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John Paul had a really good day. After his yesterday photo session, Craig had let him slept in his own bed and even covered him with a coverlet and hugged to his body. John Paul for a long time didn't sleep so well like then, feeling Craig's warm body on the back, and his arm throwing through his fur body. He felt safe and loving in his arms and he didn't want to replace this feeling for anything more.

When they finally woke up, Craig gave him a chocolate flakes which John Paul loved for the first time he tasted them. Today he could eat in peace, cause Frankie was outside from the early morning, busy with something. John Paul didn't know with what and didn't want to know it either. It wasn't hard to notice that they didn't love each other, or even like. Between them were still continuing struggle with didn't too much chance for end it.

Craig from time to time mumbled something to him, but John Paul didn't listen him properly. It wasn't because he ignore him, no. Problem was that he didn't has too much willingness to listening how hot and talented is Sarah Barnes. If you wanted to disgusted me a breakfast, you reach it. Fortunately this tortures didn't endure too long thankfully to Darren who appeared in living room with cheeky smile and ready riposte about Craig's amazing girlfriend. Sometimes he loved this guy so much. He was like his soul mate.

'I don't care what you think about her Darren.' Craig barked at him out raged above the boil. Darren covered his mouth theatrically, pretending that he was fainting. Craig rolled his eyes at this and returned to his breakfast. Sometimes Darren was such a twat for him.

'You wounded me so much, little brother.' Darren said dramatically and settled down on the free chair.

'Don't call me little brother.'

'But you're...little.'

'Darren!' Craig yelled furious almost spited out flakes from his mouth. Did someone hit in a raw nerve?

'Breath! You're becoming purple on the face.' Darren said cheekily and squeezing Craig's cheeks with hands as he suddenly tilted toward his direction. 'Awww, you're so lovely as a baby.' Craig spanked him on the hands and pulled back with a chair before the older man could touch him again. If John Paul wasn't be a dog, he'll rolling on the ground with laughter now.

'If you do this again, I fucking kill you!' He massaged his reddened, swollen cheeks and send his brother murderous look.

'Shame I'm not afraid of you.' Darren said and raised up from the seat. He approached the hanger and picked up his black hoodie. Craig looked at him and wrinkled his eyebrows.

'Where are you going so early?' He asked him and checked his wristwatch. He couldn't believe that his stepbrother is going out even if there wasn't nine yet. It was huge surprise.

'I'm arrange with somebody.' Darren replied reluctantly with eyes focused at his hoodie, the same catching his stepbrother's attention.

'You mean date?' He lifted his eyebrows, surprised that Darren is going for a date so early...surprised that he at all going for a date. Where she found so naive and blind bird?

'No, I mean arrange.' Darren replied irate and rolled his eyes as he wore the hoodie.

'With who?' Craig asked nosily, wanting to know what's going on there. Can you stop investigation him? It's not your business.

'With a new Dj. I want to show him a new neighbourhood. He doesn't know anybody here.'

'He's staying at Ashworth's if I good heard what Jack said yesterday. Why they can't show him a neighbourhood?' God, you're sometimes so stupid. Maybe he likes him?

'Cause I want!' Darren yelled out raged, losing his patience. 'Why you have to be so noisy? It's my business with whom and where I'm meeting.'

'So it's a girl then.' Craig said with a wide grin, proud of himself. 'Strange you didn't want to talk about her yesterday, when Steph was asking you.'

'It's not a girl!' Darren shouted and ran his hands over his face. 'He's a decent guy so I thought why don't meet with him again and have some fun? We can seeing each other after work too. It's not a crime!'

'It's not...But it's hard to believe that you're try to make friends. Don't get me wrong. I think it's a good thing. Really.' He assured him as he noticed his unsure look.

'Thanks.' Darren shrugged and walked toward the front door.

'So when he's starting his job?'

'Tomorrow I guess. I talk with him about it today, when we'll meet.'

'Good, cause if you're saying he's a decent guy I want to meet him too...I guess his better than previous dj?'

'Not quite.' Darren replied evasively and before Craig could ask what he had in mind, he walked out.

'What the hell that means?' Craig looked at Chelsea questioningly, but dog in response only waggled his tail without interest and walked toward front door. I need to go out, Craig. He walked around nervously, giving him a sign which Craig downplayed. 'Not now, Chelsea. I'm eating breakfast.' What a fucking twat! I need to piss, Craig!

