
“uhm, I don’t know if this is a coincedence or not, but you might want to look who just came in”, Dan’s head nodded towards the front door. Greg peeked over Micky’s head, as Micky was turning back his head to catch a glampse. “Shit”, Micky sweared under his breath.
There she was, Sam with her long black hair, blue shorts and black v-neck t-shirt, she was using the red backpack Micky has given her for her 14th birthday. Still looks cute on her. She used to use them to school everyday for a year. She was alone, and typing on her phone.
“Should I go talk to her? What do you reckon?”, Micky was in panic mood. They can see it in his eyes, “Go!”, Dan practically pulled him out the sofa, shoved him, because he knew if he didn’t, Micky would just talk about how he should or shouldn’t go talk to her until he misses the chance. “Here goes nothing”, Micky straighted his jacket and gathered all his guts to walk over a few steps. The nerves was getting to him.
“Hey”, he said, trying to look all chilled.
“Hey Micky!”, Sam gave him a big hug, hands over the neck and Micky was feeling awkward because he doesn’t know he should hug back or not.
“Oh sorry… I get the feeling you’re still mad”, she gave a smile, revealing her dimple that I most find cute.
“The hell yeah I am!”, he went to a serious tone, leaving her quite shocked. “haha sorry, I meant.. I’ll try to get over it”.
“Good”, she nodded, “I’m trying not to think about it as much as well”, she confessed while she was picking out what to eat.
“Really? That’s quite fast”.
“I tend not to think about bad things you know? People move on. We can always be friends”
“Yeah, right.. friends”
“I mean like, we’ve been going on it for years. Just don’t try to make it more awkward than it already is”, she order her Frappucino and muffin.
“Where do you wanna sit? Do you wanna talk or should we head over to Dan and Greg”, she waved at them who were staring over us.
“Thought we could talk for a sec”, Micky was leading her on to a table nearest to the counter.
“Okay”, moments of silence occurred as she was eating her muffin. “Want one? You love these”, she offered giving a bite in a fork.
“Do you really not love me anymore?”, he turned the conversation around.
“I never said I stopped loving you”
“But you never said that you were still in love with me”
“Well, I try not to..”, she confessed. She was trying hard not to look at him in the eyes.
“Why? If anyone who should stop loving or caring, it should’ve been me”
“I try not to”
“That’s not a reasonable reason. Do you love him?”, Micky gathered up the courage to ask her this.
She didn’t answer in return, she touched his right hand and made a circular movement with her tumb, just the way Micky likes it. Without answering, or saying a word. She stood up, and kissed the top of Micky’s head. And head off.
Payphone Part 4 -GMD3 Fanfic-
“Sam, wait!”, Dan came running off the front. Leaving Greg and Micky inside, Micks was still shocked by the scene. “Hey babe, how are you?”, she smiled sweetly, didn’t even had the time to stop and hug like she normaly does. She kept pacing on.
“Yeah good, what happened inside?”, Dan had to walk as fast as her just trying to catch up. “I don’t know if I can see his face…that way, that long”, she explained while tucking her hair back as the wind blows over her face.
“What do you mean?”, they were now walking through the first block. “Why are you in such hurry?”, Dan held her hand trying to stop her.
“Dan!”, she exclaimed, Sam’s face were red and tearing. “Oh god, come here”, Dan had his big arms out giving her a hug. She immediately hugged him back, her face sunked in his chest, he could feel her tears running down as she continued to sob. People who were passing through, were looking at them.
“I don’t…know…what…to..do”, she sobbed. He couldn’t hear her clearly, she was still crying. she looked up with her big brown eyes, eyes are puffy, runny nose. People would say it’s gross, but somehow even Dan find it cute.
“Do you want to go somewhere and talk?”, Dan stroked her hair that was covering her face. He loves her like a sister, the second closest with her was Dan after Micky. All four of them were practically best friends, at first Dan thought that it wasn’t fair that Micky had her all for himself. Because when bestfriends get into a serious relationship, things get quite messy. Exhibit A: Dan and Sam.
“Okay, but Greg and Micky would be waiting for you”, she was wiping her tears off her face, then he hunged over Dan’s arms. “We have nothing to do today, we only have writing sessions and it’s not until tonight or tomorrow morning. I’ll text Greg saying that I’ll be with you. Micky would understand”, he grabbed his iPhone out from his pockets and started texting as they were walking to Sam’s place.
“We should stop and buy something to make you feel better”, the thought of that made Sam smiled. She nodded and said quietly, “Milkshakes?”, she finally let go of Dan’s arms and supported herself. “Sure, milkshakes it is then. Milkshake City?”. They walked together another few blocks in silent, Dan knew how Sam doesn’t like to talk when she just cried, not until a few minutes or when she gets what she wants.
After 20 minutes of walking, they finally got to Milkshake City. “What do you want?”, Dan asked while Sam took a seat. “Anything chocolate”, she smiled, showing off her dimple. “Okay”, he chuckled while messing Sam’s hair careless ly. “Hey! Watch it!”, she tried to pinch Dan as he walked. “You missed”, he walked over the counter and ordered.
“Let’s just talk here”, Sam suggested when Dan handed over her cup.
“Sure”, Dan flipped his hair and took a seat beside Sam.
“Thanks anyway”, she leaned towards Dan shoulder while drinking her milkshakes. The smell of coconut from her hair gives Dan the shivers. It’s his favorite smell on a girl, once he dated this girl and she uses the same shampoo, and all he could think about was Sam. Not that he loved her or anything. Not that he’s awared of.
“Your welcome, you’re my little sister. I should take care of you whatever happens. Mickster should’ve too”
“Uhm? We’re the same age?”
“Yeah, so stop acting like a little kid”, Dan chuckled.
“Haha shut up, you like me like this”
“Ah really? You know it all”
“Of course I do”
“So….”
“Yeah so, what happened is silly”
“uhm…explain?”
“So I met Liam on summer camp a few years back, he lives in Spain so we never met again. I kinda had this crush on him, silly little kid kinda crush. But when he said he was coming to Manchester, I just really had to come and meet him. I don’t know why, even though I was with Micky, I just knew I had to!”
“But you told us you went visiting your aunt?”
“That’s what I wanted you to believe, Micky wouldn’t let me go if he knew. Right?”
“Well, bad move. Because you just can’t lie for things like this”
“Do you think I don’t know that?”, Sam leaned away, looking at his casual face. Dan had that heart-shaped face, with the cutest dimples. He shrugged, and reached his arms over to her right shoulder, pulling her back close to him. Sam didn’t fight back.
“I did told him in the end though, I should take credit for that”, she sipped another round of milkshake.
“Imagine how heartbroken he is Sam. If you love him that much, you’d better fix things. And soon”, Dan suggested while patting her in the back.
“I know, it’s just that I don’t want to love him that much. I realized that we shouldn’t be in a relationship in the first place, sort of weird”, she confessed.
“That’s an awfull thing to say, course you love him. You just don’t realize how much yet”, Dan looked down to her brown eyes. Giving the look, telling her off that she needs to get her head straight.
“I’m afraid. I don’t know, I’m afraid to love him much. You don’t get it Dan, do you? I’ve lost interest; I don’t want to be with Micky. I want to move on”, she finally sat up. Leaning back to the wall. She sighed and finally put down her cup.
“You sure about this?”, Dan raised an eyebrow, face in doubt.
“Sure. I’ve been thinking about it loads lately”, she looked away to the window, looking at people pacing back and forth the busy road.
“Where does that leave our friendship? All four of us. It will be awkward, you realized that?”, Dan touched Sam’s shoulders signaling for her to look right at him and tell him the truth.
“We’ll all be normal in a few months. Won’t we?”
“Who would guarantee that?”
“I can’t. but I’ll try. Find Micky a girl or whatever it takes”
“Not that easy, he’s madly in love with you!”
“That’s why I said a few months. He’ll get over it, trust me”, she gave her pinky infront of Dan’s face. After a few moments till Dan’s face has chilled after his constant serious face, he gave his pinky and it intertwined symboling the sacret pinky swear.
Payphone Part 5 – GMD3 Fanfic
Dan took a cab to their studio, which was a thirty-minute walk from Sam’s house. After that conversation, he walked Sam home. She told him that she was forever grateful to have him as a best friend, of course Dan was pleased to hear this. Ending the day with a friendly kiss on the cheek. Greg texted that they had a writing session today at six, so Dan went straight to the studio after. He also told Dan, that Micky was panicking, mumbling, and hyperventalating at the same time.
“Hey”, Dan said casually as he entered the room where they usually record and write most of their music. The black and red velvet room was also equipted with a large sofa, a fridge, great sound system, telly and dvds, also all the gadgets for recording, along with the music instruments. It’s where they spend most of their time besides the flat.
“Dan! How did it go? What happened? Tell us everything!”, Micky ran off towards Dan, literally tip toeing in fast forward. “Chill mate! Seriously, you’re acting like a girl. You should get yourself together, what is wrong with you?”, Dan laughed. He grabbed his power drink from the fridge and sat next to Greg who was already scribbling down some notes for the upcoming song.
“Hey mate, hungry?”, Greg put down his pen and grabbed his cell.
“Starving. Order pizza!”, Dan suggested. Greg nodded in return and dialled the delivery number.
“Dan!”, Micky exclaimed, sitting next to Dan.
“Yes?! Okay okay. We went to milkshake city, and she told me….”, Dan paused, leaving Micky unpatient of the next few words.
“told you…”, Micky encouraged. He was leaning in too close to Dan.
“Back off!”, Dan chuckled, “she told me that she needed the time off and you both should move on and such, but she still wants to be friends”.
“How… selfish?! She made the wrong thing and she doesn’t want to get back with me? not even guilty?”, Micky’s expression was priceless. Dan swore he looked like how Harry Potter had steam going out his ears.
“You can’t say that she’s not guilty, she is! She feels real bad if you would just listen anyways. I don’t know what got into her until she thinks that the worst case is getting back with you”, Dan hold Micky’s shoulder, trying if that would calm him down.
“Fuck! She can’t do this. I love her”, he stood up and pulled out his broken iPhone, he can barely see what he type with all the scratches on the LCD, thank God it can turn off after he violently threw it.
“Give her a call then”, Greg suggested. Looking up from his piece of paper, it was now half full.
“No, don’t call her. She’s went through so much today, call her tomorrow. let her rest”, Dan snatched Micky’s phone immidiately.
“She wen’t through so much? I went through loads of things today? All she went through.. was leaving me behind and went on lovey dovey on you!”, Micky poked Dan.
“Lovey dovey? What the hell? Of course not, she’s my best friend! I’m the one with her if she’s upset. Deal with it”, Dan poked back. This went on forever and Greg find it quite amusing to see them fight. Until that one point where they wanted to hit each other, then Greg would set them both off.
