Dougie woke up the next morning, tired and strained. The thought of Danny was tearing him apart.
Dougie got up and walked downstairs to talk to Tom.
"Tom, do you wanna go out tonight?" Dougie looked shy and tired.
"You think you're up for it? I certainally am." Tom smiled sweetly.
Dougie nodded, still half asleep. "Will you invite Danny for me?" Dougie mumbled while walking to the bathroom.
Tom looked slightly shocked before nodding. "Sure".
Tom was excited that the two had made up, and were friends again. It would take time to heal what had been done, but you had to start somewhere.
He thought about his relationship with Harry. "I should invite him, too".
Tom picked up his expencive cell phone and dialed Danny's number.
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"Batman here!"
"Danny?"
"Oi! Tom! How's it goin', mate?"
"I'm fine, thanks. I was only wondering if you wanted to go out with Dougie and me tonight..."
There was a short pause.
"Yeah, mate! That'd be great!"
"Great, we'll pick you up around 8:00 then, okay?"
"Sounds like a plan!"
"Okay, see you then".
Tom hung up the phone. "Now for my date". Tom whinced at what he'd said. "Not my date". He told himself.
He dialed Harry's number.
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"'Ello?"
"Hey, Harry, It's Tom. I wanted to know if you'd like to go out with Dougie, Danny, and me tonight".
"Actually...I had plans..." Ouch.
There was a pause.
"Oh, well. Okay, I was only wondering..."
"But..." Harry started. "I could probably go later. I've just promised to have dinner with my mum. It'll probably be over around 7:00..."
Tom smiled to himself. "Sounds good. Can you be ready by 8:00? That's when we're going to get Danny, we could stop by your house, if you'd like".
"That's fine. I'll be ready". Harry was excited.
"Okay, bye then".
"Bye".
Tom hopped up and down before haulting and realizing what he was doing. 'Gosh, I'm weird', he told himself.
Dougie walked back into the kitchen and sat on the counter.
"What did I tell you about sitting on the counter tops, Dougie?" Tom glared.
"That I was welcome to sit where I want, as long as I don't break anything, and then if I do, it's still fine with you?" Dougie tilted his head to the side.
"That's not what I said at all!" Tom laughed as Dougie hopped off the counter.
Dougie pushed him playfully. "What?"
Tom curled up into a standing ball. "Don't hurt me!"
Dougie had fire in his eyes. "What did you say, boy!?" Dougie laughed at the sound of his own voice.
Tom ran to the living room, tripping over a chair on the way. He flew to the ground, causing Dougie to trip right on top of him.
Both of them lay in hysterics on the dinning room floor.
"Noo!" Tom yelled, pushing Dougie off of him.
Dougie grabbed Tom by the shins as he was trying to crawl away. "I've got you right where I want you" he said suductively.
Tom's eyes got big as he tried desperately to get away.
Dougie pulled him in closer. "No one can save you now!" Dougie looked as if he'd gone crazy.
"You're insane!" Tom yelled pushing him off.
Dougie laughed. "I was only kidding, Tom, jeez!"
Tom glared. "You have a scary 'kidding face'".
Dougie laughed even harder. "It was meant to be that way! That is my face!"
Tom giggled. "It was freaky! I was actually starting to become frightened, Dougie!"
"Well, that was the point wasn't it?" Dougie slowly faded out of laughing.
"humph".
"Don't be like that, Tom. You love me, and you know it".
Tom smiled. "True.." Tom looked thoughtfully.
"Yeah, well...let's get ready for tonight!" Dougie said happily. "What time is it, anyway?"
"It was already 3:00, so I'd say it's...about 3:30.." Tom checked his watch. "Yeah! I was almost right on! It's 3:36".
Dougie smiled. "Well, let's do something".
Tom looked around. "We could bake something. Brownies?"
"Mmm! Bonne Idee!" Dougie looked extreamly happy.
"Bonne Idee?" Tom said back to him.
"Mhm, it means 'good idea' in frech". Dougie smiled proudly.
"Uh-huh..." Tom wondered where he found that out at. "Anyway, we need brownie stuff, Dougie". Tom looked at him with sad eyes.
"Why don't you ever buy anything?" Dougie frowned.
"Lack of money". Tom laughed.
"Whatever, let's go get some brownie mix!" Dougie yanked at Tom's shirt.
"Okay, okay", they walked out the door and off to the store for the third night in a row.
They got back from the store with the precious brownie mix and unloaded it on the counter.
For the next two hours they mixed brownies, ate brownies, and cleaned up the kitchen from their insane baking fiasco.
"Those were amazing. Where did you learn to bake, Tom?" Dougie was curious.
Tom ignored him and chewed on a brownie.
Dougie shrugged and continued to eat his ninteenth brownie.
"I got ahold of Danny, I told him we'd pick him up around 8:00".
"Thanks, Tom" Dougie said with a mouthful.
"I also asked Harry to come, if that's okay".
Dougie looked excited. "Cool! It's gonna be a fun night".
"No doubt about it.". Tom smiled as they began to get ready for the night to come.
Dougie got dressed in some jeans and a nice bright green t-shit.
Tom wore a nice botton up shit with a pair of tight jeans. He gelled his hair into a mohawk and was ready to go.
Dougie walked into Tom's room. "J'ai fini".
"Dougie, you never struck me as someone who would learn a different language..."
Dougie shrugged. "You learn something new every day". Dougie smiled.
"Whatever", Tom laughed, "Let's get a move on".
They walked out the door, on their way to pick up some friends for a night of fun.
