The Perfection Of A Poker Face.
Author: M.J. (itsacursetocurse)
Sum.: Alright, so this is about Dougie and his confusion. It's DougiexOC for the first couple chaps, then it's slashy love :). DannyxDougie. The OC sticks around. You'll find she's pretty damn cool.
Disclaim: I don't own McFly, SR owns them ))which is themselves)) I don't make money off this fic so back off.
Important shizz: I realized there aren't enough of these- which is sad. So, I'm writing one.
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"Dougie what's wrong?" she asked, worry overpowering her beautiful features.
"Nothing, nothing." I shook my head.
"Doug, c'mon. I know you better then that. Somethings bothering you. I don't want to pry but . . . I will if I'm forced." she smirked.
I smiled. She was to darn adorable.
"Megs, you make everything better, you know that."
"Aww, thanks." she blushed brilliantly.
She kissed me softly on the lips; our first kiss.
But there weren't sparks. It was like . . . not kissing your sister- but, it's like you know uncontionally- in the back of your head, she's your friend and nothing more.
Ya'know?
I laced our fingures together. "Love ya Megs."
That was a fact though. Not in a romantic way, but in the way I love Tom and Harry. My love for Danny's a little twisted, though.
We walked into the living room to see the guys.
Tom was smiling- holding a mental thumbs up.
Harry was doing the same-
and Danny didn't seem to even notice.
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A/N: Alright, so that's like the prologue, I guess.
Review?
alrighty then. until next time.