“Come on, shut up you too. Focus on the writing, cool down”, Greg said calmly while secretly recording the banter between them. “Micky, why don’t you grab a paper and write whatever you’re thinking about and make your anger productive”, Greg joked.
But that was exactly what Micky did, he grabbed a whole lot of paper and a pen then went into the other side of the room, where they usually record. Greg knew how brilliant Micky is in writing songs. And most of all when he’s in a mood. Whenever he just got back home from Sam’s and being all in love, he’d create a master peace. Whenever he was lonely or sad from missing Sam, he’d write. If he was bored, he would write about the things he could’ve done. And so on.
Dan had gave up and tried to cool himself off as well. “Reckon he’s gonna be alright?”, Dan asked as he watched Micky shutting the door. “he’ll survive. I haven’t talked to Sam yet. What actually happened again?”, so there it was another 20 minutes of Dan explaining everything to Greg.
Meanwhile in the other room…
Micky still can’t believe what had happened, if it was true what Dan said. Then it’s possible that there is no happy ending for him. That’s when it strucked him, he has the best song lyrics on his mind. He kept scribbling down for the next hour, changing the lyrics so it will rhyme. Trying to find the perfect words, the meaningful terms.
Scribble. Stare for five minutes. Throws it away. Scribble. Stare. Throws. Repeatedly. Until he found the best few verse.
He finally took a piece of paper to write the perfect last bits, sighed and proud with the masterpiece he just made. And walked in to where the boys were. “I’ve been strucked that I’m a genius lately”, Micky shaked his head and fixing them back in, chuckled at his writing.
“Let us have a look then”, Greg offered his hand so Micky can hand him down the sheet. Micky nodded at Dan, “truce?”, he offered him his fist. “Truce”.
“So.. what’s this again?”, Greg was bit confused.
“Can’t you just pick it off from my writing?”
“Better you tell us”, he offered Dan the sheet.
Micky sighed and began to explain, “It’s basically about this boys anger after being left by his lover. He definitely still loves her and will always remember of the dreams and the things they shared. But the girl decided to walk away, and doesn’t try to fix things with him.
And the guy blame the girl for what happened. Because he thinks that it was her fault that had made them the way it is, going separate ways yeah? And because the guy is so angry he thinks that fairytales and happy endings are full of shit. That’s what it’s basically about”.
“Wow, Micky’s work in 1 hour is better than mine all day”, Greg exclaimed. “Well done mate”, Dan cheered. “I can’t find the right tune yet, that’s where you come in”, he pointed back to both of them. “What do you wanna call it?”, Greg asked.
“not sure yet”.
“What are the lyrics again? I didn’t actually read them”, Dan asked Greg. Pleading him to read some verses.
“it goes…
Yeah, I, I know it’s hard to remember
The people we used to be
It’s even harder to picture
That you’re not here next to me
You say it’s too late to make it
But is it too late to try?
And in our time that you wasted
All of our bridges burned down
I’ve wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I’m paralyzed
Still stuck in that time when we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise
You turned your back on tomorrow
Cause you forgot yesterday
I gave you my love to borrow
But just gave it away
You can’t expect me to be fine
I don’t expect you to care
I know I’ve said it before
But all of our bridges burned down
Baby it’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two?
If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairytales are full of shit
One more stupid love song I’ll be sick”,
Dan’s face was mesmirized by it. “Wicked, great job mate!”, Dan patted him. “Still needs a few twitch here and there, I don’t think it’s that bad”, Micky said. For once, Micky was really satisfied with his work.
Payphone part 6 GMD3 Fanfic
“Where you heading off?”, Greg was making tea. Dan was out going to the gym, and Micky had been thinking lots. Even though he hated her so much for being selfish, he can’t deny that he loves her a lot. He can’t just forget the pass. It’s not possible, he will try everything to convince her back.
“Sam’s”, Micky said casually as he sprayed cologne on him.
“Don’t you think it’s tad bit weird that… in this perticular situation, you’re trying to fix the things you didn’t do wrong? I mean, I don’t see her coming here and crying and the shit you do”, he shrugged as he casually stirred the tea and ate some macaroons. “Just my opinion”, he added.
“When it’s love. It’s love. You know that, right? I though Azura would have tought you better things”, Micky joked. he had a bite of what’s left of the macaroon. “Hey! That was mine?”, Greg hitted Micky in the arm. “what? Do you want it back?”, Micky pulled out his tounge still filled with chocolate crunched macaroons mixed with his saliva. “No, you can have it”, holding back a fit of laughter. “Okay I’m off, see ya”, Micky nodded.
He took the train down to Sam’s flat. She’s 19 and lives alone in the quite suburban area of London. It always took loads of time and effort to get down here.
He inhaled deeply. Exhaled. He was on the front steps of Sam’s building. Now he’s having doubts on wether he should come up to see her or not. But he’s gone this far, he can’t chicken out. Well he actually can. 1 minute. 2 minutes. 5 minutes. After constant jumping up and down, and talking to himself. He finally got the courage to come upstairs.
Knock. Knock. His hands are sweating now. Literally. “Yess!”, someone yelled from inside, the sound of her familiar voice gives him the goosebumbs. He didn’t realized how much he missed her, how much he wanted to hug, kiss her right now. To have her in his arms is all he wanted.
“Hey”, she was wearing a white tank and brown sweatpants. Boys dig sweatpants on girls. She tucked her hair back, as she greeted him, and gestured him to come in. “hey”, Micky said shyly. His hands were in his pockets, hiding all his sense of nerveousness.
“Come in, come in. I’ve just made dinner, you should eat with me”, she let go of the door knob and went back to the kitchen. She didn’t sound off, she seemed okay. Normal.
“What are you making?”, Micky took off his jacket and hung it up, closing the door. “Spagetti bolognaise”, she said loudly, “almost done!”. “That’s quite a lot for a one-person dinner, you having someone over?”, Micky took a step in the kitchen and leaned on the wall with his arms crossed. Watching her every move.
“No, of course not! For god sakes I’m wearing sweatpants”, she laughed. It was the cutest thing, Micky thought. “Besides I’ve been eating a lot lately. Food gets my mind off things”, she confessed. “Yeah right, chubby”, he teased. “Hey, watch your tounge or your not getting any!”, she teased back. She took a spoon of bolognaise sauce and put it on her hand.
She had a smirk on her face, as she walked over to Micky. Micky couldn’t help to smile back. She reached out trying to smother his face with the sauce, Micky laughed it off while trying to push her arms out of sight. He could’ve easily knocked her off, but he was enjoying the moment. then Micky finally gave up and let her smother some sauce on his nose and cheeks.
Seeing her laugh with him was the happiest thing that had happened the last few days. Micky wipped off the bits with his thumbs and licked it, “Not so bad Parkson. You’re gonna pay for that”, he laughed. “Whatever”, she poked his toned abs and continued on cooking.
“Dinner’s ready!”, she finally anounced. Bringing the plates and pouring wine over the coffee table and sorting out which DVD to watch for the night. “To be honest I was going to have a miserable lonely night planned. As you can see… italian food, wine, romantic DVDs, popcorn, and a lot of tissues”, she joked. she poured the wine to two tall glasses.
“I’m glad you came”, she said after putting a DVD inside the player and switched on the telly. “I’m glad I came”, Micky repeated. He was enjoying the moment too much, he didn’t even brought up the topic why he came in the first place. Everything was going much better than planned.
“So, what brought you here?”, she said while grabbing a pillow, laying down on Micky’s lap like old times, and hugging the cushion. Micky played with her hair, “I’ve missed you”.
“Me too”, she answered shortly. She was still heading the telly so they weren’t exactly having the face-to-face conversation that Micky had imagined. It wasn’t as violent as he imagined as well, he pictured crying, screaming, and loads of other stuff.
“I don’t know how to put this in the best way but I want you back”, he continued stroking her hair then touching her cheek, “I know you have or had feelings for that dickhead of yours”, he paused waiting for a reaction. But instead she was silent, still rubbing her thumbs to his knees.
“But these past weeks I’ve been thinking lots. And I’ve made a song as well. Because of that song, I just can’t accept if in reality we would be forever like that song”, he explained again.
“Sing it to me?”, was all the response he got.
“haven’t got the right melody yet, but if I do I’ll call you and sing”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting for it”, she adjusted her head lower.
“Sam, I chose to love you for all the good things, the incredible moments we shared, rather to hate you for one mistake”, he sighed. Sam placed one arm supporting her up so she sat back straight. She then took her feet off the floor and crossed it over the sofa and know heading him, she stood still and continued to listen.
“To be honest I don’t know why you don’t want to get back with me”
“My mind was messed up when I said that, maybe I don’t really mean it?”
“So you do want to get back with me?”, Micky placed his hands ontop over her, holding it gently.
“I didn’t say so”
“Why?”
“Something feels off”
“Do you love him?”, he finally said. His face was serious; his eyes were looking at her sharply.
“Liam? No. I told you I was drunk and I feel awful about it”, she held Micky back tight.
“So there’s no reason whatsoever?”, he raised an eyebrow, bitting his lip.
“I feel comfortable if we stay friends, just how we were the last few hours ago. That’s what I want”
“Is there any difference with being my girlfriend?”
“well there’s always that constant-jealous factor, or the fact that I can’t stop thinking about you. The stupid things that love does to you. What love makes you feel”
“So.. What do you reckon?”
“I’m yours. You’re mine. But we stay friends. All four of us stay friends. You okay with that?”, she had her puppy face it was too adorable to reject.
“Hmm…I don’t know”, Micky teased. Inside Micky thought that this was even better than he expected. Sometime being attached sucks, but well there are always that ups and downs to every option of life.
“Okay?”, Sam leaned down to kiss his nose. Just the way she did in junior high.
“Okay. Come here you”, Micky’s arm spread wide letting her in for a hug. She immediately hugged him back tightly. Micky kissed her forehead, and promised that things will be better from now on. “I forgive you”, Micky chuckled. “You better be”, Sam smiled.
Payphone Part 7 GMD3 Fanfic
That night continued with another round of DVDs, and eating vanilla ice creams with dips of Oreos. Sam and Micky had a laugh, re watching The Inbetweeners: The Movie. It was Micky’s favorite, even how sexual and awkward the movie was, it was still too funny.
“What if that was me?”, Micky pointed to the scene where … went swimming from the party boat to the shore, because he had to tell her he’s sorry and he thinks he loves her. “What? You being such a dick?”, Sam teased. She slapped him in the arm. “No, for being honest and conquering my fears and doing shits for love and all”, he tried his best to make an impression of …. “But I could definitely swim”, he defended him self, “I won’t float away like a nob”.
“Yeah but that’s quite the distance”, Sam pointed out. Putting another mouthful of ice cream in, “Love can conquer all”, he spread out his arms indicating the size of the ocean. “That makes no sense”, she shaked her head. “Love makes no sense”, Micky said again, smirking. Handing over Sam’s blue blanky that they sewed together with bits of te things she loves. It had her favorite footie team patch, and a pony, and just the little bits that reminded her of the good things.
