I am in love with a hopelessly gorgeous horny brunet retard
Chapter 2 – Ariel; Never Underestimate the Power of Noodles.
While I lay in the very nicely tanned arms of Dougie, I started to think. How me? How the hell did I end up here? Luck has to be the reason. No other way some random girl like me would end up dating Dougie Poynter. Might as well tell you how it all started... It's not as nice and romantic as my best friend besides Dougie Emily's but hell; at least it's a story.
It was the summer of 2005. 16 year old Ariel Raine was working at her daily job at Starbucks.
Cue the ripple flashback thingy.
"And then I was like, 'No way, you couldn't of slept with Alexis's ex-boyfriend.', and then she was like 'Well, David didn't seem to care', and I was like 'It's so against code of law, serio–" I was rudely interrupted by a customer.
"Excuse me." The voice said. I took a glare look at the person who interrupted me, and my lovely conversation with my bestie, Nicola.
"Can I help you?" I asked with a fake smile. "Uh...yeah. I'd like one frap, strawberries and cream." The stranger said.
"No coffee, eh?" I responded in a monotone.
"My bandmates don't let me have it. I tend to get a bit... over hyperactive?" He said with a smile.
I just looked at him and responded, "Do you really think I give a damn?"
He just put his head down and mumbled, "Sorry. Here's the money.", and then walked to a table with his frap.
I just stood there and thought for a few seconds. Did I hurt his feelings or something? Nah, most likely not, maybe he's sensitive… He may have something wrong with him. Great, now I yelled at a retarded kid. Good job, Ariel. Good job...
A few hours later, I was closing up; no one was in Starbucks, except the "retarded" guy. I started to wonder, why is he still here? And looks so depressed? Well, might as well ask him.
"Hey, what are you still doing here? We're closing." I said to him, as I watched him look my way. He just frowned and said, "No reason to go back to the hotel anyway, they all forgot about me."
"Huh?" I responded putting down my keys, and sitting across from him. He sighed and looked at me, "My bandmates stood me up, then my girlfriend stood me up. Oh! And then she broke up with me for my friend, Dylan! Fun day. But, you wouldn't care.." He trailed off, pulling his beanie above his eyes. At that moment I noticed how gorgeous his eyes are. Like a blue-green, my favorite crayon, may I mind you.
"Why wouldn't I care?" I responded playing with the gold band on my ring finger give to me from my mom.
"Well, you kinda said earlier to me, and I quote 'Do you really think I give a damn?'" He said with an American accent. Well, more like attempt at one. Emphasis on the damn, he must be pissed.
I just looked at him, blushing. "I kinda went to the thought you were...retarded. Nothing offensive if you are. I know some very nice retarded people!" I responded putting my hands up in defense. He just looked at me.
"Nice to know random people at Starbucks find me retarded." He said sarcastically. "Sorry" I said blushing again.
"It's okay, I get it a lot." He said sighing.
"Here, I'll make it up to you." I said walking behind the counter. "I'll make you another strawberries and cream frap; on the house." It gave me a chance to shut down all the machines while I'm up. After I was done I handed him the cup.
"So, you're in a band, --" I paused for a moment, waiting for him to say his name.
"Dougie." He responded, taking a sip.
"Aw, cool! My favorite band has a bassist named Dougie. He's so hot!" I said smiling.
Dougie just tensed up. "Never heard of him. What band is he in?" Dougie asked, a little too quickly. He kept looking down, playing with his beaded bracelets.
"McFly. Here, I have a picture of them on my laptop!" I said getting my laptop and sitting beside Dougie, showing him my background. Beside me, I felt him tense up even more.
There's definitely something wrong with this kid. Eh, at least he's pretty. Too pretty for that skank who dumped him. Wait, did I just call him hot? No I called him pretty. It's totally different. Well, he is kinda hot…Either way he's good looking. Fuck, I need to shut up to myself. That sounded odd. God damnit stop talk-thinking to yourself Ariel.
"Eh, they're quite ugly!" He responded to the picture of McFly. I gasped and hit him on the shoulder.
"How dare you! I'm sitting on the other side of the table now! Dougie, we are over! And our poor kids won't have their beloved mother; you won't be there to be their mother!" I screamed. What the hell did I just say? Great, this pretty/hot-pretty hot dude is making me nervous. I got up and sat across from Dougie, dragged the computer with me and then mumbled, "How dare you say McFly is ugly, you bastard."
"I'm sorry! They're sexy beats, and I'd fuck every one of them!" He exclaimed, standing up and flinging his arms in the air. He looked more worried he offended me rather than joking. I've got to admit, it was kind of cute the way he's so shy.
I just looked at him. "You're gay, aren't you?" I said. "I've always wanted a gay best friend!" I jumped over the table, and hugged him. He just stood there… I bet he was freaked out by my random jump. He was muscular, I guess you could say. He wasn't squishy like I was used to with my girlfriends, although I don't mind, maybe it was because he was so tense.
"Erm... sorry to break it to you, but I'm straight." He said pushing me off of him.
"Damn!" I mumbled. He walked over and sat next to the seat next to me.
