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Chapter 9- No!

Dougie woke up the next morning, feeling the pain of his fall the day before. He gingerly sat up, stretching and yawning. According to the clock on his bedside table it was 9:12. He opened his eyes, throwing the blanket off his feet and going to step out of bed. But as he put his foot on the ground, he quickly recoiled. He hadn't left a blanket on the floor...had he? He peered over the side of his bed. A little foot and hand poked out from underneath the blanket. Dougie frowned and took the blanket off. Sam was lying curled up but stirred as Dougie took the blanket.

'Sam? What are you doing there?' Dougie frowned, kneeling beside him.

'I wake up, Libby no there. I scared and you no wake up so I stay here,' Sam replied, shivering.

'You're freezing! Sam you should've just gotten in or gone to someone else!' Dougie exclaimed, wrapping him a blanket.

'I sorry,' Sam said, sticking his bottom lip out.

'No crying, do you want a bath to warm you up?' Dougie asked and he nodded.

'Wait there, I'll be back in a minute.'

Dougie left the room and headed to the spare room. It was deserted, the beds lying empty with sheets crumpled. Dougie grabbed the bag from the floor and ambled sleepily back into his room. The house was silent. Sam was still sitting on Dougie's bed wrapped in the blanket as Dougie walked back in.

'Come on,' Dougie yawned, motioning for him to follow him into the bathroom. Sam followed him, Dougie beginning to turn on the taps, yawning every so often, his body aching.


Libby decided it was time for Danny to get up. Now. She sat up and leant over him. He was snoring very softly, lying on his side, curled up in a ball. Libby tugged on a piece of his hair. Danny didn't stir. She tugged on it again. Same reaction. She grabbed hold of his ear and pulled. Danny sat bolt upright, his face worried and shocked. Libby put her hands over her mouth and began to giggle.

'Was that you Miss Libby?' Danny asked in a mock menacing voice. Libby shook her head, still giggling.

'I think it was,' Danny smirked and she shook her head again.

'Oh really? Because whoever it was gets THIS!' Danny exclaimed, beginning to tickle her until she begged for him to stop.


The sound of Dougie's bath had woken Tom up and he stumbled down the stairs to see what was going on. Dougie's bath was overflowing with mountains of white foam, Sam in the middle of it, Dougie flicking it at him.

'What happened in here?' Tom yawned, sitting himself next to Dougie on the wet floor.

'Well a certain little someone decided that he would come and sleep on my floor because he was scared and couldn't wake me up and then he was freezing. So I'm warming him up with a bath,' Dougie shrugged.

'Right. Sam you should've come in with me then, I was probably half awake anyway,' Tom scolded. Sam pouted and looked down at the bubbles.

'Well you know that now buddy,' Dougie said gently, taking a handful of bubbles and putting them on Sam's head.

'Well I'm gonna go get some breakfast,' Tom smiled, standing up and going downstairs, bumping into Harry who was walking down the stairs so slowly a tortoise could've been up and down them six times by the time he made it to the bottom.

'What's your problem?' Tom laughed, pushing him in the back.

'Can't. Move. Body. Aches,' Harry said through gritted teeth.

'Come on, take something for it and let's get going! Big day ahead of us today!' Tom said brightly, bouncing into the kitchen, where Froot Loops and Coco Pops were already out on the bench, milk spilled everywhere. Tom grimaced. He'd had a very bad experience with Froot Loops...

'Danny?' he called.

'Living room!' Danny's voice called back. Tom followed the sound of his voice to find Libby and Danny sitting on the couch, each with a bowl in their hands watching Postman Pat with a blanket draped over their legs.

'Eat up!' Tom smiled, noting the brightly coloured cereal in Libby's bowl and hoping it wasn't going to be regurgitated again. Meanwhile, Dougie was having trouble...


'No!' Sam shouted.

'Sam, please just put it on!' Dougie exclaimed, trying to wrestle a t-shirt over his head.

'NO!' Sam screeched, jumping onto Dougie's bed and over the other side away from him.

'What's your problem with getting dressed anyway?' Dougie sighed, jumping over the other side of his bed as Sam ran around to the opposite side.

'Sam, I'm giving you until the count of three. Come here right now and let me put your shirt on,' Dougie said through gritted teeth as Sam stared at him.

'One,' Dougie said.

Sam still stared at him.

'Two,' Dougie said, raising an eyebrow as Sam watched him warily.

'Two and a half.'

Sam gave Dougie a huge grin, ran straight past him, wrenched the door open and took off down the stairs.

'Sam!' Dougie shouted, running after him. Dougie chased after him as he ran around the couch, Libby and Danny watching with interest.

'Put some clothes on Dougie!' Danny exclaimed as Dougie ran after Sam into the kitchen in his boxers.

'I was about to!' Dougie shouted back, making a grab for Sam as he ran back out the door and into the living room, wrenching the front door open and running outside.

'Sam!' Dougie screeched. 'Can someone go and get him?'

No answer. Dougie swore under his breath, took a deep breath and ran out the door after him, feeling the chill on his legs and torso as he ran after Sam down the street. Their elderly neighbour waved to him as she went to collect her morning paper. Luckily she was a bit optically impaired and didn't notice the fact that Dougie had nothing on.

Sam sprinted and sprinted, his bare feet barely hitting the ground as they ran past Ned's shop. Luckily for Dougie, (but maybe not so lucky for Sam) Sam's foot didn't hit the ground and he was suddenly sprawled on the concrete, screaming.

'Karma,' Dougie muttered as he scooped him up, looking at the tiny graze on his knee and grumpily carrying him back down the street, feeling self-conscious with every single car that drove past. He finally reached their front door and put Sam down in the doorway. He took off again into the kitchen, so Dougie made one last bolt after him; maybe he would get into the clothes. He took another mad grab in the kitchen for him. But instead he missed and ran into the back of Harry's chair, stubbing his toe. Dougie began to swear and curse, jumping up and down.

Sam slid to a stop and put his hands over his mouth as every swear word and obscenity known to man came out of Dougie's mouth. Harry slapped both his hands over Dougie's mouth and clamped them tight as he led him out of the kitchen as Sam stood staring at Tom.

'So...Why aren't you dressed Mister?' Tom asked awkwardly.

'Dougie choose bad clothes,' Sam said.

'Well what do you want for breakfast?' Tom asked, pulling the chair beside him out.

'Coco Pops!' Sam exclaimed as Tom smiled and began making them.


'Dougie! You can't speak like that around them!' Harry exclaimed as he closed the door to the music room behind him. Dougie sat on the spinny chair, spinning to the left, then the right, staring at the floor and his sore toe.

'It's a bad influence. You don't want them saying it,' Harry continued, still watching Dougie who didn't react.

'If their mother finds out you said those things in front of them, we'll never be able to look after them again,' Harry said. Dougie continued staring at the floor as he span in the chair, looking oblivious to what Harry was saying.

'Are you listening to me?' Harry exclaimed, leaning close to Dougie's face and shaking the arms of the chair so violently that Dougie nearly tipped it over to the side. Dougie looked up at Harry, a glare on his face.

'You gonna say anything or are you just gonna sit there?' Harry asked fiercely. 'You complain about Sam, when you are acting exactly like him right now! Grow up Dougie and take responsibility for your own actions,' Harry spat, turning and walking out the door, slamming it behind him, leaving Dougie silently spinning around in the chair, staring at the floor.