He spread them over her curled body, she was still leaning in over his shoulders, gripping the blanket tightly. “I’m sleepy”, she moaned. “I can tell”, Micky chuckled. He put his arms over her shoulder and hold her tight. “Good night Micky”, she started to close her eyes slowly, the smile on her face fades as the second she dozed off. “Good night, I love you”, Micky said under his breath moments after he was sure that she was asleep.
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After a few hours, Micky felt stiff, and he just didn’t want to sleep. He was too happy to sleep anyway. She slowly pushed her off, and picked her up gently. For a second there, she opened her eyes and said something bibberish that Micky couldn’t even hear what she said, “Sleep sleep”, Micky hummed. Sam used to love sleeping with Greg humming her to sleep a few summers ago. The boys genuinely think of her as a sister. And the girls that they date, mostly hate her for it.
After putting her in bed, he tried to look for a piece of paper and wrote down a note. It says: “You snore. Will call soon love, Micky xx”.he placed it down the side table and slipped out the room.
It was about 2 AM, and he only just found a cab after walking up a few blocks. He texted Greg that he will be home soon, and don’t lock the door. As he forgot to bring his copy.
As he arrived and tried to open the door, as he expected, it was locked. “Come on”, he tried to force it open. “Hello?!”, he knocked. He knocked endlessly, and when he was just going to call them. The sound of the lock turned, and there stood Dan with his horrible sleepy face. “About time”, Micky grunted, letting himself in, slipping through Dan.
“How did it go?”, Dan shut the door, leaned back and had his arm crossed then constantly touching his eyes. “Wen’t pretty well”, Micky sounded happy.
“Cheers mate”, was the only reply. Then Dan finally walked back to his room, “Why don’t you go back to your flat?”, Dan turned his back. “I kinda feel like staying here for awhile. Finish the song and get everything together first”, he jumped to the couch. “Okay..”
Micky took out his macbook pro, and just had that urge of going through his groups social media accounts to please the fans as they always do. He went through twitter, facebook, and tumblr. He loves the fans so much, because seeing those mentions and likes and everything is all that mattered.
He tweeted, ‘Things are going on greaat! In a happy mood. Can’t sleep to excited xx’, after he pressed send he goes through his mentions from his nocturnal fans or the ones that are from abroad. “Have some new stuff that we can’t wait to show you xx”, he tweeted again before he finally logged off and dozed off to sleep.
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Payphone Part 8 GMD3 Fanfic
The next few days, the boys were busy in the studio finishing up the song Micky made the other day, and recording a few melody and verses to the song. “I’m not sure with that”, Greg argued. They were deciding on the title of the song. “not sure if Paradise is a good name for it, it’s Coldplay’s song anyway”, he added to his argument.
“What about.. Bridges?”, Dan suggested.
“It’s not even about the bridges”, Greg said back.
“Well it’s definitely not about Paradise, is it now?”, Micky confronted.
“No one agrees to Paradise anyway”, Dan added.
“This is endless”, Micky finally gave up and played on his unbroken iPhone instead. He finally got it fixed after being too annoyed with all the scratches on the screen. “What to do then? Why is it so hard?”, Dan chuckled. “We might want to ask someone”, Greg suggested.
“Who? Jayne?”, Micky mentioned their manager, Jayne Collins. Well she manages them most of the time anyways. “Someone who would relate to the song?”, Dan asked. he was finishing his second donut. “I know! Ask Sam to come or I might as well ask Azura. But Sam would fit well because it’s about her”, Greg jumped from the couch and up on his feet.
“She doesn’t really know that this is about us”, Micky confessed. He slipped his hands inside his jacket. “Time for her to know then”, Greg concluded. He typed in her number and called her right away, without waiting for an agreement from the other boys.
“Hey Sam? Yeah what you up to? We’re at the studio at the moment. Can you come down here?”, Greg looked down at that two boys who were staring at him. Dan mouthed, ‘Ask her to bring food’, and Micky added, ‘Chinese! Chinese! Chinese take awaay!’.
“Okay, we’ll meet you soon, love. Can you please bring us food? We’re starving. Chinese please? The usual. Awh thanks Sam. You know we love you”, he said cheekily before shutting up.
“Okay she’s coming in an hour or two. She’s at her friend’s house”, Greg explained. “I suppose we should clean up all these mess?”, Dan suggested. There were boxes of leftover Pizza boxes. There were their shirts everywhere, and plastic cups from all the alcohol they drink. The scraps of papers were scattered all over the floor. “Don’t bother”, Micky chuckled.
They spent their time waiting while doing their own things. Greg was on a twitcam session, with Dan occasionaly peeking in and plays guitar. And then steps out from the frame. Or Micky would tease the viewers.
“Helloooo!”, a girl’s voice said loudly. “FOOOD!”, Dan shouted and ran after her. Grabbing the plastic bags from her grip, then giving her a hug later. “Savior!”, he said again. He shutted his mouth when he saw this fit girl behind Sam, she had curly hair and wore glasses. She seemed sophisticated, the kind of Uni girls but are desireble as well.
“Calm down”, Sam laughed. “ehem”, Micky purposedly cough as he was lining back from Dan, waiting to greet Sam as well. “Hey Micky!”, she smiled and give him a big hug. “What’s up Greg? Haven’t seen you in awhile”, she hugged and kissed Greg in the cheeks. “Well you’ve been a stranger lately”, Greg defended. “true, I won’t now”, she gave her pinky and Greg knew what to do next.
“Oh I’m being very rude, this is my friend Inas. We go to Uni together, it’s okay if she comes right?”, she introduced. This girl, who was wearing long leather boots, and a black top along with skinny jeans, said hello shyly. Sam kept signalling Dan, to make a move.
Her expression was like, ‘what are you waiting for?’. Dan kept lowering his hand and giving her a signal that he’s waiting for the right time.
“Shut up you”, Dan crouched down and whispered. Sam motioned her land, locking her lips and throwing away the key.
“So, dig in!”, as Dan unpacked the boxes of fried rice, and noodles out from the plastic bags. “I call dibs on the mango chicken!”, Micky yelled. “Noodles!”, Greg reached out and violently opening the boxes.
“Greg! Behave!”, Sam laughed. Inas was just smiling and quietly waiting for whatever was left from the lot. “I am well behaved!”, he crossed his arms and had his chin high up and making a snort. “Well your mum needs to be sacked from being your mum if she thought you to be well behaved like this”, Micky joked, Dan laughed so hard he almost chocked from his chicken.
“Water! Water!
“, Dan begged as he was holding his neck with one arm, and crazily waved the other one begging for someone giving him water. “Okay! Water water!”, Inas jumped up.
“Where’s the water?”, she panicked while laughing and walking around the room scanning for the water. “Fridge fridge!”, Sam pointed. She was too lazy to get it herself. Micky and Greg were still having a fit of laughter.
Inas reached out inside the fridge and grabbed him a can of soda. She quickly handed it over to him, and now he was having trouble to open the god-damn-can. “Oh my god, here!”, Sam took the can out of his hands, so she can open it for him. After a mili sec, she handed the can of Pepsi back. He gulped and drank half of the can.
“Thank God”, he sighed. “Uhm? Thank me?”, Inas rolled her eyes playfully as she nudged Dan’s elbow. He’s face had turned bright pink, literally like a lobster. Dan…well, being Dan. Stood up and bowed to her as if she was a princess or a queen of somesort, “Thank you me lady. You have saved my life, I will spend the rest of my life protecting you”, he’s head was still down bowing. Inas just laughed, then Dan looked up waiting for her reply. “Rise, sir Dan”, she tried sounding charasmatic, she ended up sounding so weird.
“Someone’s getting on pretty well”, Greg whispered to Sam as she was staring at both of them. “Yeah”, she said quietly back. She munched of what was left of her noodles. “I see a hint of jealousness”, he said again quietly so Micky nor Dan would overhear. “Shut up”, she hissed while still having an eye for both of them.
No, she wasn’t jealous. What was she feeling then? She even told Dan to get on her asap, and was she regreting that decision now? For years, she never had a single feeling for Dan. She felt so comfortable with his warmth, and friendly gestures that she never considered him more than that. She most likely have Micky anyways, they still make calls every night before bed and send each other casual texts.
She saw how Dan was treating Inas, as if he was flirting her. Well he is actually. She’s having mixed feelings about Dan right now.
Payphone Part 9 GMD3 Fanfic
Finishing off our takeaway Chinese dinner, we finally ended up being too full and just slouching on the big red couch. Dan was still giving Inas his full attention of the night; he was basically trying to get to know her better. He’s move and he’s eye contact totally indicates that he was making a move, and Inas’s gestures tell off the whole room that she likes Dan.
Meanwhile, Greg and Micky were both at her sides; She was leaning back to Micky and had one foot over on Greg’s lap. And both of them didn’t mind at all. She feels so relaxed and accepted whenever she’s in Micky’s arms. She had one arm intertwining his and she can still smell his cologne. Sometimes it gives her the shivers. She loves the way Micky occasionaly plays with her hair while they talk, it’s a thing he always did. And the way he’d look at her, as she was the only girl in the world.
“So there was a reason why we asked you to stop by today”, Greg shifted his position and turned towards both me and Micky, one hand over on the top sofa, and one holding his second beer of the night.
“You miss me”, Sam concluded. She smirked and slap Greg on the thigh.
“Uhmm… should I be missing you again?”, he turned his head and acted as if he don’t give a single fuck.
“Awh shut up, you clearly do”
“Haha alright I do. Micky care to explain?”, he motioned his hand pointing the sheets of paper and asked him to cary on the story.
“So?”, she looked up at him. Attempting to give him a quick smooch on the cheeks because clearly he’s to adorable, but it might set out a controversy.
“I made a song. Wrote some few parts, it was about us. Well us when we just broke up right”, Micky said in a low voice. He looked back and forth Greg and Sam’s face trying to read their expression.
“No need to get all emotional babe”, Sam gave his cheeks a tap and a playful pinch.
“Mooooving on”, he laughed, “We’ve got the melody and everything. But we’re not sure what to call it though”.
“Okay”, Sam answered shortly. “So sing it then”, she challenged. She took her leg off Greg’s and head off Micky’s, she motioned Dan to stop flirting for a second and come sing her a song like they always do in summer camps by the fire together.
“Dan get you’re arse here”, Greg motioned. Dan who was bit confused of the situation, clicked after a few moments. “Come, listen to us sing. We’re not that bad”, Dan held Inas’s hands bringing her to the red sofa where the other was sitting. “Okay sure”, she answered enthusiastically.
Inas joined Sam who were sitting in the rear end of the sofa. Where Micky was leaning back relaxed, Greg taking the guitar and sat on the sofa arm, and Dan sat down by the coffee table.
