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It has been a few weeks and Dougie and I are still going out. We've been official for about three weeks and still going strong. The school year ended and now I don't have a job which is really bad.

Ashley is finally off bed rest and she is slowly trying to fix her own lifestyle. And so far, I don't think she's doing so well.

"C'mon! Let's go out and celebrate my freedom!" Ashley exclaimed, eating her cereal at the kitchen island, "We can meet really cute boys and have some fun!"

I turned away from the stove to face Ashley, "Okay, first of all, we're not going to go to a party; second, I am dating someone; and third of all, you said that you were gonna change your life around." She looked at me, dead silent. I sighed and wandered over to the fridge, looking for eggs and that's when I noticed that we pretty much had no food left in the fridge.

"C'mon, let's go grocery shopping. We need to get a lot of food," I said, turning off the stove.

Ashley sighed and brought her dishes over to the sink. Ashley looked much better than she did a few weeks ago. She even put on a little bit of weight which made her look even healthier than before.

By the time we left home and arrived at the store, it was close to noon. Stupid traffic.

Once inside the little store, Ashley and I began to wander down the aisles putting various foods into our cart.

"Hey Ash, why don't cha get some snacks? They annual roof party is coming up," I said. She mumbled something that was incoherent before wandering off. Was she mad about what I said earlier? I was only trying to help.

I walked down several more aisles, putting more food in my cart, when I heard a squeal and a pair of arms wrap around me from behind and all I could hear was, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for taking me to the store today!" Then I realized it was Ashley.

"Why? What happened?" I asked as she let go of me. I leave her alone just for a few minutes and she happens to do something within those few minutes. Sometimes she can act like a child.

I turned around to face her to see that she was smiling like an idiot with two big bags of chips in her hands. She tossed them into the cart and said, "I have a date tonight with this guy; his name is Kenny O'Brien. He is so cute and with the help of my girls, I got a date," she explained.

"When you say 'my girls'… do you mean…?"

"Yupperz," she said, grabbing her chest, "They always come in handy."

I laughed, "C'mon, let's go checkout."

"Okie Dokie! And you know what? His last name sounds so familiar…"

"Well maybe because it's the name of the store," I said, putting our groceries on the counter.

"What?" she asked in disbelief.

"Was that the guy who asked you out?" I asked, watching a young man watching over the cashiers.

"Yupperz."

"He owns the place. His father gave it to him when he got too old to do anything. It was in the paper about a month ago," I said as I paid the cashier. After I received my receipt, we gathered our groceries and on our way out, I couldn't help but notice Ashley giving Kenny a flirtatious smile. When we reached my car, I put the groceries in the trunk and got in.

Once we were on the road I spoke, "Ashley, please follow the one month rule at least."

"Fine, I'll try but it might be difficult to keep my wild side at bay," she said, giving me a small smile.

"So… what about you and Dougie? You guys have been going out for a month now or is this rule just applied to me?" she asked.

"Just you."

"Well when are you two gonna have some fun?"

"I honestly don't know and I don't know how much longer he'll be here. I don't remember if he told me or not," I explained.

"Well go and have fun! You only live once!" she encouraged.

I sighed, she was right. Maybe I should talk to Dougie about it? Or maybe I should just let it take its course, if it happens, it happens.

When we got home, we put the groceries away and I just wandered to my room while Ashley did her own thing.

I ended up going online and looking up his band, McFly, on youtube. I pretty much watched all of their music videos and various interviews that left me crying because I was laughing too hard.

Eventually Ashley came into my room to tell me she was going on her date with Kenny and that she would be coming home late.

"That'll give you two enough time to have some fun."

I laughed, "Good bye Ashley!" I heard her laugh before hearing my door click shut.

I looked back at my computer screen when I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I took it out and flipped it open to see a text message from Dougie.

Hey Whats up?

NM. U?

Same. What do u want 2 do 2nite?

I read the text and thought about what Ashley said earlier. Maybe he should come over and if anything happens, happens.

Do u want 2 come over?

Sure.

Ok. I'll meet u up front.

