3: Showbiz Stance
"Why can't we go out?" Dee frowned. "I've been stuck here for ages like!" she complained.
"We can't go anywhere. Or rather, you can't. What if someone sees you?" Noel stared out the window, looking for someone or something.
"WHAT? THAT. DOESN'T. MAKE. SENSE!" she shouted, throwing a plush lion at his head.
Noel turned, and without blinking, caught the lion by it's tail.
"Throw that at me again, and I'll toss it onto the rooftops." he smiled, chucking it back.
"Come on baby, not even for a few minutes?" she brought out the puppy dog eyes.
"I... oh... damnit... fine. For five minutes. But we can't be seen together." he warned.
"Oh yeah, God forbid that Noel Fielding be seen with a pregnant girl!" she laughed sarcastically.
"Alright, alright, watch it." he grimaced and left the flat, with Dee hot on his heels. He looked at her and admitted that, for a pregnant woman, she still looked gorgeous. He supposed that was just love at it's finest, when a car pulled up in front of the door. It was... pink. Neon pink and purple, with a customised license plate that read "PF1974".
"Oi, Fieldy!" a voice came from the windows, with the car blacked out on the interior. Noel approached the window, when the man inside suddenly leapt out of the window and tackled Noel to the ground. He yelped out of instinct while Dee kept hitting the assailant with her bag.
"HEY, IT'S ME!" the attacker cried out.
"... Paul?" Dee gasped.
"The one and only." Paul Foot smiled. "Now let's go hump some poles."