"Welcome to Chez Poynter, Jayjas…make yourself at er, home." I gingerly followed him into his flat. the car journey had been long, and passed in silence. Not uncomfortable silence, before you get any of those ideas. It was a silence where we both understood that there was nothing that needed to be said. A silence of we-understand-how-each-other-tick.

But this was a B-I-G step for me. Going to stay at some guy's flat! Perhaps even stay there! Y'know, to live.

GAH!!!!

Nevertheless I stepped into the place and shut the door, carefully, scared to slam it or something. I was in a large, white sitting room, with a massive wide screen in the far left-hand corner. A brown corner sofa was around it, a glass coffee table in the middle. There were side tables, amps, bases and photos and things grouped around. I scuttled to the sofa and perched on the end, afraid to lean back or anything.

Dougie had clattered off somewhere. I could vaguely hear him but I just sat looking around. A clock on the wall ticked loudly. Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock-

"Here, I made you a cup of tea. Milky with one and a half sugars, just how you like it." Dougie had suddenly come up behind me. I jumped and screamed loudly.

"Don't do that!"

"What, make you drinks? Fine, I won't!" He grinned cheekily, giving me the cup. He sat next to me with an open bottle of beer.

"You know what I mean! don't scare me like that!" I stirred the drink anti-clockwise (to lessen heat) and tapped it three times on the side of the cup. Dougie merely burst out laughing. "What?" I snapped.

"You always do that whenever you have a cup of tea! I just never thought Jayni Parkin would be sat in my front room, doing her tea drinking ceremony!" He laughed again. I looked haughtily at him, but couldn't help smiling into my cup.

"Well, this is my kitchen." It was time for the grand tour around the flat. It was larger than where I'd been living, above my café, but it wasn't very big. The kitchen was nice though. It was white and black granite. Big fridge. (Random thought, but it's something I'd notice.)

"Help yourself to anything in here. There's not much in at the moment, because my fridge has been left to fester for two weeks." He grinned and I smiled. I opened a few cupboards at random, just to see what he did have. Lots and lots of cans of things, mainly in tomato sauce, or in pot noodle pots. And one cupboard was empty except for a pile of takeaway menus.

"We can have takeout tonight, I'll pay."

"Good, because I don't fancy baked beans and pot noodle for tea."

"What's wrong with a diet of pot noodle? It made me the man I am today!"

"Yes but while I'm staying here you'll have nothing but good, wholesome, decent food." With each word I poked him in the chest. He groaned with each poke and rubbed his chest.

"You poke too hard." He joked. I shook my head at him. "Righto, next room then?" He led me out the kitchen and through another door.

"This the bathroom." It was a very white, clean bathroom. It had lots of mirrors and a very square look to it. Several joke rubber ducks were on the corner of the bath; one was a spider-man duck.

"Very nice."

"Use it however. My things are your things, and all that. C'mon, one room left." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into the last room.

His bedroom.

It was pretty much similar to the living room actually. Well, apart from the bed. It was quite a small, red sheeted bed.

"Are you sure this bed is big enough for both of us?" I sat on it and it wobbled. Dougie sat next to me. The bed wobbled even more. "Even more importantly, will it hold my weight?"

"Weight? What weight?"

I shook the comment off and pointed to a mirrored door in the far wall. "What's that?"

"Oh, my wardrobe. C'mon look how big it is!" He bounded over and flung the door(s!) open. It was big. "Look, room for all your things! I even shut one of my band mates, Tom, in here."

I giggled and Doug beamed.

"C'mon, let's go order something.

We ended up with Chinese, but me being Jasmine Violet Day, I couldn't stay inside. It was a beautiful early autumn evening, so I made us go out and buy it personally in the shop. I had to borrow a hoodie of his and a beanie, as the London winds were rather chilly. We walked arm in arm until I spotted a small park. We went in and hand our Chinese as a picnic. It was such fun to sit out in the cold, eating noodles, Dougie using chopsticks as walrus tucks, me making two prawn crackers into a duck bill….then we'd both fall down laughing and have a kiss.

I'd been worrying for years that it wouldn't work with him, that I couldn't work a normal relationship. But so far…..accccccee.