I closed my phone and headed to my closet to put on my sneakers. Today, since it's the weekend, I am wearing my bum clothes which consist of old dark gray sweat pants and a black tee. Ashley, after years of friendship, still doesn't believe my wardrobe.

I then headed outside my building and about fifteen minutes later, Dougie arrived clad in tan baggy shorts and a bright green Hurley shirt and of course, his hair was covered in a Hurley beanie. My goodness he always looks good. I bet if he just rolled out of bed in nothing but his boxers he'd still look cute. A lot of hormonal teenagers wouldn't mind seeing that though and a small part of me wouldn't either.

"Hey Cara," he greeted, hugging me and giving me a quick kiss. Then I noticed the magazine that was rolled up in his back pocket.

"Hey, what's that?" I asked as we walked inside.

"This is a 'zine from England that the guys sent over. They said that you should probably see it," he explained. We headed up the stairs and he handed me the magazine.

"Turn to page eighty three."

I did as I was told to see pictures of me and Dougie on various dates not too long ago. Also, there were a variety of headlines like 'who's Dougie's new girl?' and 'Is this why he's in America?'. How long have people been watching us?

"Wow… okay… I kind of feel violated," I said as we entered my apartment.

"Ahh… well, it's usually not bad. Most of the stuff I see are rumors which make me laugh my arse off," Dougie said, plopping down on the couch.

"Well you're famous! I'm just a plain ordinary girl who lives in the states. I'm not used to the attention and I don't really like it," I said, sitting down next to him.

"Oh c'mon… don't get mad… get glad!" he said in a high squeaky voice and poking me in the arm like a child.

I laughed, "I'm not mad. I'm just not used to it." He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him.

For once, it was quiet and peaceful which made me enjoy his warmth much more. I didn't want anything to ruin this peaceful moment but he spoke.

"I'll be leaving soon, about a week I think. Maybe a few more days or so," he said quietly.

"Okay," I said simply. What do I say to that? It's not like he's gonna stay here with me and all that jazz. He has a life in England.

"I want you to come with me back to England," he said.

"I uhh…" I froze. What should I do? If I did go, I'd be criticized for everything that I do; was I even ready for that?

"I came to the States so I think it's only fair if you come to England," he pointed out.

"What about Ashley? I can't leave her alone. She'll burn the building down especially with her cooking. Oh and all of her boy toys! I told her that she can't have any flings. She needs a steady boyfriend before she can do anythi-" I was suddenly silenced by a quick kiss on the lips.

"You worry way too much. You're acting like you're her mum and not mates. I think she can handle life on her own," he reassured as he kissed my temple.

"So… what do you say? Will you go with me?" I looked into his gray and blue eyes. If he keeps giving me this cute look, he'll get me to do anything, well, almost anything.

"Okay, I'll go," I said, giving into his pleading eyes.

"Yes!" he exclaimed, showering me with kisses along my cheek, temple and jaw line and I couldn't help but laugh. Suddenly, he pulled away and my laughter ceased.

"Hey…"

"Hey what?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion. He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggesting manner and after a moment, I finally caught on.

"Ah… no," I said, stifling a small laugh.

"What? C'mon! No snogging? That's not fair!" he exclaimed, pretending that I had hurt his feelings.

"Well, you got me to agree to go to England so I think that's good enough for now," I said, a smile breaking through.

"Please? It'll be fun!" Dougie said in his sing-song voice.

"Nope. C'mon, let's watch a movie," I said, getting up off the sofa and wandering towards my room with Dougie trailing behind me. I put in a DVD in the disc drive of the computer and adjusted the monitor so we could watch it from my bed.

I plopped down on my bed and Dougie joined me. He leaned up against the headboard and I rested my head on his chest and my arm draped over his abdomen. I think I can stay in this position forever.

We watched our movie until about half way through and I could tell he was getting bored of it because he was starting to kiss my head and play with my hair.

"That tickles," I said quietly, a small laugh escaping my lips. I looked up at him to see him leaning forward and then his lips were on mine. His lips were warm and gentle against my own. His hands then traveled to the back of my head, deepening the kiss.