'No! Wait twenty minutes!' Craig barked at Chelsea. 'I'm still only in boxer.' Twenty minutes?! You're kidding me right? I explode for two minutes!

'You're talking with a dog?' Jack head popped from his bedroom, his eyes focused at the dog who still nervously walking around in front of the door. 'Take him for a walk, son.'

'Not now. He can wait few minutes.'

'He doesn't look too good.' Oh, really? And how you two will feel if Frankie lock up the bathroom?! 'Go with him, Craig. Before he do something stupid.' Jack warned him and returned to the bedroom.

'He won't. I know him very good.' Craig mumbled irate and walked toward kitchen area with empty bowl. Fuck it! Chelsea quickly ran to Craig's bedroom and looked around trying to localized some ideal place. If you want a war, you get it, John Paul thought as he noticed clean white shirt hanging lonely on the chair. Without any qualms he approached it and raised up his right rear leg above the chair. Now I can wait how long you want, Craig.

* * *

When Frankie Osbourne came back to home she was surprised to see Craig sitting alone in his room with laptop on the laps, instead of meeting with his mates or Sarah. He even didn't raise up his head when she came in, ignoring her completely. It hurt her, but she didn't let herself show how much. She just looked around trying to localize where Chelsea was lying this time, but there wasn't any sign of his presence in the room. That was really strange.

'Where's Chelsea?' She asked surprised trying to caught her son attention, but he again didn't look at her, only raised his hand from the keyboard and pointed at the window behind his back. Frankie approached the window and looked through it. Her eyes caught Chelsea lying politely on the grass, waggling his very long tail as Tom was cuddling to him and kissing him on the muffle. Steph was standing above them with hands on the hips and shaking her head as she saw what they were doing. But instead of stopped this dangerous play, as Frankie called it, she joined them and hugged to the dog next to the Tom. They had a really great fun and that put a smile on Frankie's face. She was very pleasant seeing Steph spending her free time with Tom. Frankie knew how important it was for her, knowing how she and Max wanted to create a family. 'You're not with him and your sister outside?' She asked him, turning toward him.

'Like you see I'm not.' Craig replied drily.

'Why? For last few days you were still saying how much you love this dog. Something change about it?' She asked him curious.

'Nothing change I'm just busy now.' Craig rolled his eyes irate. 'Besides it's Steph time to take care about Chelsea.' He added as he glanced at his wristwatch.

'Her time?'

'We set graphics, cause otherwise we'll still argue about who can spend time with Chelsea in the same moment. So now Steph has a dog for next two hours, then Chelsea will be mine to the tomorrow breakfast.' Frankie looked at him with amused.

'Why only to the breakfast?'

'Cause Darren want to spend some time with Chelsea too, since he started jogging.' Craig mumbled and rolled his eyes. 'Or should I say if he start jogging, cause knowing Darren with his bizzare ideas, he will too lazy for it.'

'It's strange that he fall in such idea. He never didn't train too much.'

'I guess it has something to do with a new dj. Hannah said he's jogging every morning and since he started meeting with Darren I guess Darren only want to do this to have common theme with him. Knowing Darren's talk the guy slept after two minutes, so maybe he wants to do with it something.'

'Don't be so nasty for Darren. He's not a bad boy, only...confused.' Frankie said and put her mug on the night cabinet. 'Can I sit here with you?'

'If you have to.' Craig shrugged.

'What catch your attention so much?' She asked and smiled to him even if because of her son behaviour she felt as a gatecrasher.

'Ads, mum. Ads.' He replied coldly for the first time since she came, looking at her. She looked away couldn't stand his full of sorrow and anger look. 'We'll hang them with Darren tonight. You're happy now?'

'I just think there is no place for a dog Craig. You know that.' Frankie tried to defend herself.

'Everybody loves this dog, mum. And want him to stay here. Are you really so blind that you didn't notice it?'

'We'll find for him a good family. I'm pretty sure they'll love him so much as we.'

'If we love him so much, why we're kicking him out, mum?' He looked at her briefly before he turned back to the laptop. 'Better if you go, mum. I really want to finish it today.'