We walked home in the orange streetlight, hand in hand. We jumped from white to white on all the zebra crossings we went, giggling like idiots.

When we got home, I was really tired (even though it was only half nine) so Dougie gave me a t-shirt, kissed me and I snuggled down in the strange new bed.

I couldn't go to sleep. The bed felt different, the pillows too squishy. And the fact that what felt like a percussion band of elephants wearing steel tap dancing shoes were marching throughout my stomach. So I lay there in the dark for what felt like forever.

Until the door opened and Dougie crept in. He shut the door as quiet as possible, obviously thinking I was fast asleep. I giggled into my pillow, watching his tip toeing around the room, opening the wardrobe door slowly so it wouldn't make a noise. Then a bundle of shoes fell right on his head. He didn't yell or swear as much as he wanted to, I'll give him that, but running round the room breathing fast and loud, clutching his head? I almost burst out laughing. Thankfully I kept myself, but I was shaking with laughter.

He didn't notice, having his back turned to me. He pulled his t-shirt and jeans off quickly (although leaving me enough time to admire his gorgeous back) and slid into bed next to me. His breath tickled the back of my neck gently as he slid his arms around my waist and inched himself closer. He gave a little sigh of pleasure and settled himself down. Feeling at last that I wasn't just a stranger in his house, I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up blearily, the right side of my chest hurting. No, right breast hurting. Dougie and I had separated in the night and he was lying diagonally, using my right breast as a pillow. Eugh. How much pain??

I sat up slowly, not wanting to wake Doug up but he was dead to the world. His head fell onto my lap and he snored. I moved his hand from between my thighs and slid from under the duvet. I shivered slightly and hurried to the front room.

My mobile lay on the coffee table. I'd turned it off as soon as I'd got into Dougie's car. I turned it on now. And sure enough, thirty missed calls. All from Stef. I quickly dialled her number. It rung twice before she picked up.

"Where the fuck have you gone? All the way to London? Are you crazy! What about the café?" She hissed down the phone.

"Shh, shh Stef! Don't worry! I've got a plan!"

"This great plan is what?"

"I'm going to sell the café!"

"EXCUSE ME? This is my home too!"

"No, no, I'm not casting you out into the cold! You're my second best friend!"

"Second best?"

"Dougie of course."

"Oh, yes of course. So this plan?"

"I'm going to sell the café and buy you an apartment here in London. I couldn't sleep last night so I was thinking about it."

"Oooo…."

"No, nothing like that you filthy minded girl!"

"Yeah well you did consummate like bunnies when you were down here."

"You just watched friends."

"Yeah. I just love it."

"Anyway, you move up here and I get you a job at my brother's restaurant. A proper chefing job, how about that?"

"You mean it?"

"Of course!"

I then had to hold the phone away from my ear, she squealed so loud.

"That's great! I can't believe he asked you to move in with him!"

"He hasn't."

"You what? You're moving to London just because you've been shagging a boy like crazy for two weeks?"

"Stef, YOU KNOW it's different from that. Besides, if I get an apartment up here for you then I can stay there can't I?"

"Yes…I suppose so."

So can you like arrange the selling of the café while your down there? I'm pretty sure I can get a flat very soon. I mean, I do have quite a bit of money, I could probably either put a deposit on a flat or rent one or something…"

"Yeah, that'd be great. Need me to bring up any clothes?"

"No, I'll deal with it. You can keep the car by the way."

"Thanks Jay. See you soon; I'll phone the estate agents this morning."

"Great. Love ya sweetheart mwah mwah!"

I shut the phone feeling very proud of myself. I mean sure, I was rushing into things. But I wouldn't be able to have a relationship with him from Cornwall; I need to be in London.

Someone suddenly pounded on the front door. It jumped on it's hinges. Dougie came running through hap hazardly. His hair was all messy and adorable. (It always is in the morning)

"Wazzgit?" He asked.

"Don't know SC, but I'm going to go through and find some towels I want a shower." I kissed him on the end of his nose and he smiled dreamily.

I walked happily to the door, my brain completely 'la-la-la-la-la'. I slowly unlocked the door.

"There you fucking are you little twat!" Danny came storming into the room, knocking me backwards into the sofa, which I promptly fell over, landing sprawling onto the cushions. Danny came storming round, sitting on the opposite one. I straightened up. He looked rather mad at me.