Suddenly the need for air became too much and we pulled apart. My face felt warm and flushed due to my extreme blushing problem.

He smiled and kissed me again but this time it felt needy and passionate. His kisses were so irresistible that I couldn't pull away. Instead, I gave in and both Dougie and Ashley got what they wanted.

When I woke up the following morning, everything that we did, every moment, was still fresh in my mind. I enjoyed every minute of it even though I felt butterflies in the pit of my stomach almost the whole time.

I then felt Dougie shift beside me and his arm snake around my abdomen. Then his warm lips leave a trail of kisses down my naked shoulder.

"Wakey wakey," he said in between kisses.

I laughed quietly, "I'm already awake. And I should probably get up. I never put up my ribbon so Ashley will most likely waltz on in here and see us in nothing but my bed sheets."

He laughed, "That'd be funny." Dougie turned to lie on his back and I then shifted to my other side so I could see him.

"No it wouldn't. I'd be embarrassed beyond belief and she'll harass me about it too," I said giving him a quick kiss, "C'mon Doug, let's get up."

I shifted and got out of bed to head over to my closet. I could feel Dougie's gaze but I tried to ignore it but I couldn't. I regret not taking a sheet with me. I was starting to feel nervous and as a result my cheeks immediately began to blush.

I quickly put on my clothes and when I finished I heard Dougie groan loudly.

"What?" I asked, turning around to face him.

"The show is over," he groaned loudly once again, finally getting out of bed and putting on his boxers.

"Well, I'm gonna go start breakfast. I'll meet you in the kitchen," I said, ignoring his little comment, and wandered off to the kitchen. I walked past Ashley's room to see that she was actually alone. This surprised me slightly but maybe she's actually going to try and fix her old habits.

I went into the kitchen and got out some eggs, butter and bread to make some French toast.

When I finished cooking the French toast about ten minutes later, Dougie waltzed into the kitchen exclaiming, "Good morning!" and giving me a cheeky smile.

"Shh! You're gonna wake up Ashley," I said, giving him a small smile.

"Well too late, I'm already up," a familiar voice yawned at the kitchen door.

"Sorry Ash."

"It's okay and besides I'm too proud of my girlie to stay mad," Ashley said, sitting down at the island and running a hand through her messy hair, "You finally got some lovin' but next time put the ribbon on your knob."

My cheeks immediately flushed to a bright red. This is so not the time to have a conversation like this.

"C'mon Ash, let's just eat," I begged as I sat down with Dougie following my lead.

"Nah, it's okay, girlie. I'm still stuffed from last night. Boy can that man cook…" she continued to ramble as she left the kitchen to her rom. Wow… it amuses me even after all these years that she can ramble about nothing in particular for hours even when no one is really listening.

"Well that was amusing," Dougie commented, taking a bite full of his toast.

"Oh yeah and embarrassing." Just then I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I took it out and flipped it open to see it was a phone call from my mother.

"It's my mother," I sighed, clicking the button and saying, "Hey mom."

"Hi sweetheart, how are you?" her voice was always soft and calm. She never yelled and her voice always soothed me when I was troubled. She's such a great mom.

"I'm good mom but I do have something to tell you," I replied, looking over at Dougie to see that he was watching me.

"Okay honey and I have to tell you something too," she said. I heard a hint of sadness in her voice and I immediately felt the urge to hug and comfort her.

"Well, you can go first. I bet your news is much better than mine," she said. Now I was really starting to get worried.

"Okay, well, I met someone," I started somewhat nervously.

"Aww… what's his name?"

"Dougie Poynter and I have to tell you something else too." And then I told her about how I met Dougie and how he came here all the way from England as well as the fact that he's famous in England.

"Oh my," she sighed. That was one of her infamous replies to things when she doesn't know what to say. It's basically the same as LOL; you use it when you have nothing else to say or you don't know what to say.

"And… he wants me to go to England with him for a little while," I added.

"Well… okay sweetheart but just stay safe," she said, acting like a protective mother.

"I will and what were you going to tell me?" I was starting to feel nervous and my heart rate sped up.

"Your grandfather Pamphilos died."


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