'Okay.' She said quietly, feeling tears in eyes. She stretched out her hand toward the mug when she noticed a file of photos lying next to it. From the first card was looking at her furry retriever with an amazing blue eyes, shining gently in dimed light. She again looked through the window at Steph and Tom running with a dog, and Newt who appeared from nowhere and looks like he enjoyed this play too. Steph grabbed his hand and pulled him toward them with a gently smile, moment later whispering something to his ear. The youngest of the family laughed and hugged to the sister. They looked so beautiful now, it touched Frankie heart. Before she thought twice, she stealthily flipped her mug and poured all coffee at the cards.

'Oh, my God! I'm so sorry Craig!' She yelled and quickly started wiping the cards with handkerchief. Craig quickly raised up and growled with frustration as he noticed what his mum did.

'The all photographes are destroyed, mum!' He yelled angrily. 'And I don't have anymore!'

'You didn't save them on the laptop?' She asked him with innocent look and took the mug back as her son fighting with a black liquid.

'No, I didn't. The worst part is, I gave back the digital camera. There's no chance I'll do these ads today!'

'So you do this tomorrow...You want some coffee, son?' Craig gnashed his teeth. He didn't answer just took the photos and all of them threw to the bin. His all work went for nothing. Frankie walked out from his bedroom before her son could scream at her again, and noticed her gently smile playing on her lips.

* * *

'Mum!' John Paul quickly evacuated himself behind the couch as he heard Craig's loudly scream from the bedroom. He has to find my little present for him, I guess.

'She's not here!' Darren yelled back to him from the couch as he watching on the TV some random film. 'Something happened?!'

'My shirt is all wet!' Darren rolled his eyes. That's really sad. I'm speechless.

'Oh, poor you.' He mocked him. 'You can take another one, you know? Or maybe you have only one shirt?'

'Fuck off!' You're like your mother; no sense of humour.

'It wasn't nice, little brother.' Darren said in offended tone, although on his lips playing small smile.

'Fuck off again!' Craig yelled annoyed. Darren mumbled something under the breath and moved nervously on the couch as he heard familiar sound from his pocket. 'Jesus! It smells like urine!'

'Surely not mine!' Darren yelled amused and removed his mobile phone from the pocket. He smiled as he noticed one message on the screen. 'Maybe you pissed off Frankie more than you thought? Or maybe it was Sarah? I heard she's very jealous about Chelsea so maybe she wanted to mark her territory.' I almost see her doing this.

'Ha, very funny.' Craig snapped angrily as he appeared in the living room with his wet shirt in hand. 'I know it was you, Chelsea!' He barked at John Paul who quickly ran away from his owner. 'I fucking kill this dog today.'

'Everybody are lucky today little brother, that you want to kill them.' Darren mocked and hid his mobile phone before younger man could caught it.

'Some hot chick or maybe your lovely mate?' You're nosily again, Craig.

'Not your business.' Darren replied sharply, looking away as his stepbrother was observing him carefully. His stare almost burning his face.

'Since when you're so mysterious?' Craig asked interested, slowly approaching his stepbrother. 'Are you hiding something?'

'Hiding? Please, with you, Steph and Frankie in this home nothing is safe.' Darren snapped with a snort. 'You know everything.' Craig observed him for a long time before smiled slightly.

'You're hiding something. I feel it.'

'So you feel wrong.' Darren snapped irate, wanting to end this conversation. 'Sarah is coming to you tonight?' Oh, no.

'Yea, that's why you're going out.' Darren raised up his head and looked shocked at Craig.

'What? Where I go then?'

'Arrange another meeting with a dj. I guess it was him, wasn't he?' Craig nodded at Darren's pocket where was his mobile phone. 'I have occasion to be with Sarah alone in home.'

'How's that possible? Frankie killed Newt cause he didn't make a bed today?' Darren asked sarcastically.

'Steph taking him to the Max.' Craig rolled his eyes. 'And mum and dad are working tonight so they won't back till midnight...So it looks like I'll have an interesting night.' Craig said with a grin which widened when his mobile phone rang. He quickly ran out from the living room, but Darren and John Paul were sure it was Sarah. It's a nightmare. Do I really need to look at her again?

'Get out from the flat Darren, Sarah will be there in a minute.' Craig announced as he returned, clapping on his hands. The older man reluctantly raised up from the couch and send his stepbrother hurting look.

