This is short I know, I'm sorry.
Don't own McFly, but if I did, life would be great.
Danny
"Bolton will always be better, mate! West Brom's shit!" I stressed to Adam.
"Yet again, we're higher in the league!" Adam rolled his eyes.
"Not as high as Arsenal though!" Harry appeared out of nowhere.
"Oh, fuck off!" Adam and I snapped.
"Hey, do any of you know what the fuck's up with Tom and Doug? They're being all secret-y and weird." Harry asked.
"Yeah, I noticed that. You think it's about their dads?" Adam asked. Harry and I nodded slightly, it was a possibility, but I knew it wasn't that. It really bothered me that Dougie didn't tell me, I mean, we were best friends and told each other everything, but he was obviously keeping something from me, and it must be something big because he seemed to become quieter, and more reserved by the day.
"They'll be fine. Fighters, they are." Adam shrugged.
"Yeah, yeah you're right." Harry nodded. I wasn't convinced, but didn't say anything. Harry bit his lip for a while before opening his mouth again, "Ok... don't tell Dougie, but guess who Jess has hired!" he's a bit of a gossip, ain't he?
"Who?" I asked.
"Shawna. As in, his ex, Shawna." Harry smirked.
"No!" I gaped at him.
"Yeah! Saw her today. Fit as fuck, mate!" I remembered back to when I briefly saw Shawna when I went to get Dougie from Crackstreet before. She was easy on the eye, even pregnant. Then I sobered up.
"Don't even think about it Judd!"
"Think about what?" Harry asked innocently.
"Don't try and fuck her! She's Dougie's ex mate! An ex that he's still obviously not over!" I told him sternly.
"I wouldn't do that to Doug! Sure I wanted to get into her pants at first, but then I realised who she was." Harry shrugged.
I rolled my eyes. I knew he was still going to go for her.
Dougie
Tom led me to the kitchen and sat me down by the table. I avoided looking at his face. I knew he wanted to see if I'd been cutting, and I had nothing to hide because I hadn't, but the fact that he knew... it terrified me, because he knew my weakness. And I knew he wanted to find out why I did it.
"Uh... Doug... how are you feeling? And no bullshit!" Tom asked, sitting next to me.
"Better." I shrugged, looking down at the table.
"That's good. Better's good." Tom said, then paused, "Do you mind if I..?"
I sighed and held out my arms to him, finally looking at him, "I ain't got nothing to hide."
He pulled back my sleeves, and there were no new marks on my wrists, just old scars, and my right hand was healing as well.
"I'm glad." Tom said, letting me go.
We sat in silence for a while, none of us sure what to say, before I decided to break the silence.
"Tom... I want to tell you... I really do... but you wouldn't understand. This is something I have to deal with on my own." I told him honestly.
"I know, Doug. But I just want you to know that I'll be here if you change your mind." Tom said sincerely.
After I got home that night, I went straight to bed. I knew I had to just go for it, now that I had seen Shawna around. Seeing her the week before have me a reality check. I regretted not going up to her and talk to her, but I was too much of a coward to approach her. I'm too much of a coward to do anything.
That was it. I was going to go to Crackstreet the next week and end all this. I was going to man up, and do my duty, and get the fucking thing over and done with, forever. End the stress, end the worry, end the constant anxiety that possessed me.
It'll be done.
The big question: do you think he'll do it?
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