"Where have you been? Where have you fucking been? All we know is that you took a day off to mean some Cornish bird, then you vanish off the face of the Earth for two weeks. I reach you once, end up talking to weird Cornish girl. Weird Cornish girl is on your answering machine. Then Giovanna sees you eating in some park with a weird girl in one of your hoodies and a beanie. What the hell is happening?"

Before I could answer, Jayni came into the room. Now, I have to say she was looking particularly lovely today. She'd changed from my t-shirt into yesterday's purple kaftan, that was cut in-between the breasts and stopped just after her but. She had been wearing a tank top underneath because it was a very floaty material

I stared at her. She just smiled at me, an eyebrow raised.

"Who's this SC?" She walked over and stood behind me. I turned to Danny to introduce him and saw he was gawping at Jayni, mouth hanging open, completely pained expression on his face. I started to get angry when Jayni tapped my shoulder. I looked at her and she waggled her eyebrows at me.

I got it then.

She'd heard how mad Danny was, so she'd deliberately worn her kaftan to distract him.

My girlfriend is so clever.

"Jayni, this is my band mate Danny Jones. Danny, this is Jayni Parkin, my girlfriend."

"Oh…" Danny looked anguished. "Hi Jayni."

"Hey Danny." Jayni flicked her hair over her shoulder, then slid her hands down my front and lowered herself to behind my head. "Dougie, when's he going to go? I was wondering if we could….again. Even though I am exhausted…." She gave off a very un-Jayni-ish giggle.

"I'm sorry Jayjas, he might be a while. He's says I'm in trouble with everyone."

"Aw…..well, I'm going for a shower then. When you're finished, come join me…" She kissed me then walked back to the bathroom. Danny and I watched her. The gentle buzz of the shower broke the spell.

"So, what do you think?" I grinned at him. His face, mouth still hanging open, slowly turned to mine.

"How did you get a girl like that?"

"Luck? I dunno."

"So you've spent the last two weeks with her? Is she the weird Cornish bint?"

"Yeah, I have spent the last two weeks with her. And she's not that weird. She's bizarre yes. But not that weird…"

"I think spending two weeks in that girl's bed is a really valid excuse for pulling a disappearing act. I don't know what everyone else will think….but….du-du-du-dude!" He shook his head, grinning. "You lucky little sod! This is not fair! Is she that Jayni girl?"

"Yeah."

"You said you weren't going out with her! I thought you said I could go out with her!"

"Yeah, well….." I shrugged, still grinning.

"Management want to kill and devour you but I think an extra day to round their anger off would be completely fine with me."

"Yeah, we need to get food. And clothes for Jayni of course. She hasn't got anything with her."

"And other things." Danny winked vividly. He stood up. "I shall leave you to your woman Mr Poynter. I'll tell the lads it was pressing social matters. And the fact you couldn't get off your back." He laughed nad showed himself out.

"Jayjas, you did it! You completely distracted him!" I called through the door of the bathroom. Jayni has always been very body conscious. I have no idea why; she is beautiful. She hasn't allowed me to see her naked yet; she'd always scuttle off to the bathroom to get changed or something. Today was no exception.

"Then he was like wow, she's your girlfriend, and I'm like yeh, I wouldn't have it any other way."

The water suddenly stopped.

"Girlfriend?" She called through.

Oh crap.

Have I freaked her out?

"I er-"

"Can you come in a second?"

I gingerly stepped into the bathroom. Suddenly a hand burst through the shower curtain and grabbed my arm. She pulled me towards the shower.

"I thought you-"

"So you were being serious about the shower then."
I don't think either of us will ever look at that shower the same way again.
Girlfriend? He called me his girlfriend!

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a/n: so overly happy...brain dissolving...oh well it makes me smile ")

yeah i know its been a while but i just wanted to write about jay and doug again because they are fanfictions cutest couple

(well, i think so but i'm happy to disscuss the point)

so...next chapter the return of paul, a member of mcfly calls jayni fat (because i want body image issues for jayni just because her being a size 14 does cut her above a few other oc girls) and SB and SC go bra shopping

awh

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