"So, you never told me your name." He said to me playing with some random stuff on my laptop.
"Ariel Raine." I responded poking him. At least his arm was kind of squishy, but it was hard to tell with his sweatshirt. It still hurt my finger either way.
"Neat name. Haha, you're a mermaid." He said poking back.
"Shut the fuck up, man." I said pinching him.
"Owch!" He yelled and rubbed the place where I pinched him.
"Sorry! I have deadly nails. Deadly bright neon green nails." I said looking at my nails.
"They're nice-" he cut himself off "God, it's hot in this place, why the hell do you have the heat up so high? It's the middle of July!" He said fanning himself.
"Hey, smart one. Take your beanie off, and your sweatshirt." I said rolling my eyes.
"I never thought of that! Thank you!" He said hugging me. Now I know how it felt to be ambushed.
"Dougie, get off." I said pushing him off. I just sat there while he took off his sweatshirt.
Very slim figure. And a Hurley shirt! Yay! Now, the beanie. I wonder what kind of hair he has. Maybe he's just bald? Nah. Mohawk? Nah, he's too skater. Maybe he has skater hair! That'd be hot. Or emo hair... SCORE! HE HAS EMO HAIR. Wait. Holy Crayola...he's...
"Oh my god. You're… You're…" I said not being able to find the right words. He covered my mouth.
"I know, I know. Sorry I didn't say anything about…ya know..." He trailed off.
"Let go! (Which sounded like, 'wet row')" I tried to say. He finally let go of his arm, so I grabbed it.
"Now, you know who I am, what now?" He put his head on the table, hitting it repeatedly.
"Don't damage that pretty little head of yours dude! Many people enjoy looking at it!" I said trying to pull him off of the chair.
"Ow.. oww.. oww!" He said trying to resist being pulled up by me. "You know for a little girl you got one death grip." He said getting up, trying to get the feeling back in his shoulder; he was moving it in circles and stuff.
"Sorry. And I'll have you know that I am not a little girl. I am practically a woman." I told him pouting. "I just wanna be your friend. Besties. Let's go get our nails done or something." I perked up grabbing my lap top case, my keys, and Dougies hand.
"Number 1, its 9 o'clock at night. Number 2, I am not gay, damnit!" He yelled.
"Fine." I sighed. "You got here somehow. Lets so somewhere! My car is a piece of shit. We can leave it here." I smiled at him.
"Wait, what?!" Dougie exclaimed.
"You look confused. I'll explain during the car ride!" I tried to say while pulling him towards the door. He started laughing.
"Where the hell would we go?" he tried to say while I pulled him. I got him outside, locked the door and got ahold of his hand again.
"Is that your car? Volvo? Toyota? VW?" I tried to pick out cars.
"Mustang." He said pointing at the shiny beautiful red car. "It's a rental."
"Holy... sweet mother of…" I couldn't find my words. "Holy hell. That has got to be one of the most beautiful cars I've ever seen." I kept staring.
"I'm glad you like it. I'm not much on cars, but I liked it the most out of them all." He said unlocking the doors. As I sat down I breathed in the great car smell. Then when he got in I got a good whiff of him. I hadn't noticed, but he smelled great.
"This is odd. I'm used to English cars. You know, steering wheels and roads on the other side…I almost went the wrong way trying to get here." Dougie admitted.
"Why don't you let me drive…" I said switching seats with him. "Let's grab dinner somewhere!"
"No offence but. I feel like I'm being kidnapped or something." He laughed.
"Nah, if I kidnapped you you'd have tape over your mouth and I'd be taking you over to my crappy room thing they call a house rather than to dinner." I said smiling at him. I saw him laugh in the corner of my eye. I decided to take him to this small Italian place I knew about. They were the best.
"You like pasta?" He nodded. "Good. I'm taking you to a nice little Italian restaurant." I said smiling.
While at the restaurant I got the change to ask him some stuff, and likewise.
"So where's the rest of your bandmates?" I asked him swiveling my fork in the pasta.
"Back at the hotel probably… I could take you to them afterwards." He said, sticking one noodle in his mouth and vacuumed it up until it ended. It was a long noodle too.
"You knew where they were? I thought you said they stood you up?" I asked, forking my noodles again.
"I just texted them to meet me. They probably didn't get it. I 'spose I over reacted…" he admitted. "You know you should really try eating them one by one." he smiled at me "The noodles. It's much funner that way." He stuck another one in his mouth and slurped it up.
I tried. I got a small one. It was weird.
"I've always wanted to try that thing in that one Disney movie." He found a long noodle and pointed one end at me.
"No way; the Lady and the Tramp thing?" I was amused. Maybe he got that from Tom. Either way he watches Disney films! I took the end he was pointing at me and put it in my mouth.
"Alright then. You can be Lady; I'll be the Tramp." He smiled and put his end in his mouth. "Ready? Go."
We both practically inhaled our ends until our faces were inches apart. I stopped in shock, but he kept going. Finally our lips touched. In shock, I swallowed my noodle without chewing, and just kissed him. I'm pretty sure he did the same because after the… lip touching thing… the kiss, I guess you could say, we both grabbed our drinks and washed away the remaining noodle things down.