“Prepare to be blowned away”, Dan said to Inas. “Literally”, Sam added while patting her leg. Inas nodded in return. “one.. two.. three”, Micky counted while snapping his fingers.
Greg played the intro, and Dan jumped in and sang,
“I’m at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone
Baby it’s all wrong,
where are the plans we made for two?”
Dan’s voice was so beautiful. I knew it touched Inas’s heart right away. I remember the first time I heard them sing, It gives me the chills. I didn’t knew all of them could. Only Dan at first, he was by himself doing homework and singing the tunes of Bob Marley’s songs. He was purely talented. Then Greg turn was up and he sang,
“Yeah, I, I know it’s hard to remember
The people we used to be
It’s even harder to picture
That you’re not here next to me
You say it’s too late to make it
But is it too late to try?
And in our time that you wasted
All of our bridges burned down”
Then Dan started again,
“I’ve wasted my nights
You turned out the lights
Now I’m paralyzed
Still stuck in that time when we called it love
But even the sun sets in paradise”
Micky’s turn was up, he took a deep breath and singed in harmony,
“I’m at a payphone trying to call home
All of my change I spent on you
Where have the times gone
Baby it’s all wrong, where are the plans we made for two?”
He looked at me the whole time he was singing, right hand on his chest and left hand patting on his things, ticking the melodies.
Dan and Greg sang the chorus together, which goes,
“If happy ever after did exist
I would still be holding you like this
All those fairytales are full of shit
One more stupid love song I’ll be sick”
They sang more of it; Sam listened closely to every word that came out of their lips. She try to inteprate the song and realized it was truly a based-on-true-story-song. She was tearing a bit, not sure if it was because she was offended by the song, or how beautiful it was. She felt so bad that she just wanted to hug Micky right now. Feeling his warmth hug wouldn’t clear up the past anyways.
“What do you think?”, Micky said after they finished off with a complete harmony. Inas and Sam gave them standing ovations; she hugged all three of them and kissed Micky’s cheek. And Inas just stood awkwardly there, because she knew she can’t just go on and hug them when they have just met.
“Payphone”. I said shortly and out of the blue. Yes, that’s what I want the song to be called.
Payphone Part 10 GMD3 Fanfic
Micky had lost his phone from being super clumsy lately, at first he told everyone that he just missplaced it somewhere. And the whole lot have been helping him looking everywhere, he’s flat, Dan and Greg’s flat, my place, the studio, and even Starbucks. We’ve been looking for two days until he finally confessed that he accidentaly dropped his phone in the river.
“How the hell did that happen again?”, Greg raised his eyebrows but continued on laughing and holding his tummy from laughid too hard.
“Ah shut up”, Micky had his arms on both sides of his waist. They were at the flat and they had Sam and Inas over for dinner. Dan was still trying to get to know Inas better before he officialy take her out to dinner, he’s doing his steady but sure approach on her.
Sam, Inas and Greg, had been cooking the whole lot, roast chicken and mashed potatoes in celebration of the boys had finished recording the song. They even considered making a mini-music-video for the fans, just because they felt like to. And it’s a quality song anyways; Jayne said when they first showed it to her.
“Well it flew out of my hand”, he even tried to relive the moment when it happened. He happened to imagine that the black leather couch was somehow the river and he was walking. He grabbed Greg’s phone and pretending to text on it, but after he literally threw it away to the couch.
“That didn’t slip mate, you threw it away”, Dan laughed from far away, he was at the kitchen trying to mess everything that Inas was doing. Main goal: Make Inas laugh.
“It did! You were too busy flirting all the way there and you didn’t watch my whole scene!”, Micky defended, he slouched to the sofa and gave back Greg’s iPhone. Apparently he was still laughing.
“Hey! Shut up”, Dan chuckled. And continued talking with Inas, who were taking the chicken out of the oven carefully.
“That smells real good Sam”, Micky tried to convert the topic into something more sensible where he doesn’t get bullied afterwards.
“Of course it smells good, it’s Nana’s special recipe”, she washed her hands and redo her pony tail. She was wearing Greg’s apron, which were sewed by a fan.
It has a Britain flag pattern and a Chef Greg written on it. Sam uses it more than him, just because she thinks it’s the cutest thing.
“Please set the table, love?”, she said to Dan. He was leaning on the counter beside where the dish drawer was. “Really mother?”, he pouted like a little kid. Still amusing Inas, sadly it did work because she was laughing.
“Get your arse on it or you won’t get dessert tonight!”, Sam pointed the spatula at him, and made a face Dan’s mother always do. One hand on her hip, serious face, wrinkled pout and arse slapping was always her thing. But of course it was innapropriate to slap the hell out of Dan’s ass in front of the girl he so called to be interested in.
“Okay okay, Mum!”, he put his hands up and dragged Greg and Micky from the living room and ordered them to help him set the table for five. Micky lazily moved and only waited at the table and adjusting the napkins and everything in the right measurement and angle. Translation: he did nothing helpful.
They each took a seat, Sam sat between Dan and Micky, with Inas in front of Dan and Greg infront of Micky. They said their prayers, and they continued on feasting.
“We should make a toast”, Inas suggested. She poured more red wine in to the glass. And continued on handing the bottle over, giving a few inch more to the glass.
“To GMD3’s new song!”, Inas said loudly and proud.
“To new friendship!”, Dan said, talking about Inas.
“To second chances!”, Micky added winking at Sam.
“To a great new start!”, Greg finally said.
“CHEEERS!”
“Cheers mate”, they said to each other.
Micky put his arms over at Sam, and kissed her hair softly. She didn’t respond him with a kiss back; instead she looked up at him and gives him a pat on the thighs. Inas and Greg who could see clearly start coughing intentionally.
“What was that all about?”, Micky lowered his voice trying not to laugh along. “Nothing, chicken caught my throat”, Greg tried to hold back a laugh along with Inas who was literally choking. “Bless her”, Sam commented.
They had a fun night. After dinner, the boys were fooling around and the girls went on karaoke mode. Then they had a drinking game, truth or dare, seven minutes in heaven, and all that stuff people do on sleepovers. Around 1 AM, Inas went home and Micky took Sam home as well. Leaving Greg and Dan cleaning all the mess.
“Tomorrow?”, Dan was talking about the mess and all the scrap over. “Yeah whatever”, Greg replied and they both dozed off.
Payphone Part 11 GMD3 Fanfic
Sam was taking Micky to the Apple store, to buy another iPhone. He said that he doesn’t want a phone. Who in the world says that? He had declined her over and over again. But she insists.
“What about the fans? You need to tweet and update all the shit you do in you boring life”, she pointed out as they were walking to the shopping centre. “I have my laptop”, he said calmly. “You can’t cary around your macbook everywhere, idiot”, she slap his arm playfully then clinged on to it. For someone who didn’t know and saw them in the street, they would think of them as couples. Because that’s exactly what it looked like.
“What about me? You need to text or call and whatever”
“I have my mates around, they have phones. I have a phone at the flat”, he said back. He was messing his hair back and forth, trying to make it sexier than it already is. She hates whenever he claims himself a sex god.
“Emergency!! What would you do then?”, she finally felt satisfied and proud because It finally came to mind. “Payphones”, he winked. She laughed because it was a close call, and the term payphone has been inserted in most of our conversations nowadays.
“You run out of change!”, they finally got to the Apple store. Micky just stood there in front of the store. Declining to move. He stood there like a statue. “Ah come on don’t be so childish, if you don’t want to buy a phone. Fine. Then I’ll buy you one”, she grabbed his strong arms and gave out all her strength to pull him in.
“Really?”, his face was full in doubt. “Seriously come on”, she fiddled in. “Why don’t you like me not having a phone? Imagine I could go all Ghost Protocol on everyone, and write letters. You do want me write you cheesy letters don’t you?”, Micky put on his shades and hoodie on.
“Haha take them off, they’ll think you’re a robery”, Sam forcefully took them off, their faces where inches away. She tip-toed and put her arms around his neck, her face was seducing him. But all she meant was to pull the hoodie down and walked away again. “My best friend is such a tease”, he hissed, smirking as she walked away to where the iPhone were.
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He finally didn’t let her buy the iPhone for him, he told her that he would buy the iPhone at last if she would let him do the Ghost Protocol occasionally or giving her mail. Of course she agreed, because it was partly sweet. And the Ghost Protocol thing is too funny to let go.
They chilled for the rest of the day, went to the park and had a little chat on the bench. They bought themselves nutella and banana crepes, along with some macaroons. They didn’t have the conventional sort of picnic with all the cloth and baskets.
They were enjoying the view of the kids playing in the playground, not they were perverts or anything. But Micky was that type of guys that loves kids a lot, the quality that girls look for in a guy.
“I really enjoy doing this!”, Micky said in relief. He was now standing up and jumping up and down like a kid who just got fed candy, and sat back again. “You are really weird you know that?”, she grinned, she was finishing the last of her chocolate milkshake. She was wearing a white t-shirt and blue shorty shorts
The breeze and the summer vibe have really got in to them, the sun was shining bright and it was a perfect day to go out. The birds were chirping, it almost felt like their past summer camp somehow.
“I am very aware of that”, He made a half smile and snorted. He took out his iPhone and pointed it at Sam. “Smile!”, he said suddenly. Sam had her mouth open and had the crazy ex-girl look on her face. “HEY! Deleteee it!”, she tried to reach over as Micky’s arms were too long and it was too high to reach out. She jumped up and down and began chasing Micky around the park.
She felt like when they were kids, playing tags and hide and seek. Sam doesn’t really fit in with girls, so she played boy games and everything.
“Okay okay stop, I give up, I had too much for lunch anyways”, Micky finally stopped and tried to walk back to the bench before Sam ran infront of him and stopped him. “Give me the phone!”, she made a face.
“Nope, course I won’t”, he answered casually. “Course you will, because you love me!”, Sam still demanded.
“What does that have to do with anything you little twat”
“Because you’d want me to be happy right”
“You seem very happy”
“I will if I get a decent picture”, Sam wiped her sweat and got her hair all fixed up and pose. “You wanna take a picture, now? Seriously? Alright”, he chuckled.
After Sam finally got what she wanted, she finally stopped bugging him and let him go on off alone. Micky saved the picture of Sam smiling so happily and genuine, he actually loved the picture so much that he put it as display picture. “if only she knew how much I want her back”, he sighed before he went back to Sam which was happily waiting for him with a bottle of water.
Payphone Part 12 GMD3 Fanfic
Dan has been hanging out with Inas a lot lately, he’s been driving her up and down London, accompanying her going for lunch, taking her to uni, and they even went a shopping spree together. For a second there the other guys think that they might as well “friend-zone” each other. It means that one person might really likes the other one, but he/she just thinks of him/her as a really good friend.
