Disclaimer: If I owned McFly, would I be writing this? Be serious. (I don't own the song either, but I do own the story line.)

Part One – Watching the people.

They sat on his couch, watching the world go by. Watching happy smiling faces walk by. It made him feel even worse about himself. "Dougie, don't worry about it. It'll be fine, it always is." Nicola waited for the typical response.

"But Nic, this one.." Dougie started. Nicola cut in "This one is different, this time you really loved her." She sounded bored. And she was, she'd heard the same crap at least a thousand times. But Dougie was her best friend. She'd always have time to listen to him repeat himself.

They sat in silence for a moment. Dougie's head resting on her lap. "How come you always know, Nic?" Dougie asked, finally breaking the quiet. Nicola bit back a sarcastic comment and said simply, "Women's Intuition." Dougie nodded slowly, then looked back at her. "Thank you, by the way. And I'm sorry again. I know this isn't really how you pictured your Friday night.."

And he was right. It wasn't. But she also knew that she would never do what Dougie did on a Friday night. She wasn't in to the party scene like he was. But then again, nobody partied the way Dougie did. Dougie regularly got high and completely trashed. Something Nicola clearly didn't approve of. But Dougie couldn't stop himself.

"Nic, there's a party tomorrow?" Dougie asked, wiping stray tears away from his eyes. Nicola smiled weakly at him. "I can't Doug." Nicola answered truthfully. Some one needed to be there for him to pick up the pieces. Dougie looked at her pleadingly, "I was gonna go with..her. I really don't want to go by myself,"

"You don't have to go at all Dougie, you got completely trolleyed last time. You can't do it every weekend."

"Just because of what happened to your parents doesn't give you the right to baby me." Dougie said nastily.

Nicola threw his head off of her lap and stormed off, towards the door. She turned just before she reached the handle. And said, "Do whatever you want Dougie. I don't care anymore. I used to be worried about losing some one I loved."

Nicola walked out of the Poynter's front door, avoided Mrs. Poynter's gaze. She didn't want anyone to see her crying..

That hurt. Dougie stared at the door in complete shock. He hadn't meant what he'd said to come out like that. Actually, now that he thought about it. For a split second, though he'd never admit it to anyone. He wanted to hurt her. And he had no idea why. She hadn't done anything to him. It wasn't her fault that Paris had cheated on him. It wasn't her fault that he had felt like shit for 2 whole days. And what happened to her parents, that wasn't her fault either. Dougie had watched her beat herself up about it for ages. But he couldn't stop enjoying himself, just because her parents set themselves on fire...