Just then we both burst into laughter. After that we just joked around.
"You know I actually have a British accent." I started to say. "I just got used to this one since living here and all."
"Well I have an American accent." He joked around.
"If that was your attempt at an American accent at the Starbucks, then I don't want to hear anymore of it." I told him smiling.
We exchanged accents and his American accent was actually pretty decent, better than when I started using mine. We decided I should use my English accent from now on.
"You know, I feel as if I can really be my self with you and all. I don't have to worry about anything. It's like I've known you for years." He told me.
"Ditto." I said to him. "I feel like there's a connection, or something, bonding us." He grabbed my hand and started playing with it until the point where he just held it. His hands were nice, warm.
"Now what?" I asked him, skipping out of the restaurant.
"Now… I take you to the hotel, you meet the guys, they'll drive you crazy, you run out screaming, and we never see you again."
"If that even remotely happens, instead of running out, I'll grab onto you and use you as my shield." I grinned really wide at him.
"What if I'm part of the reason you went mental?" he replied, getting into the drivers seat.
"Well, none of that will even happen if you crash us while driving on the wrong side of the road." I buckled in slowly, incase he asked me to drive last minute.
"Nah, I think I've got it." He said, starting up the car.
2 little road freak outs later, we got to their hotel.
Right after we got out of the car, I ran behind him and jumped on his back.
"Whoa!" He was surprised. Mission accomplished. He would've dropped me too, if I didn't have such a death grip. Go volleyball muscles.
"From here to the hotel room, you're going to piggyback me." I tried to sound really peppy; like annoying peppy. He understood, and held my legs up. He didn't seem to mind, since I weigh like… nothing.
"Alrighty then; but you're going to have to duck when we go through doors." He said as he started walking.
It took a total of 8 minutes I'm guessing to get from the car to the check in desk, up the elevator and down the hall into their room. My ass was almost numb by then. My head was on top of Dougie's, and my arms were slumped down his chest from his shoulders. Occasionally, for fun I tapped his chest to a beat or wrapped my arms around his neck. He didn't mind, I knew he was smiling.
Finally we got to the hotel room. When we walked in I jumped off and started stretching.
"Finally dude. My ass is like freakin' numb." After that, I saw Tom and Harry waving at me from their sofa. I think they were playing Halo. I waved back.
"Tom, Harry, this is Ariel. Met her at the Starbucks I got depressed at." I smiled at them. Dougie's paused to look around the room. When he was done he came up behind me and hugged me from behind. "Dude, where's Danny?"
"He's in the room watching a movie with Emily. I swear those two are fucking inseparable." Tom said aggressively, pressing buttons rapidly. "Haha, you're dead." Harry teased.
I ran over, sitting between them, and grabbed a controller. "Sweet, I kick ass at this game. Start a new one." I smiled.
"I like her." Tom said. I smiled and gave him a little kiss on the cheek.
"So who's Emily?" I asked as the game started.
"She's someone we met a few weeks back while we were still in England. She and Danny have a 'thing' going on." Harry said, while shooting me rapidly. I fired back and ran away.
"She's wicked. You and she would kick major ass together." Tom added right before I killed him.
"Shit, I suck today. I need coffee." Tom said getting up. "Excuse me." Harry said as he got up, heading for a door I assumed was the bathroom.
"Dougie you wanna crash a party?" I said ambushing him with a hug.
"Let's do it." He said excitedly. I jumped on his back again and he ran to the bedroom where we found Danny and a girl watching Ghostbusters. Well... barely. They were just making out. It was kind of weird. They weren't even making out making out; they were like… just kissing, except like... more. Like a lesser down from making out. Confusing, I know.
Dougie ran and crashed onto the bed as I fell off of him in the process. After I recovered from the crash, I saw him trying to lie on top Danny. He looked like he was struggling, so I helped him.
"Dougie you're back!" I heard Danny try to say. I hadn't noticed the girl, who I assumed was Emily, jumped on top of Dougie.
"Shit! How many people are on top of me?" I heard Danny try to say.
"Ow! Emily!" Dougie yelled laughing. "Dude I need you to meet somebody!" Dougie said, as he rolled off of Danny with Emily right next to him on the bed. I got off of Danny and squished between him and Dougie.
"Ello there." I turned to Danny, smiling.
"Ello." He mimicked me.
"This is Ariel. Ariel, Danny. Emily, Ariel. Dougie."
"Ariel, are you out of your fucking mind?" I heard Emily speak for the first time.
I was surprised, she didn't sound angry though. I think it was smart to reply with a "Getting there." I stared at the ceiling. I think everyone on this bed was. It was a big bed; but we just barely managed to fill it up. There was another one next to it, separated with a nightstand.
"Welcome to the crew then." She said again. I liked her.
A/N Anyone know why on the top of every chapter it keeps saying "I am in love with a hopelessly gorgeous horny brunet retard"?
It just appears whenever i upload a chapter .
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