“Hey”, Dan drove his brand new car over to Inas’s building. He pulled down the window and waved, he’s just too fashionally to lazy to go out and greet her. Instead she hopped inside and kissed Dan in the cheek. Leaving him blushing for a minute or two.
“Thank you for picking me up, I was so bored I literally had nothing to do”, Inas grinned, she took out her bag and searched for what it seems forever. She took out a lipgloss and had put them on. The sense of teaseness that Inas gives Dan has bring him totally paralyzed. He thinks of kissing her right there, but he was waiting for the right moment anyways.
“Yes sure, I had nothing to do so it’s all good”, he motioned. He put the seatbelt back on, and had his hands on the wheels. “Where to?”, he asked. “Surprise me”, Inas challenged, looking at him with the cutest look she had. She always does that to him lately. Acting cute and all. It was her thing.
“Okay, let’s go somewhere random. I’ll drive through and you have to stay stop”, he suggested.
“Fair enough. But that’s not something surprising is it now?”
“Yeah well guess not, hmmm… okay, the randomest place I can think of, right?”, he smiled of the thought.
“Okay, what are we waiting for? Let’s go!”, Inas randomly pressed the hunk and let out the most annoying sound ever.
“God, something is wrong with you girl”, Dan chuckled.
First, they went cruising down Oxford Street. They went window-shopping, not something to be real excited but they went to put on silly clothes on. Inas dared Dan to put on silly grandma clothes, he put on a hat like the queen, he wore them shades fabulously. Inas took her Polaroid along with her, so she got a lot of decent embaressing but fun pictures with Dan.
One where Inas was suited up like a man, she even wore a vedora. And Dan was wearing a floral skirt and womans cardigan. One was where Inas took a picture of Dan where he was talking, even if it was candid; he still looked damn cute in it. There was one where there was ice cream smothered on Inas’s face, and Dan had nutella on his nose. One more was Dan with in front of Nandos.
“Okay, where we off to now?”, Inas asked as they went back in the car and strapped their seatbelts in. “You’ll see”, Dan winked. He was certain that she would love this place.
He drove away for what it seems like twenty minutes, we reached King Cross. “What are we doing here?”, Inas raised her eyebrow. Looking at Dan with doubt, he smiled back in response, showing off his dimples. “You’ll see. Come on!”, he said, excited.
“Are you going to kidnap me?”, Inas joked. she leaned away from Dan and acted as I she was going to run for her life. “Do you believe me?”, Dan gave her his hand, asking for him to put on a leap of faith and hold them tight as if he was that trust worthy.
“I try to”, she bit her lip, holding down a laugh. “Then that’s like a seventy to thirty percent of believes. I can take that”, Dan finally rubbed his thumb over her palm, giving her a soothing compliment, and walked out the door.
“what am I doing here?”, Inas said to herself and chuckled, she finally put her hair up in a bun and stepped out. She saw Dan was waiting at the front steps of this building, with his hands reaching out for her. She paced her steps and held his hand tight, giving him a confident smile to prove that she thinks she might be okay.
They went in and up the elevator, it’s what it seems like a residential flat, but there’s no sign of the existence of human beings or whatsoever so she still had the thought that Dan was going to kill her or torture her with sorts like tickling to death.
They reached the top floor, and there was nothing in it, it was all white painted walls, halls that lead to no doors but one stair was seen in the end. “Where you taking me?”, she was curious of course. “few more steps, you’ll be fine I promise”,he grabbed her shoulders tight, pulling her closing to him.
She sighed in relief when they went up the stairs. Dan had took her to the rooftop of the building, there were glass everywhere, not shattered glass. But glass walls on the rooftop.
There were well cared plants, sofas, blankets, and there was even a telescope. There was a door leading them outside. “Wow”, her mouth dropped as she moved forward and scanned the place.
Dan only stood still and smiled at how Inas was quite mesmirezed by the scene. It definitely was a beautiful space he could say that.
“Are we trespassing?”, She was looking through the plants now, holding them and looking at the flowers. “this is mine actually”, Dan confessed. “What?! The whole building?”, second mouth drop in te last five minutes.
“No just the top two floors and the rooftop is officialy ours. My parents hop around the world and had properties in each places, I guess. This was one of our firsts”, he touched the sofa and the feeling had gotten in to him, the rush of the old bitter memories came back straight into him.
“Wow, you’re from a rich family then”, she concluded.
“I guess so”
“Why don’t you live here?”
“I want to live somewhere I pay my own rent, and where I feel independent and free”, he sighed, “even if I did live here alone, or with Greg, there are still shadows of my childhood that I’m particulary not really fond of”, he looked out where the sun is starting to go down.
“Oh what happened?”
“That’s story for another time”, he smiled and stroked her curly black hair. She fixed her glasses and looked up.
“You look beautiful you know”, Dan was inches away from her now.
“Come here you”, Inas slightly pulled Dan into their first ever kiss. They were both blowned away. By love.
Payphone Part 13 GMD3 Fanfic
So now Greg is paired up with Azura, Dan is happily with Inas and both are forever grateful with Sam, meanwhile Sam and Micky is living life having their-non-existent-relationship, so they called. All six hangs a lot in the studio, the flat and even Dan’s place at Kings Cross.
Sam remembered that place well, that’s the place where they played hide and seek once and Dan had won because he went to the roof, and Sam Greg and Micky didn’t even knew that place existed. They use to come there on Friday’s for a DVD night, or Dan’s mother would invite the other three for dinner when she was still around.
The boys had convinced Dan to move all together to the flat, all three of them in one huge two floor condo. “Imagine how cool that would be!”, Micky kept saying Dan. Persuading him, because not only its closer with the studio, it has all the best features. Jacuzzi, a huge living room and a fireplace, there was even a game room and movie theater in it. It’s quite fancy.
“We would also have spare rooms so if the girls would like to come around they could stay for the night or…”, Micky convinced again. Dan was already holding his phone, going to call his father if they could do have the condo. “Or I can move in ass well”, Sam joked.
“Sorry no girls allowed, it’s practically a bachelor pad. A lad pad! That rhymes well”, Greg pointed out. “That’s a dumb term”, Micky said then ignoring Greg’s unpleasant look. “Was joking”, Sam slapped Greg’s back as he sipped his beer. “Shut up know you”, Greg putted down his beer and grabbed Sam’s neck with an arm and start wrestling her and tickled her until she couldn’t possibly breathe “Stop it you two!”, Micky threw a pillow at us.
Sam and Greg did stopped, but they looked at each other and had that moment of telepathy, they were thinkin the exact same thing and they had the widest smile on their face. “One”, Sam counted. “Two”, Greg said in a low voice. “Three!”, they said together. “WAAR!”, Sam declared. They both took out Micky, Greg was wrestling him down to the floor and Sam was throwing pillows at them, not only Micky. But both.
“Kids”, Dan scoffed as Inas entered the room, his hand slipping down her waist, she was that tiny that he had to lean down to kiss her head. She patted his chest, and walked away again, “I’ll be in your room”, she teased. So there Dan went.
“I surrender!”, Micky finally said unleasing both of his arms and went all crazy. He hopped up and run around the flat leaving Sam chasing him around the house. “Been almost 10 years and you people haven’t changed”, Greg laughed. “Awhh.. Group hug!”, Sam called in. They hutched and they hugged like what those guys on american football does.
Since Dan was dating Inas, he doesn’t have much time for Sam anymore. She was drowned by the jealousness that she had predicted coming sooner or later. She feels like an outsider, and she doesn’t feel comfortable not havng Dan as close as they used to be.
They talk about everything, but now all they do is tease there and here, and not having an actual conversation that Sam wanted to settle in. “I’ve missed you”, Sam said to Dan when Inas had gone back home.
“I haven’t been away”, he said.
“You’re spiritually and mindly distant”, Sam put on her reading glasses and continued on reading the brand new Stephen King book.
“How is that?”, he kept his attention on me.
“You’ve been busy”, she kept it sort. Trying to prove a point.
“Course I haven’t, we’ve only recorded a video and just some more writings”, he stared blankly.
“No, you idiot. With Inas. You’ve been out with her a lot”
“Duh? She’s my girlfriend. Should I ask permission from you know to go out with her? Or go out at all?”
“You should give equal time to both your girls”
“You’re my friend. I know you would understand”
“I do. Course. Is it wrong for me to miss you?!”, she raised her voice and put down both her glasses and book.
He kept silent.
“Look, we’ve barely spoken since you called dibs on her and went all lovey dovey”, she had sounded calmer now.
“Well sorry for me being happy”
“Stop making that face!”, she raised her voice again. Dan was making that face that she absolutely hate, it was the ugliest most annoying thing on earth.
“I only have one face! Face it! Face my face or just talk to my hand!”, Dan reached his arm out till it was an inch away from Sam’s face, blocking her view. She reflectedly slapped him off.
“Or my arse”, he yelled as he walks to his room and shut the door.
“Shit”, Sam swore under her breath. Messed her hair up and begin to cover her face with her hands. She didn’t mean it to be an emotionally wrecked conversation. She just wanted to hear that he misses her back, and he’d spent more time together with all three of them.
She got up on her feet, put her pumps on, and took her jacket from the pile of leather jackets the boys hang. And she left the flat, shutting the door as violently she could.
Payphone 14 GMD3 Fanfic
That incident between Sam and Dan were considered ridiculous and childish by the whole lot. They weren’t speaking to each other, and it has been three days now. They were both selfish and thought that the other should ask for forgiveness first. Dan was still upset that she seemed jealous and not being happy for his happiness. And Sam was upset that Dan was selfish and didn’t think the way she thought of this. Like they said, childish.
They weren’t made to take sides, but Micky was 24/7 with Sam lately, listening how she’s going on and on about Dan. And Greg was at the flat with Dan, who was on and on about how unlikely of Sam to be.
“You know what mate?”, Greg sighed. Micky, Greg and Azura went grocery shopping for the flat. Azura was doing the dairy duty, while Dan and Greg were grabbing the candies. Micky leaned to the trolley and kept pushing it as he had his eyes on the Hershey’s candies.
“What?”
“You might not like the sound of this”, Greg patted his back, “But don’t you think that Sam has feelings for Dan.
“Nonsense”, Micky pretended that this hasn’t crossed his mind. He did thought of the possibility.
“Well yeah sorry, but we both now Dan and Sam is way closer then me and Sam anyways”
“And that concludes what? That they’re best friends?”, Micky kept denying. Because agreeing to that, might hurt him.
“That they like each other, idiot”, Greg hissed. He laughed at the thought as well though, and shook his head. “On that thought, let’s not talk about it if it’s bothering you”.
He messes Micky’s well-fashioned hair, and grabbed the Hershey’s. “You want this right?”, Greg threw them in the cart. “You can read me like a book”, Micky smiled and continued their grocery shopping.