'And what I suppose to do for all night?'

'I told you. Meet with a dj.' Craig replied irate, trying to get him rid off the flat.

'He's busy tonight.' Darren mumbled.

'With what?! He's not working, yet.'

'He has some plans. People make plans, you know?' Darren said sarcastically.

'So change his plans. You're good in this.' Craig shrugged and pushed his stepbrother toward front door. 'Or find some hot chick, I don't care what you'll do. Just go!'

'Take it easy! I just take my jacket.' Darren barked at him and took black leather jacket from the hanger. Before Craig could push him again, he disappeared from the flat.

'Okay, we have two minutes Chelsea.' Craig turned to the dog which without enthusiasm waggled his tail. 'Don't jump on the couch. And don't stay here! Better will be if you go to the kitchen. Yes that will be great!' Just fucking great. You're her servant now, I'm afraid to think what may happen later. John Paul laid down on the floor, didn't listen this time his owner. He wanted to face his enemies, not give his Craig without fight.

* * *

John Paul realized that he had crossed the line more than few times since Sarah has arrived in the flat, but he really didn't care about it. He hated that cow and nothing could stop him to showed her where her place is. He was growling at her for all dinner and didn't have nothing against to continued it as Craig and Sarah took a places on the couch, dangerously too much closer to themselves. John Paul shuffled on his place under the coffee-table, he still didn't know how he fit there, as he noticed her hand on Craig's knee. Craig smirked to her and leaned for a kiss which he got with big enthusiasm from her side. John Paul felt as blood boiled on his veins, he barked so loudly that Craig jumped on his seat and accidentally bite this slut on the low lip. She fizzled with pain and covered mouth with a hand when Craig send murderous look is dog. Maybe that teach you where you should keep your hands and lips, cow!

'Chelsea, calm down!' He shouted at Chelsea but dog didn't listen him anymore.

'Leave him Craig and come here.' Sarah said seductively and grabbed Craig's shirt, pulling him closer to herself. Their lips again met in passionate kiss, when her hands started toying with Craig's bell. It was enough for John Paul. Before he thought twice, he jumped toward them and his teeth sink in her hand. She yelled with pain and pulled her hand back almost hitting John Paul on the muffle. He quickly jumped down and ran away as he noticed how angry was Craig now. This time he crossed the line too much.

'He's dangerous Craig!' Sarah yelled and sobbing loudly she ran toward the bathroom, when in the same time Craig caught the Chelsea for a scruff and pulled him toward himself. John Paul squeaked, especially when he felt two strong slaps.

'I don't know what comes into you tonight, Chelsea. But I don't tolerate such behaviour in my house!' He yelled and started pulling John Paul toward the front door. 'Go out, Chelsea!' No! I want to stay, Craig! But Craig didn't listen his squeaks, only opened widely the door and pushed the dog from the flat, didn't worry if he hurt him or not. John Paul quickly ran down, before he slipped and fall from the last three steps. Shit! My leg! He hardly stood up and limping he passed by counter, didn't stop as Frankie noticed him and starting calling him. He wanted to cry now, but no tears coming to his eyes. He ran away from the pub, didn't want to see him again. How he could do this to me?! Bastard! He ran and ran, until the pain in his leg was unbearable. He laid down on the pavement and started shaking as a cold winter enveloped his body. Moment later first raindrops landed on his nose. Just fantastic.

He didn't know how long he was lying there and soaking, when he heard someone's quick steps. John Paul bristled his hair on the back when the steps became quiet and some young man appeared from the darkness. John Paul growled unfriendly not sure about his intentions. What if it is one of Sonny's gang? The man slowly approached him with hand stretching toward him, John Paul showed him his teeth, terrified.

'Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you, buddy.' The man said softly to him, kneeling down in front of him. John Paul hid his teeth and looked with curious at tall, dark haired man with shining hazel eyes. He gently touched a dog and stroked his wet head. 'What are you doing here, alone?' I'm asking myself about the same. John Paul waggled his tail reluctantly and licked man's hand. The man smiled softly to him and stood up. 'Come one, buddy. I'll take you home.' Why not? Who knows when this asshole start looking for me. He joined the man and slowly walked with him into darkness with hope that wherever they'll land, there will be dry and warm.