Yeah, I am writing chapter two :) Oh yes. :D.

I have actually been writing this and then going over it the next day and redoing some parts to it, I find that effective to get all the description and things I want, because I don't think of it all at one point. Yeah, good idea huh? Well it is when you have a brain like mine.

This is really annoying, because as I am writing this, FF is still not coming up on my pc.. So GroowyL is updating all my things for me .. yeaah. I love her :D

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Anyways, on with the chapter, yes?

Two

I walked into the kitchen, it was now six a.m. and I hadn't slept a wink since the annoying twatheaded idiopathic rock star above me woke me up. I'm guessing you know I am rather grumpy if I don't get my sleep then yes? Yes.

And to add to that, I am not a heavy sleeper, so a lot can wake me up, seriously. I am nothing like my brother, he could sleep through an earthquake, but me? No chance. I would be one of those idiots who think it is ok to run screaming from your house, just as a chimney falls on my head and kills me, yes, I am that stupid.

I took a glass and poured some chocolate milk into it, which was probably the only thing we had in the house that was able to be put inside your body without giving yourself food poisoning or something. I took a sip, nothing in my mind that it was a tad warm. And for the first time in a few months, I had the urge to clean, and I didn't know why.

I took all of the packaging off the counter tops and binned it all, knowing that with the amount we actually had we could probably take on the amounts of an oil factory and win, emptying bins which stank just like my older brothers bedroom and cleaning everything in sight. Before I realised what time it was it had turned midday, the whole flat was spotless, you could see your reflection in the TV screens, the mirrors were shinning and everything seemed to gleam with freshness, and I had broke out in a sweat which rarely ever happened, unless I was at football training. I stepped into the shower and turned on the cold water, call me weird, but I like having a cold shower when I am sweaty, it would refresh me so much more than normal. Like standing in the rain, naked, although you wouldnt actually do that, obviously. I thought about everything when I was in the shower, it was like my holy place, you know, where you would come clean about your sins, and watch them wash down the drain, yeah, my holy place.

I heard a bang coming from somewhere in the flat, and I knew my brother had woken up and realised everything was clean, he hated it when I randomly decided to clean everything, because he would continue to try and mess things up for about a month afterwards, always getting a total whack around the head from me, I mean, how would you like it, if you cleaned a flat, and then you left for an hour, you come home and there is dirty pizza boxes lying around everywhere, yes, Dougie Poynter could be very annoying, I mean, yeah, alot of girls would think that having him around the house all the time, most likely half naked would be nice, but seriously, take it from my point of view, he is an idiotic typical pig of a man.

I dried up and got changed, throwing my hair into a bobble and walking into my room, yawning. I was tired, but I knew that if I went to sleep I wouldn't be able to sleep that night, and would be forced to blame Danny, again.

I always did this, found someone else to blame for the reason I couldn't sleep or something, it was never down to me, it was always someone else, someone like Danny walking above me, or the spider floating around and causing a shadow in the corner of my room, yes, I even blame spiders when I can find no other logical reason for my lack of sleep.

I thought about everything that they had been through, the boys and their girlfriends, they had all lost a friend, and Danny had lost the one he loved, all because Danny is an idiot right? So why didn't they all hate him like I did? I always had, thought he was a self obsessed twatheaded cold hearted idiot of a man.

"Jazz?" I heard someone knocking on my door, and then my brothers really annoying voice coming through.

"Yeah?" I answered him, I couldn't be bothered with the whole argument we would normally have, the one about how he feels "good" when he has his "things" around the place, which to him, meant his mess, pizza boxes and mouldy milk.

"What happened to the house?!" He yelled, he never did come into my room, because he was afraid I would be standing over the computer naked and looking at child pornography, yeah, my brothers sick mind was not only sick anymore, it was twisted too.

"I cleaned it! And if you mess it up I will castrate you with a dirty rusty blade!" I yelled, ok so there is a posibility that he isnt the only slightly disturbed child in our family, but if you didnt say things like this to him, he wouldnt listen and would do whatever you didnt want him to anyways.

I placed a CD into the player, waiting for his blissfull voice to pump through my body, spilling through me like blood through veins.

Matt Willis.

Thats how you can describe god.

I knew he was friends with my brother, but I had never met him, and I didnt want him to know me through 'dougsy boy', I wanted him to know me for me.

He was often hanging out in these flats, but I had never met him. I didnt want to meet him through who I knew, if that makes sense at all. I just wanted to know that people like me for me, not for who I live my life around.

I lay back on my bed, listening deeply to his words. When I heard the door slamming shut, the front door I mean.

I got up from my bed as my bedroom door swung open at such a speed it gave me a small fright.

Guess who stood there? Daniel Alan David Jones. The idiotic popstar.

"What're you doing in here?" I yelled at him as I walked across the room, to stand in front of him and get a better view of his annoying presense in my own personal space. Yeah, I said personal space, did he care? I think not.

"Would you turn that crap down? I just got Jake to sleep!" He yelled over my music, he had just insulted Matt, one of his friends? How rude.

"What the hell is going on in here?!" Dougie yelled along with us as he knocked and then entered my room, yes, see, knocked. It would have been a funny sight to see, I mean, me and Danny, glaring at each other and Matt Willis's song "Sounds of America" pumping through my speakers and filling me with joy, and filling Danny with rage.

"Danny here barged in!" "She's being annoying with that music!" We both yelled at the same time. I heard someone clearing their throat by the door, but didn't look away from Danny once. Not once would I break this unsaid war of non blinkingness.

"Now Dan, you dont hate my music that much do you?" I heard someone talking, I knew the voice, but I didnt want to look to confirm my thoughts. Until his hand was placed on Danny's shoulder, and Danny looked at him. The look on his face was priceless, although then again it did make me look to find something I didnt want.

I had already said I wanted to meet him because of me, not because he was visiting my brother. Oh well, too late. Matt Willis stood in my bedroom, smiling and me, and rasing an eyebrow at Danny every few moments.

"Would you just turn it down?" Danny pleaded, obviously not wanting to say anything to annoy his friend.

"No" I said, smirking.

"You're so idiotic!" He yelled.

"Says he who lost his girlfriend because he wanted his wife and their baby who turned out it wasn't his, then she left you, and you keep the kid? That's just fucked up" I said, smiling smugly, I knew my brother was shocked at my knowledge.

"You know nothing about what happened between me and Roxy. Leave her out of this!" He pointed his finger in my face, as I saw a tear slipping down his face. I would normally be sypathetic, but not for him, not for Danny Jones.

With that, he left, leaving Matt willis smiling at me, in my bedroom.

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