“Not too much candies boys”, Azura said as she bought two cartons of milk and some cheese, she put it over and gave Greg a surprise hug from behind. “Awh look at you too”, Micky said miserably. He missed Sam, and that wasn’t a secret. “Thank you”, Azura said faintly cause her face were still burried in Greg’s back. Meanwhile Greg was having the widest smile and holding Azura’s hand tightly.
After they paid for their grocerries, they went out for lunch at a pizza parlor near Dan’s condo.”Imagine living there”, Micky was still excited about it if it really happened, he imagined all the cool stuff he could do. Having parties, going in the jacuzzi, watch movies in the theatre all day.
“What do you feel like having?”, Azura tilted her glasses and scanned the menu. The menu book was quite creative, it had wood parts and looked like a scrapbook. “Margarita pizza”, Micky said right away. He didn’t even open the menu because he knew exactly what he was having. Margarita pizza and coke. “What about you babe?”, Azura nudged Greg. “I’ll have Pepperoni”, he closed the menu and start scroling down his mentions on twitter. He soon tweeted, “Having lunch with dear old Micky and Azura, hve a gud day xx”
“Stop playing with your phone”, Azura said coldly. “What is with woman and phones”, Micky joked. He continued on telling the story, “Few weeks ago Sam forced me to buy a phone. While your girl friend over here told you to stop using communication devices”, he chuckled. Greg and Azura laughed it off.
“So how’s you and Sam anyway?”, Azura seemed to caught some interest in it nowadays.
“All good, I guess…”, Micky shrudded.
“How’s the definition of all good?”, Greg fished out.
“Well… Sam and I have been trying to not be romantically attached”
“That sounds stupid”, Azura nodded to the waiter as they brought out their drinks.
“Well it’s fun. Like old times”, he defended. He put his arms around the cusions and lay back.
“I just think it’s dumb”, Azura pointed it out.
“What is it with you today and being so negative and everything? Annoys the shit out of me”, Greg whispered to her. Still audible enough for Micky to hear, across the table.
“fuck off”, she said back and looked away. Dropping the conversation.
The lunch went pretty silent and awkward, because both Azura and Greg had made a scene. “Stop being a twat”, Micky saw Greg tweeted on his timeline. Micky tried to hold a laugh and signaled Greg that he had seen the tweet. They were acting like kids. Has it become a trend nowadays? The couples are acting like idiots. Or just friends, for Sam and Dan’s case anyways. How could Micky reverse all this and bring peace at last?
Payphone Part 15 GMD3 Fanfic
While Greg and Micky were out on lunch, Dan was still at their flat just hanging out in bed with his macbook. He’s been so bored because Inas had class for the whole day; he was too lazy to do boring old grocery. But now the thought of that was even better than sleeping in all day.
He can’t get her out of his mind, Sam to be exact. He clearly is still pissed off about her and her attitude. Who in the right mind won’t support their friend? She doesn’t get how much pain and all the sad times when she got in with Micky, but he wen’t through fine. He didn’t moan about it all day, he tried to not think of her anyways.
He’s been holding his phone all day, opening twitter doing a question and answer session. To be honest he was waiting for Sam to text or call. Every five minutes, he’ll look at his screen. Or he would put his phone near his ear as he lay down, so he could reply instantly.
After three hours, he texted Greg and asked wether he should text her or not. He did said that he should because he told him that Sam had texted Greg, talking about Dan.
Inside, he felt sorry and victorious at the same time. Because he knew Sam was feeling the same thing, and the thought of being the last person to contact the other one means victory.
His heart deepdown understood, that this is well childish. He really do needs to talk to her, before everything gets worse, before she’s really upset. But he finally decided that he’d wait a few more days. Because he thinks, that there is no way that Sam wouldn’t come back being friends with him.
Meanwhile..
Sam was out in Uni. She was doing Environmental Engineer and will finisih at three pm. It was still about two, and that means still one more hour of lecture. Her fingers boredly taped her notebook, one hand supporting her chin. She tries hard not to fall asleep, because it was hella boring.
She went through her notes on the effect of pollutants and chemical reactions, and all those things. She took a pensil and began to draw, she made notes of Micky, of lyrics, of hearts and whatever things she could think of.
Then it hit her, she remembered of Dan. God, she misses him. It’s only been a few days, but it’s not the same with a few days away but their status was still okay as friends. It feels totally different, to be this distant to Dan.
Not that they haven’t been in a fight before. The last one was in senior year, and Sam hated this girl Dan dated, because she was being such a bitch to her but Dan was on that girl’s side anyways. When she finally dumped him, Dan came running into Sam’s arms, weeping and everything. They were always there for each other, no matter what.
They’ve fought over lunch, fought over who gets to drive the car, fought about Sam smoking weed and things. But sometimes it’s for a better cause. And they never ended up not talking to each other.
She thought she had to mature up if Dan wasn’t willing to. Because it wasn’t a real problem, it was a drunken fight. Now it’s time for a solid sober make up.
She took out her phone and texted Dan, “I’m sorry for being such a bitch x”, she read it over and over, sighed, and pressed send. She knew him too well, he’ll reply in the matter of seconds. Dan always had his phone up and ready.
From: Dan the Twat
“I’m sorry for being such a jerk. Meet you later? x”
She chuckled for the sake of being right about him, and replied….
To: Dan the Twat
“Course. Tonight?”
From: Dan The Twat
“Sure, now I’ll try to fit in some time for u. meet u at our place xx”
She didn’t have to reply; he knew that she would come anyways. This means that she should buy some take outs and bring it down to their flat because they are such beasts.
Even now she couldn’t concentrate on what was going on. She just gazed up and smiled widely like she was high from the weed she used to smoke with Greg in high school.
Payphone Part 16 GMD3 Fanfic
Sam bought donuts, and again.. Chinese takeaways because it was the boys favorite. She drove through town and got to the boys flat in fifteen minutes from the chinese restaurant. She was wearing her favorite leather boots, her suade coat and a beanie Dan lend a few months ago on winter.
“HEEEY!”, Sam yelled as she entered the flat, Greg opened the door. He was wearing his casual black t-shirt and jeans. “Hey babe”, he had one arm around my waist and hugged me friendly. “I brought food!”, She announced. She spotted Micky and Dan were at the couch scribbling down some notes and drawing things.
“Hey!”, Micky put down the pen and walked up to give her a proper greeting. “How are you?”, Sam kissed Micky’s cheeks and unpacked the food. She did gave a small wave to Dan who was looking at her from the sofa. From the edge of her eyes, she could see that Micky signaled him to go talk to Sam.
“Hey”, Dan came helped unpacked the chinese food and served it on the table. “Hey”, she smiled sweetly. She took out cokes from the fridge and called everyone for dinner. “What are you guys up to?”, she sat back and had her arms crossed.
“We’re going to make a video for Payphone”, Dan explained. He was focused on the noodles and started eating it off.
“Oh cools. What is it going to be like?”, She started off eating some dumplings.
“We’re gonna film separate places, and well we sorta need a camera man”
“Or a camera woman for this matter”, Micky grinned.
“Well I am free tomorrow..”, Sam was actually considering it, “Yeah why the hell not”, she nodded.
Wide smiles were shown on the boys faces. “Score!”, Micky highfived Dan. “So we cut the money for paying an actual camera man”, Dan explained. “Wait? I’m not getting paid? At least buy me dinner, come on!”, Sam joked. well to be infact pleaded.
“Okay. You get a fancy dinner and a three dates. Deal?”, Greg reached out his hand for me to shake. “Okay, agreed. Better keep that promise boys”.
They told her the concept of the video. It’s basically simple, shooting Dan sitting… Greg outdoors by the river, and Micky wants to be at the park. She know it was random, so she suggested something much cooler in her opinion. But she got rejected right away, and they were sticking with their plans.
After a few cups of coffee and more papers, we’ve know exactly what to do tomorrow. Shoot Micky first in the day, then Dan was flexible because he was inside, Greg had his night shoot. So he’s last to shoot.
Micky was being excited, he was singing the tune all-night and dancing, practicing the choreograph for whatever comes tomorrow. Greg and Micky excused them self and head on to bed first. Micky has been crashing a lot lately, remembering the fact that they might move in to Dan’s condo anyways, so he’s trying to get use to having them as room mates. So he says.
Dan was left with Sam, they were out sitting on the floor at the balcony. They were gazing at the bright London lights and the city view. Their flat wasn’t that bad. Two beds, big living room, two bathrooms, a balcony. I can’t see why they would bother move down to King Cross. But when Micky reminds me of the jacuzzi and movie theater, I remembered why.
“So..”, Dan started. He had his arms over his knees, looking at Sam and chuckling before he even said a word.
“Yeah so..”, she looked at him for a sec and continued mesmirizing the London view.
“I’m sorry”, he said straight away. He patted my knees and went back hugging his own.
“Nothing much to be sorry for, because I was the bitch getting all pissed and jealous. No worries. Clean slate”, she smiled.
“Jealous? Were you now?”, Dan nudged me.
“Well yes. If someone took my man from me, I’m allowed to be jealous”
“I’m not your man, your man. You know what I mean?”, Dan laughed it off. Trying not to take it too seriously.
“Yeah, I know”, she sighed.
“Nah kidding, I’m forever yours”, he slowly put his arms around her and gave her a brief hug then let go again. Thought it was going to be awkward, but it wasn’t.. at all.
“Awhh Dan”, she pinched his cheeks slightly and began to pull them in different directions, making funny faces.
“So do you think Payphone’s gonna be a big hit?”, he sat up straight and looked down.
Sam touched his chin with her fingers and motioned him to look at her.
“Trust me, it will. It’s an amazing song, and you three are the most amazing vocal group with the best fans. You’ll go so far someday”, Sam encouraged. Looking straight into his beautiful eyes.
“Thank you, calms me down a bit. Quite nervous for tomorrow”, he took her hand and reached out to his chest, feeling his heartbeat as it raced.
“I’M OUT OF PAAAYPHONE, TRYING TO CAAAAALL HOME”, Sam sang loudly all of the sudden.
“ALL MY CHAAANGE WERE SPENT ON FOOOOOD”, Dan sang along.
“That’s not true! I always buy you guys all the food”, Sam hitted Dan in the arms.
He ignored her and kept on singing.
“WHERE HAVE THE TIMEEEE GONE?”
“BABY ITS ALL WRONG!!!”, Sam shouted at Dan.
“WHERE ARE THE PLANS WE MADE FOR TWOO?!”, they both sang together like drunk kids.
No not like drunk kids, like best friends.
Payphone Part 17 GMD3 Fanfic
It was shooting day, Sam decided to come early and mock the boys sense of fashion. She had to pick out their clothes out, because Dan wants to use some ridiculous reggae shirt.
“Seriously? Tie-dyed? No! put that back in you closet and never bring them out again!!”, Sam yelled at Dan playfully.
“I think it’s fine”, He shrudded and continued on having breakfast.
