Chapter Three

"So…" I said looking in the refrigerator, "What do you want for dinner?" I asked Dougie.

"Actually, I'm not all that hungry. I'm still full from lunch." He said sitting down at the island.

"Me either. I guess when we do get hungry, we can just order out or I can cook a frozen pizza or something." I said sitting by him.

"You know Kat; you're actually not that bad for a teenager." He said patting me on the back.

"I'm almost 18 Doug. And I'm graduating in three months, I'm a young adult." I laughed.

"Oh, what the hell ever." He said laughing.

"And prom is in two months and I don't have a date." I said pouring some salt onto the counter then playing with it with my index finger.

"I'll be your date." He said seriously.

"You'll be in London by then and you're too old." I said still messing with the salt.

"I'm not that much older than you pal. I'm only twenty-one."

"True that. Promise?" I asked looking at him.

"I, Dougie Lee Poynter, Promise to be your prom date." He said sticking out his hand.

I shook his hand, laughed, and then hugged him. This guy was really starting to grow on me. I can't believe I'm actually admitting it to myself, but I'm starting to find him attractive again. Not in a fan girl way like I used to, but in a high school crush way.

"Well, since neither one of us is hungry, I believe that we should go watch more television!" Dougie said pointing his finger in the air.

I laughed, "Sure."

Sitting down on the couch, I began to flip channels to find something decent to watch. I came to my favorite channel FUSE, and Steven's Untitled Rock Show aka SURS was on. When the show went off at nine, I headed to the kitchen to find something to snack on. I was followed by Dougie soon after.

"What happened to us not being hungry?" I laughed.

"No clue, but I'm really in the mood for some popcorn and a scary movie." He said grabbing a pack of popcorn and sticking it in the microwave.

"I'm game. So what movie shall we watch then?" I asked pouring two glasses of milk.

"Leprechaun 3?" he asked taking the bag of freshly popped popcorn out of the microwave.

"Hell no, I hate those movies. They still give me nightmares." I said shuttering.

"Okay then, Miss scared of everything, you pick a movie."

"Black Christmas?"

"Never seen it, so sure."

I snuck into Connors room to get the movie. I tip-toed to his closet and slowly opened the door. I grabbed the movie off the third shelf and shut the door. I quickly ran back to the door and shut it behind me. When I reached the living room again, I placed the DVD in the player. I grabbed the remote off the top of the TV and sat down next to Dougie on the couch.

Halfway through the movie I was so close to Dougie, I was practically sitting on him. The whole thing with the guy eating the eyeballs of the people he killed totally freaked me out and I was completely horrified. He didn't tell me to move, so either he was enjoying the fact that I was practically on him or he felt bad for me.

"You know," Dougie started when I got up to cut the movie off.

"What? That I was practically sitting on you because I was scared shitless?" I asked laughing.

"Well, yes. But that's not what I was referring to."

"Then what?"

"That dude was totally fucked up in the head, and I feel sort of bad for him. I mean seriously, his mom doing that to him, and then having a kid?! Intense." He said leaning his head on the back of the couch.

"I agree. But the whole ripping eyes out of socket and then eating them. I could have done without that one." I said shuttering.

"Oh, me too!" We laughed for a few seconds, and then it died suddenly.

A Month Later

"Dougie, I think we should go to the park. I'm in the mood to swing. And it's Friday night, it's not like I have school tomorrow." I said grabbing my hoodie off the coat rack and zipping it.

Since Dougie's been here so long, we've been hanging out a lot. We do pretty much everything together, except every now and then him and Connor will go out to the bar and try to pick up ladies.

"Sure, why not. Swinging sounds exciting right about now." He laughed.

-Dougie's POV-

I grabbed my jacket and followed Kat out the door. We walked a few blocks before we reached the local park. She took off running toward the swings and super manned into one. I stopped, laughed, and moved toward the swings. I sat down in the swing next to her.

"Dude, you seriously need to chill-ax." She said sitting in the swing normally.

"I am chill-axed; I just can't chill-ax around you." I said looking at the ground.

I could tell, out of my peripheral vision, that she had stopped swinging. I swallowed and took a deep breath.

"What is that suppose to mean?" she asked standing up in front of me.

"That means, when I'm around you, I get nervous and I can't think straight. That means that I feel as if I could tell you anything and you won't judge me. That means that when I'm with you, I feel like you look and treat me as Dougie, Not that bassist from McFLY."

I could tell by the look on her face she was shocked. I stood up and walked over to a bench and sat down. I placed my head in my hands and began to think. "Did I really just tell one of my best friend's sister that I actually like her?" She sat down beside me and placed her hand on my back.

"Dougie?"

"Yeah?" I asked sitting up and leaning against the back of the bench, looking at her.

"I like you too." She said smiling.

I smiled for a moment and just took in her beauty. She looks so cute with her hair up, her worn out black converse, her dark blue skinny jeans, and her red DC hoodie. I moved in slowly for a kiss. She placed her hand on my cheek and we kissed for a moment, before she pulled away and smiled.

"Let's go, it's getting cold." She said grabbing my hand and we walked back to the house.

I kissed her goodnight before heading into my room when we got home. I was glad that after a month here, I finally told Kat how I felt. I just feel bad about what is going to happen tomorrow, because I know it will break her heart.