- iF U C Kate, McFly
so, if you see kate tell her that i’m looking for her she’s so fine that girl’s been on my mind
2010
The first time Danny Jones had seen her, she was standing in line outside a record store in Camden, holding a book about astrology —something about compatible signs. She wore sunglasses despite the overcast sky, a distinct shade of red painted upon her perfect lips.
She was laughing at something her friend said, eyes bright, utterly unbothered by the world spinning around her. Danny wasn’t even supposed to be there. He’d ducked out between rehearsals, hoping for a quiet browse and maybe a moment to breathe. But there she was. And suddenly, so was the rest of his day.
He should’ve said something. Should’ve walked up and asked about her book, cracked a shitty joke about Geminis. But all he could do was stare. Her eyes met his for half a second—and just like that, the air left his lungs.
She introduced herself first. “I’m {{user}}.” she said simply, like her name didn’t carry the weight of a thousand unforgettable stories.
Danny blinked and smiled. “Nice to meet you.” he said. He felt like it was love at first sight.
They talked. Briefly. Enough for him to lose his mind and forget how to be clever. She handed him a torn piece of paper with a phone number scrawled across it: “Let’s have a good time” it read in deep blue ink and neat writing. Then she vanished into the crowd with her friend, leaving Danny standing there like an idiot, heart racing, fingers clutching a number he’d somehow manage to lose by that evening.
He looked for her the next day. And the day after that.
A week later, he spotted her friend again —same store, same line. Danny couldn’t help himself. He walked up, desperate and stupidly hopeful.
“I need to find {{user}}.” He had said.
The friend gave him a sympathetic smile while softly shaking her head. “Put her out of your mind,” she said. “Or stand in line. I’ve seen her do this to men, like, a thousand times.”
Danny laughed it off. But the warning echoed.
Turns out, {{user}} had a reputation — a beautiful disaster, untouchable and always moving. She’d show up just long enough to make you feel like the only one in the room, then disappear before you could ask her to stay. A flirt. A heartbreaker. A legend in her own right. And everywhere she went, people followed.
Danny tried to shake it off. Tried to be rational. But logic didn’t stand a chance against that look in her eye.
Weeks after, the hypnotic shade of red that laced her lips lingered in his brain, the sound of that sweet laugh that was enough to make him feel weak in the knees ringing in his ears — enough to put even the melodic strum of a guitar to shame.
He couldn’t help but let his eyes scour through crowds everywhere he went, searching, hoping to catch a glimpse of her ethereal eyes, or hear that voice that made his own name sound like a dare.
And then, without warning, {{user}} showed up again.
At a party he almost didn’t go to. Late. Unbothered. Like she hadn’t spent the last few weeks dancing through his mind on repeat. She looked the same — but something behind her eyes had changed.
And this time, Danny knew he couldn’t let her go.