“Mate take that off will ya?”, Greg was annoyed by the t-shirt as well.
“Fine! I’m going for the batman shirt then”, he took his bowl of cereal and brought it to his room.
“Anything but that silly t-shirt!”, Sam yelled loud enough for Dan to hear inside his room.
“So you ready for today?”, Sam hugged Micky. He was sitting down, and reading the newspaper. He had his glasses on, and she swear it’s one of the sexiest thing in the world.
“Course!”, he looked up at her, hold her hands.
“Okay, good. Just making sure. Sooo, everyone already had breakfast right. So we just need to wait for Dan and do your shoot okay Micks?”, she was attempted to mess up his hair but then she remembered it was all pretty and gelled.
Dan came out with a normal t-shirt at last. It was his black batman t-shirt he got as a christmas present from Greg. “So much better”, she put her arms around Dan’s shoulder. “Okay, what are we waiting for then?”, Greg stood up and took his shades and put them on.
I grabbed the camera, my bag, and we headed off to our first location. The park. Greg and Dan were just sitting around, then arguing with each other how Micky should do, even though we’ve gone through this yesterday.
“One more take and I’ll be sick!”, Micky joked. “hey you still have the tunnel scene, come on get on it!”, Sam gave him a smooch in the cheeks to make him feel better, not sure if it would work somehow. “Okay, it’s already twelve o’clock!”, Micky said to himself again. “Chop chop”, Dan joked.
He had only a few takes left, Sam made him do the whole song and would edit the parts out later. “here I am, and pretty lady tell me where are you? Where are you?”, he sang at the end bit.
“aaaand… cut!”, Sam pressed the stop button on the camera, and run to Micky. “Not so bad Mickster, you’ve got camera-talent-kinda looking”, she hugged him tight. Then waved to Dan and Micky who were outsaid waiting for them, signalling that they were finished. “Of course I am. I’m camera ready 27/7”, Micky added.
After they got themselves some juice from the minimarket, they wen’t off to their second location. It wasn’t anything fancy, the script for Dan. He just wanted to sit there and feel lonely and miserable. That was his scene.
“You know what to do right?”, Sam asked again.
“Yes yes of course I do!”
“Good, camera rolling in one..two..”, she pressed record.
Dan began singing his part beautifully, gives her the chills. She asked him if he could sing again from the beginning just too have another couple of extras if something goes wrong.
“It’s too dark in here. The resolution of the camera isn’t quite good either”, She showed the boys Dan’s tape. “Well we’ll have to buy a new camera soon then”, Dan concluded. “What about my part? It would be in night time. Isn’t it going to be all blurry and stuff?”, Greg was beginning to be worried.
“Well we can do it like now, or a different place. We can’t just go off and buy a new camera for now. This would have to do!”, Sam insisted.
“Yeah, I got your point. Let’s stick to the plan”, he sighed then messed his hair.
“It’s going to be all right mate”, Sam patted Greg’s back and smiled to him.
Of course Greg would be worried, he doesn’t want his part to be the least good one out of the other two. Sam convinced him to chill, and told him the only thing that matters is his voice. And looking on how beautiful it really is, she tells him not to think of it as a problem.
“Besides, you can edit the shit out of it”, Dan cheered Greg up. “Yeah course”, Greg answered simply and walked away.
They hung around and set loose for a couple of hours, when it was about sunset we went to the river bank and Greg’s been humming all the way there. He did practiced awhile off camera, because he wanted to give it his best.
And he did. Only a few shots and it was finish, Greg didn’t want to move much, he was doing what Dan was exactly doing. Which was sitting. He wore his black cap and black polo shirt, he looked lovely. Dan even said he looked like a sex god for a confidence boost.
“and…. THAT’S A WRAP!”, I jumped when I pressed stopped recording. All three of us cheered and did a group hug and jumped like kids. “Thank you Sam”, Greg patted my head. “Thank you babe”, Micky said, and Dan nodded in agreement. “Can’t do it with you guys, YOU are the talent!”, she kissed them in the cheeks.
“I’m starving!”, Sam moaned. “I want my dinner!”, she demanded making a little angry puppy face. “Dinner it is!”, Micky put his arms over her, and all three of them walked to their car and drove off.
Instead of the fancy dinner she promised of getting, they went to their usual italian restaurant. Because Greg wanted to dress up for a proper date with all the four of them, adding the fancy bit.
Dan was having spagetti bolognaise, Micky and Sam shared a huge portion of lasagna, and Greg was having is usual pizza.
“When are you planning on releasing the video?”, Sam chugged in her beer.
“As soon as possible”
“As soon as we finish editing that is”, Micky reminded.
“Okay. Well good luck on that”, Sam chuckled.
“What do you think we don’t have tech skills? You underestimate my power!”, Dan loudly said while making Anakin Skywalker’s face in episode three.
“Hahaha no I didn’t say that”
“Well you better not. I’m gonna edit hella amazing”
“Did you just said hella? What the actual fuck?”, Micky laughed.
“Might as well say YOLO mate!”, Greg laughed so hard we can barely hear what he said next.
“YOLO!”, Micky and Dan said in the most gay way possible.
Leaving all four of us laughing our head off. And enjoying the night as it’s still young.
Payphone Part 18 GMD3 Fanfic
Payphone has been such a massive hit. It spreads on youtube and nearly one million views in two weeks. The dislikes are nothing compared to the likes which were thousands of them.
They have been busy with the fans, they’ve done much more with 3ism day. And had been spending most of their time in the studio. The good feedback has bring out the best in them, they’ve been working hard on the recording. Picking out potential singles and new music videos, or covers.
They were planning to have a meet and greet around UK, and France as well because apparently they were famous there. They even got their cover on the radio, and been interviewed loads.
It hasn’t been easy for Inas and Azura, because they’ve been constantly missing their boyfriends. And that is nothing compared to me missing not one, but three boys all at once. Us three occasionaly come by to their studios, but we do try not to make a whole lot of mess and not disturbing their work.
Sam has been texting Micky loads lately, as we both been busy. Finals are coming and she’s been stuck in the flat with an overload dose of coffee and junk food, with papers and books everywhere in my room. It’s a complete mess.
From: Micky Mouse
Hey babe, what u upto?
To: Micky Mouse
Studying x
From: Micky Mouse
Hungry? Xx
To: Micky Mouse
Starving!!!!
From: Micky Mouse
Good. Now open the door J xxx
I smiled at the last tweet, exactly what I needed. I jogged outside my room and opened the door, there stood a handsome young lad, wearing his blue polo t-shirt and jeans on. he was holding flowers, and plastic bags of food.
“Awh Micky!”, She greeted him with a tight hug. “Thought you need some company, don’t get to stressed out braniac”, he joked. “What are these?”, Sam was looking down at the flowers. “roses you idiot, here!”, he laughed. Sam sniffed them and smelled how nice it smells, “Thank you”, she answered simply.
Micky let himself in and placed the plastic bag on the table.
“I thought since you always bring food for us, so it’s payback time”
“FINALLY! How nice of you Micky”, she went through the bag,
“I’ve got you cupcakes, sandwiches, cereal, milk, and me Dan and Azura made you cookies!”, he proudly presented a plastic of cookies. They were green.
“What are these? Weed chips?”, she raised an eyebrow trying not to laugh.
“We accidentaly put the green colouring in it”
“Are you trying to make me high? Is this a hippie cookie? I know Dan likes reggae a lot but this is a new low”, she laughed finally.
“Hey! It’s delicious, plus it’s homemade and fresh from the oven”, he took one out of the bag and shoved a bite down Sam’s throat gently.
“Hey! Hey! Stop it!”, she tried to pull away, but Micky was annoyingly consistent on shoving the cookie in.
“EAT IT! Tryyy”, he begged.
“Okay okay sush now”, She snatched it out of his hands and had a bite. “These. Are. Amazing! You sure you didn’t put weed in it?”, Sam keep munching down and going for the 2nd cookie.
“See? Good. Glad you like it!”,Micky clapped his hand.
“Thank you for being so thoughtful”
He only smiled in return and stroked her hair.
“Hey listen, I’m in the middle of studying now and you can company me if you want to. But… like I said, I will be pretty much studying”, she was walking to her bedroom. With Micky following in the back, then he leaned in to the door.
“Is this a naughty invitation?”, Micky grinned cheekily.
“Just because I’ve slept with you doesn’t mean I want to do it again”, she pulled out her tounge and put her hair up in a bun.
“Ouch. That hit right in the heart!”, He pretended there was a dagger stabbed into his chest and playing dead on the bed.
“I’m ignoring youu”, she said loudly as she was flipping over her chemistry notes.
“Nooo you can’t resist meee!”, he threw a pillow at her, trying to get her attention.
“that’s it”, she sighed and ran to the bed and grabbed a pillow, she started hitting him hard on the head, and it has turned into a nasty pillow fight. After ten minutes of jumping in the bed, constantly knocking things over, and overly sweating and yelling, Sam finally surrenders.
“I give uup!”, she announced and laid back in bed, hugging her pillow and rubbing the sweat off. “Loser”, Micky chuckled then closing her face with a pillow. “I’ll die you twat!”, she pushed him over and was now tickling the crap out of him. Now he’s gonna die of laughter.
Payphone Part 19 GMD3 Fanfic
Sam has been asking for the boys to take her to that fancy dinner she was promised getting last few weeks. She’s done her finals, and she needed a good time out.
“What does guys wear for a fancy dinner?’, Dan asked blankly as he never took out a proper girl to a proper fancy date, even he dated hundreds of them. “Should we be all funny and suit up? 007 style that is”, Micky joked. He was going through his closet and trying to find something nice. “We should go all sir, and wear a big magicians hat and stuff”, Dan suggested. Micky highfived him and continue on looking.
“I thought Sam’s definition of fancy is us wearing long sleeve buttoned up shirts”, Greg shrudded casually, thinking the boys had overdone itself. “Oooooo!”, Greg put his hands over his mouth and laughed out loud, “Seriously?”, he looked straight at Micky who was taking out his prom suit. “Yeah mate, seriously. Blast to the past!”, Micky covered them up and looked at th mirror. “Course we would still fit! She won’t realize it anyways”.
“Wait! Who took her to prom again?”, Greg was trying to remember as non of them did. They agreed that, none of them could have her for prom because it wouldn’t be fair for the other two. She was devistated. “It was that jerk jock, Ryan Maynard, wasn’t it?”. “Yeah that guy, one lucky guy”, Dan chuckled.
“So… suit up!”, Micky ordered, grinning.
They texted her, that they will pick her up at eight. They got Dan’s Range Rover Evoque out from the garage of Dan’s flat. All these time, that car was hidden in that abandon building. “Mate, you really need to use this car more!”, Greg hitted Dan in the head. He was too excited. “Can I drive it?”, Micky told them. “No! I’m the only one who’s allowed to drive this baby”, Dan kissed the car. He literally did.
