Dougie Poynter: Love, luck and humility
(A/N: Heyaz! Let me tell you that this is a mild slash no guyxguy. But this is a Pones cause there ain't that many of them on this site! Shame on you! Not really love ya all! This is an M. It has its share of swearing. Okay? This is completely fictional. Not real woman!
You have been warned. ;) )
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How in the hell do you start a diary? I MEAN... JOURNAL! Nice save Doug; nice save. Um... well I'm Dougie and I'm in a band called McFly. Weird name right? It's fun to get payed to hang out with ya mates for living! I am writing to you from my room which is littered with shit which- actually what the fuck is that? Eww... stale pizza. Should I? Just as I was about to taste Danny came skipping in. SKIPPING?
"Are you straight Danny?" I asked
"Last time I checked... yes." He replied. Gosh he had to think about it. Tut tut.
"Could've fooled me. But to me you're as straight as a roundabout." I told him.
"Thanks mate!" he said smiling happily. I face-palmed his thickness. What a dick.
"Anyway you coming to breakfast?" he questioned me.
"Probably." I simply mumbled. That's the whole point of mumbling, you have to mumble something simple so it can be mumbled. Danny somehow found out what I just wrote and called me a fucking dictionary! "Oi! Ya prick!" I yelled.
Shit minded little fuck! – Danny
Ha ha watch me kill you!
Yeah right you're puny! And you look like a girl! – Danny
And? I am not a girl!
Never said you were. – Danny
You... implied it.
Do you even know what that means? – Danny
Nope.
Me neither. – Danny
Ho fucking whoopty-de-doo!
So I bring you (which reminds me I have to name you hm...) downstairs where the other two 'lovers' were there. Tom and Harry are gayboys! Literally! Not that there's anything wrong with that. "What or where are we going today?" I asked.
"Um... interview?" Harry said.
"Is that a question? 'Cause if it is I don't know the fucking answer!" "Language Douglas!" Tom or 'Mother Hen' said still clutching to Harry's hand as if it were a key to a Star Wars ship. "I still don't know why you won't admit your obvious love for Danny, Doug."
"Fuck you Tom!" I shout. To be honest Danny as a boyfriend won't be too bad. WAIT BOYFRIEND? Shitingtons. I might just kill myself.
Bye journal...
(A/N 2: So there it is! If at least one person reviews you will get the next chapter. It's up to you. All you. Just you.)