The rest of the ride in Dougie's car was silent. Well, not really. We had arguments first but decided to shut up. Or so Jazzie wanted us to shut up. I leaned through the cold glass window and looked out the streets.
"Our we there yet?" I asked absent-mindedly.
"Not yet." Jazzie sighed.
"Oh… are we there yet?" I asked again. "My butt's starting to hurt."
Dougie laughed, "Oh, so you have a butt." He looked at me from the rear view mirror.
"Eyes, on the road." I shot back through gritted teeth. I was starting to get pissed. "No wonder you just got your license."
"What's that suppose to mean?" he asked and focused on the road ahead.
"It means that you--"
"AJ…" Jazzie warned, not even looking at me. "We haven't even got to the party and you two are clashing. What's wrong with you two?" she asked.
"She hit me in the head!" Dougie started, his attention again was again at the mirror. Here we go again.
"Road! You're brother's an ass." I shot back, leaning forward so I could see Jazzie.
"You're roommate's a freak." He replied, emphasizing the word freak on my ear.
"Ew!" I shook his head off with my shoulder. I leaned back to my seat, defeated. I was thinking, that was the closest Dougie has ever been to me. I felt his warm breath against my skin. And that felt… weird… in a nice way though. What?! Ew. Stop it! Eeek. That pervert ain't making me into a softy. Is he?
"We're here." Dougie said as he parked the car in front of a huge house. We followed him out and Jazzie linked her arms with mine.
"We're gonna have fun tonight." She practically squealed. Plus the blaring, thumping music coming from the house hurt my ear.
"Ladies." Dougie said opening the door for us. Being a gentle dog, aren't we? I looked at him with disgust and he made a face.
My jaw dropped open when I saw the place. Disco lights filled the huge room. And when I say huge, I mean larger that our house huge. There was a bar at the corner, and food on the other side. Lounges were set up at some parts where people could chill out. There was a small stage too. This doesn't look like a house at all. It actually looked like a place where Lindsay Lohan would fit in. This Harry guy's so cool to throw a party like this.
"Dougie!" Someone called out as we made our way through the dancing crowd and to the bar.
"Hey Dan. Have you seen Harry?" Dougie was talking to a guy a bit older than him. He had brown curly hair, deep blue eyes and an attractive smile. But not as attractive as Dougie's. Did I just say that? Ew!
"Danny!" Jazzie let out again yet another squeal and hugged 'Danny'.
"Hey Jaz. How are ya?" and he hugged her back. He's got this accent. It was…strange.
"I'm good. Oh, by the way, this is my roommate, AJ." Jazzie let go of him and introduced us. "AJ, Danny Jones."
"Hi." Danny said.
"Sup?" I nodded and could hear Dougie smirk behind my back. Jerk. But before I could say anything to him, someone called out to them.
"Hey mates." I turned around and saw this tall, tall guy with dark brown hair. Must be Harry.
"Happy birthday, mate." Danny and Dougie said in unison. And each hugged their…'mate'. It's so disturbing hearing this. But I think I'll get used to it.
"Jazzie! You made it!" the guy said and hugged her.
"I couldn't miss the party of the year." She replied. "Plus, I have nothing to do."
"Thanks for coming." He said and turned his attention to me. "And who might this lovely lady be?" and trust me, he said it beautifully that I went red. Yet again, I heard another snort from Dougie, "Lovely." I heard him snicker and Danny smacked him in the arm. Remind me later to thank him.
"I'm AJ." I manage to say and waved at him.
"I'm Harry." He said. I know. Booya! I was right!
"Oh, Happy birthday by the way."
"Thank you." He nodded with a smile. "You guys enjoy the party, alright?"
"We will." Jazzie answered for me.
Harry and Danny flashed another smile and walked off with Dougie trailing behind them and made a face one more time. What a loser.
Jaz and I sat at the bar and ordered.
"I'll have margarita, please," she said and the bar tender looked at me and waited for me to give my order.
"I'll just have water." I smiled reluctantly. "Thanks." What? I never drink. Well at least my mom doesn't want me drinking. I grew up living with that rule.
"You sure you don't want something…" Jazzie said trying to find the right word.
"Intoxicating?" I finished. "No thanks."
"Your choice. So have you found someone hot around here?" she said looking around, spotting cute guys…which is everywhere.
I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my water the bar tender just handed us. "I'm not interested, Jaz."
She looked at me surprised and also took a sip of her margarita, "Why?"
"I'm just… not up to it right now." I told her.
"Unsuccessful?"
I nodded, "You can say that. I really don't wanna think about it right now."
"You're right, enjoy the night. Toys are better than bo-- oooh, hot guy, 6 o'clock." I turned around and looked at the guy she was referring to. Nice. "Catch up with you later." And Jazzie walked off to talk to the guy.
"Go get him." I encouraged and she gave me a thumbs- up. Great. Not only do I have water in my hands, but I'm also left alone. How miserable can I get?
I wandered around the house and found an empty spot by the lounges. "Hi." I heard someone say. I turned around and came face to face with a guy with bleached blond hair and brown eyebrows. Have you seen anyone that mismatched his hair and brows?
"Hey." I replied as he sat down beside me.
"I'm Tom." He held out a hand for me to shake.
"AJ." I replied and shook his extended hand.
"So you know Harry?"
"Actually, no. My friend brought me with her. She and her brother knows Harry."
"Ooh. I--"
"Tom, Vana wants to see you." He was cut off by yet another familiar voice…a voice that belonged to Dougie Poynter.
"Speaking of the devil." I whispered, loud enough for both of them to hear.
"You know each other?" Tom asked as Dougie sat beside me. I had to inch away from him a bit.
"Unfortunately." I rolled my eyes and Tom chuckled.
"Well, good luck Doug. Nice meeting you AJ." And he was gone.
"Good times just keep on coming don't they?" I sarcastically commented.
"You drink water? Well that's sad." He held my drink and took a sip of it. "Yup, definitely water."
"Wow, thanks for the info." I said and grabbed my drink away from him and set it on the table. But keep in mind; I'm no longer drinking that... or touching it either. Ew.
"Why are you alone?" he asked. Wow, that's a normal question.
"Jazzie left me with some guy she met." I sighed.
"Bummer."
"Tell me about it. Now, I'm stuck here with you."
"You can always tell me to leave." He said with a knowing expression in his face. Uh-oh. Now why didn't I think of that? Damn it. I was caught off guard at his comment.
"What's the use? You won't leave anyway." I replied and he smirked.
"Wrong answer." He said and swung his arm around my shoulders. "You should've said that you wanna be with me."
"That's bull Dougie." I replied.
"Then why won't you let me get off you?" He whispered in my ear. God! Just stop seducing me or whatever Dougie! What did he say again? Gaah!
"Get off me!" I shrieked and yanked his arm away.
"Gotcha, didn't I?" he laughed triumphantly and gulped his beer.
"Should you be not drinking?" I asked.
"There's no reason why I shouldn't. It's a party."
"You're driving us home later." I said knowingly.
"Relax mum, it's my first and last bottle."
"Ha.Ha." Yup, It's gonna be a long night.
Hours passed by and Dougie and I are still bickering… about anything. Actually, it's kinda fun.
"Whatever. Blink 182 isn't that good." I say. (A/N: I disagree. Heehee.)
"What? Blink is the coolest band ever!" Dougie argued.
"No, they're not. What do you know about music anyway?"
He laughed, "You have no idea."
Well, that's Chapter 4 folks. Read and Review! Thanks!