“We should really come in or should she come out side?”, Greg was poking out the window. “Yeah let’s get in”, Dan took off his seatbelt. They were all pretending to not be nervous, why should they be? It’s a bestfriend dinner out thing.
They knocked the door, and they were surprised with what they saw. Sam had her hair done, curled and loose, exactly like how Belle in Beauty and the Beast was. She wasn’t what they thought she’d look like. They thought she’s gonna wear a tight dress like what girls wear to clubs. But instead she wore a flowing red gown. It was still tight enough to show her curves, but it was elegant and down right beautiful.
She was shocked herself. “Aww guys, you’re all good looking!”, She hugged all three, and when she got last to Greg she said, “and smelling nice as well. Well done boys”, she highfived them. There’s the usual Sam.
“You look amazing”, Greg said back. “Very very lady like”, Dan chuckled. Micky hit him in the stomach and said, “He meant you’re very beautiful Sam”, Micky nodded. “I am… always beautiful”, Sam joked. “Let me put on my shoes first and we’re set to go”, she went to her room.
They all chilled in the room for five minutes until she came out looking a few inches taller. “Let’s go shall we?”, Greg handed her his arm for her to hold. “Hey mate, she’s going out with all three of us!”, Micky joked giver his arm for her left arm. “And where does that leave me?”, Dan messed his hair, acting all confused. “I might to have to grow another arm”, Sam joked leaving the boys laughing.
They took her to a Japanese restaurant, a fancy one. Called the Nobu Barkeley, she loves Japanese so they decided it was perfect. “Wow, you even rented a Range Rover?! That’s so cool!”, she said as she hoped up in the back. “Actually.. this is Dan’s car”, Greg said. Dan gave him the look. “Get ooout”, she gasped. “Stop sounding so American”, Micky laughed. “Whatevaaaaa”, Sam did the accent like one of those Jersey Shore girls.
Nobu Berkeley was one of the top restaurants where celebrities go. The boys were hoping they’d bumped into someone famous in the music industry, and they’d introduce themselves as GMD3.
“get oout! Nobu Berkeley? So cool guys!”, she gasped as they pulled over for valet. “Seriously, let go of the accent”, Dan said finally. “Yes sir, I’m going to be all lady like”, she said back. “Okay, here we go guys”, he ignored her as they pull over.
They went in, and the vibe soon struck them. The design of the restaurant was incredible, all four of them agreed to that as none of them has ever come over. They were soon seated and flipping the menu.
“Don’t you think this is too expensive?”, she said worried as she flipped through the menu. “Don’t worry. It’s on us, so we split three. It’s like cheaper then a normal date”, Dan joked, he set his eyes on this particular menu. They even agreed that they wouldn’t buy the expensive ones for themselves. And let her buy anything she wants. That way it wouldn’t be too expensive.
She raised an eyebrow, still worried. “A lady like must eat like a lady like, therefor the sir like would pay the lady like whatever she wants”, Micky have courtsied. “Did you just curtsy?”, Greg laughed. “I indeed did”, he smiled as he made Sam laughed.
They ended up ordering the yellowtail sashimi with jalapeno, lobster ceviche, black cod, tempura donburi, king crab claw tempura, wagyu beef, and warm chocolate standagi for dessert. Course the restaurant was loud, and full, but it really does make the atmosphere.
“Hey Dan, the other day Micky come by my house and gave me these green weird cookies. He said you made them?”
“Yeah sure did! It was good, wasn’t it?”, Dan laid back.
“She got crazy after that”, Micky winked at her. Relating on that pillow fight.
“Anyways. Did you put weed in them?”, she said in a lower voice. Leaving the whole table laughing.
“What?! God no! haha I don’t even use them. You both used too!”, he pointed at Greg and her.
“Knock it off, we were confused teens that were living life”, Greg defended.
“Well, it was green!”
“She even called it a hippie cookie”, Micky pointed out while drinking his ocha.
“It certainly… was called a hippie cookie”
“Well, but the hippie cookie is delicious isn’t it?”, he lookes up cause the waiter came with their food.
“It is! But probably not as delicous as these dishes”, she was excited to try each one.
“Dig in everyone”, Dan took the plate and began putting on slices of the dish on to his plate.
“Wow this is really good”, Micky munched his first bite of tempura donburi.
“Thank you boys. This is great”, she said.
“Cheers”, Greg said back. And they did cheered with their ocha glasses.
The night ended well, they got desserts out. And when they were all finished, they hitted downtown London for some clubbing. They ditched their suits, but still looking all good with their shirts, Sam walked in beside Micky when Greg and Dan had gone in first.
“You are breath taking”, Micky whispered down. Sam giggled, “Thank you”. “An absolute stunner”, he whispered back. She just smiled as she went off leading him to the bar.
“You know what we should do?”, Dan said loudly. “What?”, Sam moved slightly listening to the rhythm of the song. The bass just dropped. “Shots game!”, he ordered shots for all of them. And they had rounds of them, until they were drunk enough to dance like crazy.
Greg and Dan were lightweights, so they went off to the dancefloor first. She did remind them to be sober enough not to snog a random girl from being too drunk. They did have girlfriends, she reminded. She wasn’t sure that they got the note but then she let them go to the dance floor.
“Another round?”, Micky laughed. “Why not!”, she wasn’t as drunk as she thinks she was. She was moving her body, unattentionaly teasing Micky. “God you’re so hot”, Micky whispered after drinking another. His breath rinked alcohol. “Stop it you”, she giggled. Drinking her seventh shot.
“No, I mean it. I would give the world, to spend time with you tonight”, he took a stray of her hair and tucked it to her ear. “Prove it then”, she said teasingly. Micky looked at her deeply, and he got closer inch after inch. And kissed her pationately. It was like their first kiss all over again, minus the alcohol and the four year added to it. They were reliving time.
Payphone Part 20 GMD3 Fanfic
GMD3 is doing more gigs now, they’ve played in various venues in London. They are scheduled to have three gigs everyweek, sometimes even four. They have gotten a lot more fans, and not just teen girls because their audiences are somewhat older than 16 year olds.
Technology is the reason why GMD3 is famous. Constant 1st worldwide trends, Facebook, Twitter and Youtube has really done its work well by spreading these three boys. Constant interviews from Celebritain, Sugarscape and other celebrity sites has been somewhat usual to the boys.
They were having a day off so they took their girls out individually. Having a whatnot quality time. Greg was taking Azura to a romantic picnic in the park. He even asked Sam to buy groceries and buy all the food he was going to bring. Sandwhiches, lasagna, macaroons, and chocolate chip cookies that were obviously not green, like Dan’s hippie cookie.
Dan was taking Inas for a whole day of arranged dates, he was meant to take her to a bakery because she loves brunch in bakeries, he would take her to the aquarium because apparently he thinks it’s unique and unexpected. He even thought of bringing her to IKEA and do that scene in 500 days of summer. Ending the day with a movie and a good dinner.
Micky and Sam was secretly hooking up since that time in the club. She thought that they’d never get away from sleeping with each other from the other two. But they had dropped them drunk ass first, so Micky was all good to go to Sam’s. it was ridicolous. She even said that she didn’t want this, but seems like she was coming back for more. They were 20 year olds, Micky told to her, they are free to do anything that they wanted.
Micky did told them that because he had nothing to do that day, he took Sam out. The boys did believe him, and didn’t think it was odd in anyway. He texted her that he’s going to pick her up early at eight.
“Hey”, Sam greeted him with a proper kiss in the lips as he hugged her tight.
“Hey. You wouldn’t want to wear those for today”, he looked down at her sun dress and flip flops.
“What? Not fancy enough?”, she pouted.
“No haha you look beautiful, but you might need your jeans on or shorts for today’s schedule”, he closed the door and helped him self with a coke.
“Okay, I’m gonna change. Wait kay?”, she went in her room.
Sam digged out a pair of crop tank that said, “If I were riding a horse I’d wear flanel but I’m going to the disco so I wear channel” croptop by ksubi, her bright tosca denim short, she wore her toms and took her shades.
“Summer enough?”, she presented herself and did a twirl. Micky laughed at the shirt. “What?”, she raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing. It’s the shirt”, he nodded. “It is quite funny isn’t it?”, she smirked.
Micky took her to Hyde Park. “What are we doing here? fancy little picnic?”, she joked. “Something MUCH MORE exciting than that”, he lead her down to where the horses were.
“We’re gonna ride those”, he pointed at the herd of horses.
“OMG so cool! Take a picture with my iPhone will ya?”, she handed out her phone and went near the horses. He did as he was asked, and it was a funny picture. The horse was opening his mouth and Sam was doing the same thing.
They laughed it off, and they hopped on the horse. They went around the park for two times and got off. “That was unexpected”, Sam nudged Micky. “I am full of surprises aren’t i?”, he grinned. “yes and surprisingly delightful”, she had her arms on his waist and they walked around like a couple.
Then it hit her, “That’s why you laughed at my t-shirt!”,she hitted him in the chest. “Ouch! Yep exactly”, referring that it said riding a horse and that was what they did.
He didn’t took her out to a fancy lunch like the dinner they had a few days ago. Instead she took her out to eat KFC and they went to landmarks like the London Eye, and taking pictures by the Big Ben. They were having a tourist date.
Sam was constantly updating her Instagram, because that’s what’s so main stream nowadays.
“Do you want to eat chocolate?”, Micky asked her as they were sight seeing. Eventhough they’ve drive by the London Eye thousands of time. “That is a stupid question”, she laughed. Considering she loves chocolate loads.
He took her out to chocolate tasting next. They did get there early and scope out the chocolate section immidiately. It’s fairly small but substantial and can be found down stage left, assuming the Piccadilly road is the audience.
“We should take a picture of us”, she took out her iPhone once more and starts snapping pictures. “We will end like Winnie the Pooh and the Honey Tree, where Pooh eats lots of honey round Rabbit’s house, then is too fat to get out of the front door at the end of this date”, she joked.
Arm in arm, they headed for 5th View Bar at the top of Waterstones on Piccadilly. Any coffee shop will do but this is the nicest one where it doesn’t seem inappropriate to eat chocolate bought elsewhere. “It won’t happen, but if we were told not to eat the chocolate in there, just do it surreptitiously under the table”, Micky reminded her.
They talked about trips the two of you could do together. Micky did brought up the fact that they will travel around UK for a mini tour for GMD3. And considering to take her with,but she did had uni to attend to,
They talked about starting a chocolate factory,about which Willy Wonka character Sam most resembles. Micky did said she was like that annoying girl who’s obsessed with gums.
“You didn’t buy the chocolate! So you pay for the coffees”, Micky annoyingly said while they were ordering themselves latte.
They really did have a good time. Sam was even considering getting back with Micky. It seems they still clicked after all the drama they went through.
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