“Please!”
Mel begged her friends.
They both
looked back at her with disbelief.
“Please,”
she repeated, her voice even more desperate than before.
Steph and
Karen chose to ignore her, taking their bags, kissing Martin goodbye and
heading outside.
“Please,”
Mel said again, putting on her coat and running to catch up with them.
“Why? You know it’ll be a crave round the back?”
Steph reasoned.
“Yeah, come
on Mel, we never go round the back, because it’s silly,” Karen agreed.
“Please, I
need to see him…I mean them.” She admitted
Steph
shrugged her shoulders and turned right out of the gates, leading them round to
the back.
The back of
CD:UK wasn’t the most practical places to meet people, you normally ended up
having to stand in a bush and as the gates were up on a hill over looking the
car park, the popstars were usually quite a way below you.
Running up
the grass, Mel ran through the bush and pressed herself quickly up against the
bars right at the edge, where the ground was just about level with the carpark.
She was
just in time to see the boys come out of the back door. Immediately the cravens around them started
screaming for them to come over so rather than go to their cars the boys made
their way over to the gates, grinning at their adoring fans.
Steph
looked at Mel in confusion, she wasn’t usually like this, first of all she had
been acting all strange in CD:UK and now here she was behaving like an idiot at
the gates, she had never begged like that before, she had seemed desperate to
see the boys.
“Heya,” Mel
spoke softly, greeting Christian as he approached the gates, “you were great in
there.”
“Thanks,”
he replied.
There was a
silence between them as they stood and stared at each other, smiling.
“I’ve had
enough of this,” Karen muttered, moving next to Steph and waving for Mark to
come over and see them.
“Save us
please,” she asked him as he walked over, “those two are driving us mad.”
“Yeah, they
are odd aren’t they?” Mark commented.
“And they
seem to hug a lot too,” Ben noted, as he joined the conversation, his eyes
darting over to where Chris and Mel were hugging through the bars.
“Yeah, you
never hug me,” Steph pouted at Ben, “and I’m your favourite fan.”
“Since
when?” he asked, his mouth hung open, yet this eyes were twinkling
mischievously.
“You said I
was.”
“When?”
“One night
at Pepsi last promo when you were really drunk,” she confessed.
He blushed
red, suddenly remembering a few things he had done that night, “did I?”
Reaching
his arms through the bars, he wrapped them round Steph and gave her a quick
peck on the cheek.
“Thanks,”
she grinned.
“Can I join
in?” a voice called out, it belonged to Paul.
He squeezed
his head in between the bars in front of Karen and grinned at her.
“You going
to be able to get your head out of there babe?” she asked, worried about how
big Paul’s head seemed to be in comparison to the thin metal bars.
“Yeah,” he
grinned dismissively, pulling his head forward and burying it into her chest.
She blushed
slightly, “Paul, what are you doing?”
“Having a
hug,” he replied cheekily.
“Your just
a perv,” she replied laughing and moving away so that Paul’s head was left
dangling in mid air.
Twisting
his head round to the side, Paul tried to manoeuvre his head back through the
bars, but kept getting his ears stuck at the vital moment. He had them all in fits of laughter, even
Mel and Chris had decided to join them and were contributing in ‘operation get
Marazzi out of the bars’.
“I’m really
going to miss you guys,” Karen said suddenly as Paul’s head popped out of the
railings and the laughing died down.
“Why where
are you going?” Ben asked.
“Well it’s
the end of the UK promo isn’t it, this is the last day we’ll see you for a few
weeks.”
“Oh yeah,”
Mark replied, remembering that they were due to fly out of the country very
early the next day and wouldn’t be back until the tour.
“Come to
Norway,” Chris said suddenly, bringing his head up and meeting Mel’s eyes with
his own.
“Ooooooh
yeah,” Mark agreed, clapping his hands together, “come and see us on promo in
Norway, that’d be cool.”
“Mmmmm and
we can afford that can’t we?” Steph laughed at their popstar ignorance.
“Well have
a think about it,” Chris said, as they turned and walked back towards the cars.
“See you
later girls.”
They all
waved enthusiastically as the cars pulled out of the car park and onto the
road.
“Well
that’s it for a few weeks then,” Steph said matter of factly, “back to the
boring real world tomorrow.”
“Or we
could go to Norway,” Mel replied thoughtfully.
“You’re not
being serious are you?”
“Yeah, why
not, I mean, they asked us to, and we could, it isn’t completely impossible.”
“But Mel
the money,” Steph argued.
“Credit
card,” she replied simply.
“Time off
college?”
“Don’t give
a damn,” she argued back.
“Our
parents?”
“ I can
handle mine,” she insisted. “Please
let’s go, I really, really want to.”
For the
second time that day they heard Mel beg, the tone of her voice was desperate,
like nothing else in the world mattered as much as going to Norway.
“Mel calm
down,” Karen soothed her, gently placing a hand on her arm, this sudden change
in her was beginning to get quite worrying.
“You OK
Mel?” Steph asked.
“Yeah I’m
fine,” she replied in confusion, “I just fancy a little holiday that’s
all. Please… it’ll be fun.”
“You think
we can get last minute flights though?” Karen asked, she always seemed to be
the sensible one that would start picking holes in the plans.
“Yay, we’re
going to Norway!” Mel yelled out, jumping up and down on the spot with a huge
grin on her face.
“We haven’t
agreed yet.” Steph retorted, annoyed that a decision had been made for her.
“Tell you
what, I’ll organise everything, all you girls have to do is turn up at the
airport tomorrow morning OK?”