Chapter Nine

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The sound of my alarm clock dulled slowly into my senses, bringing me back from the world of the unconscious. I stubbornly kept my eyes closed; I wasn't ready to get up… not yet. My entire body felt like jelly and for some reason I felt horribly cramped and restricted.

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I groaned and reached out an arm to hit the snooze button, but instead of hitting the button as I expected, my hand collided with something warm and smooth. My eyes flew open in shock, and I relaxed slightly when I realised it was only Dougie. I had almost forgotten he was there. As far as I was concerned, that was the sign of a good sleeping partner. I smiled at the thought.

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As I watched, Dougie groaned softly in his sleep and with his eyes still closed he began groping around my bedside table attempting to find my alarm clock.

I watched in amusement not making any move to help him as he knocked my lamp to the floor before finally locating the cord to my alarm clock. But instead of hitting the snooze button, he yanked the cord out from the wall.

Silence.

"Wow," I stated, my voice cutting through the crisp morning air, "you're cranky in the morning."

Dougie blinked his eyes open slowly and looked at me through bleary sleep filled eyes, "what time is it?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

"I dunno," I replied, rolling onto my stomach and propping myself up on my elbows, "you just disconnected my alarm clock."

Dougie yawned and rolled over, curling up against me and closing his eyes, "ten more minutes."

I laughed and brushed his hair back from his forehead before pecking his forehead, "hate to be the bearer of bad news but you really have to go before my parents find you here and skin you alive."

Dougie furrowed his brow, "that's disgusting."

"Yeah," I agreed shoving his shoulder lightly.

Dougie batted my hand away, "five minutes."

I chuckled and sat up, I was just beginning to climb off the bed when suddenly Dougie grabbed my hand and pulled me back down beside him. "When I said five minutes I meant you and me both," he murmured wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close.

I didn't argue… Who could argue to something like that? I was just drifting off into a light doze and would have been quite happy to lie there in his arms for the rest of the day, when suddenly soft footsteps sounded out in the hallway and a knock sounded on my closed door.

My eyes flew open, and the next thing I knew I was shoving Dougie out of bed and chucking his clothes at him. I thought I was going to have a heart attack and meanwhile he was doubled over in a silent fit of laughter. I gestured desperately for him to be quiet.

"Sophie?" my mum called from the other side of the door.

"Yeah?" I replied shrilly as I pulled my singlet on over my head.

"Just checking you are awake?" my mum called back, "can I come in?"

"No!" I called quickly. "I… um… I'll be right down."

"Alright then," my mum mused before walking away.

"Well that wasn't obvious at all," Dougie remarked as soon as her footsteps faded away. He pulled on his jacket and smirked at me, "so… same time next week?"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled "shut up you." I closed the distance between us and placed my hands on his chest before walking him backwards toward the window, "you need to go."

Dougie clutched his heart in mock pain, "you mean you're not going to invite me to breakfast?"

"Goodbye Dougie," I smiled leaning forward and pecking his lips.

He rolled his eyes "see you at school Soph."

Next thing I knew he was out the window and I was alone in my room once again.

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I had a horrible morning.

Once I managed to drag myself out of my bedroom I spent the morning in a frantic rush around the house as I attempted to pack my school bag and locate my uniform. Meanwhile I was pretty sure that my mother thought I was crazy as I absentmindedly attempted to make toast in the microwave and nearly poured orange juice on my cereal. I ended up sprinting out of the house before she could ask any questions about my strange behaviour.

Things didn't get much better once I got school. I arrived half an hour late and was yelled at for my tardiness. Mrs Peters informed us that our ancient history project was due next week (myself and Dougie had barely started). And, I got caught writing poems in maths again, hence was given a detention.

By the time I arrived at detention that afternoon, I was incredibly cranky and desperate to get home to bed and just pretend the whole day didn't happen… well after 8am anyway. Everything that happened before then was just fine.

I sighed and pushed open the door to detention and stepped inside. I should have been surprised to see Dougie there… but I wasn't. His eyes met mine and he raised an eyebrow in question. I rolled my eyes in response and slumped down into the nearest chair before resting my head on the desk and closing my eyes.

I must have drifted off at some stage. Because the next thing I knew a hand was shaking my shoulder, "hey?"

I batted the hand away.

"Get your lazy arse up."

I blinked open my eyes and looked up to see Dougie sitting at the desk in front of me looking at me expectantly. I glanced around the classroom… empty… detention must have finished. I rubbed my cheek, "what'd I miss?"

Dougie stood up and threw his bag over his shoulder, "nothing important. But get up, you're coming to my house."

I raised an eyebrow and looked at him curiously, "I am?"

"Yes," Dougie answered simply, grabbing my hand and pulling me out of my seat. He tossed my bag at me before practically pushing me out of the classroom and into the hallway.

I was too tired and cranky to argue. "I've had a really bad day. I'll come as long as being in your company wont make things any worse."

Dougie wrapped an arm around me and led me through the hallways, "I'm sure your afternoon will be very enjoyable."

All sorts of scenarios flew into my mind. I desperately pushed them away, "we really need to start our ancient project too."

Dougie groaned and opened his car door for me, "can't we just fail?"

"No!"

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Fifteen minutes later I found myself in Dougie's bedroom sitting in front of his tank of lizards watching them curiously. "What are their names?" I questioned watching in fascination as they crawled around.

"Zukie and Joey," Dougie replied from his position sprawled out on his bed, "the turtles are Harry and Lloyd."

I watched them for a few moments before looking over my shoulder at him, "have you got any other strange animals crawling around the house that I should know about?"

Dougie smirked, "not yet."

I got to my feet and plopped down onto the bed beside him, "ya know, I'm starting to stress about our project."

"I wouldn't worry about it," Dougie replied picking at his nails, "I don't think I'll be around for the presentation, so you can just blame everything on me."

"What?" I questioned in confusion, "what do you mean."

Dougie sighed and rested back against his headboard, "you know that woman you saw when you were spying on me the other day."

"I wasn't spying. But yes I know who your talking about," I scooted forward towards him until our knees were touching in our cross-legged positions.

"That was my mother," Dougie informed me with a roll of his eyes, "and she wants me back home," Dougie paused and frowned, "and she usually gets what she wants."

His sudden honesty and the volume of information he was giving me about his life overwhelmed me. "So you're leaving?" I questioned horrified at the idea.

Dougie shook his head, "of course not. I made a deal with her."

"What kind of deal?"

Dougie leaned forward, "that as long as I stay out of trouble, then I can do as I please."

I raised an eyebrow, "that's a pretty unsafe bet to make considering you're the devil reincarnate."

Dougie's mouth dropped open in mock horror, "are you saying I can't do it?"

I grinned and reached out and pinched his cheek lightly, "I definitely don't think you can do it."

Dougie thought about it silently for a few moments. "Yeah me neither," he finally concluded, "which is why I brought you here."

"Why's that?"

"So that I can do this," Dougie murmured pressing his lips to mine.

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I had always assumed that going out, drinking and dancing was something that occurred on the weekend... Apparently my assumptions were incorrect, because it was 8pm on a school night and I found myself on the dance floor at 'Surfers' with a drink in one hand and my clutch purse in the other.

When Dougie had first suggested we go to 'Surfers' I thought he was crazy. But I realised once he had dragged me to his car and driven me here that he wasn't kidding. So instead of thinking about all the trouble I would be in if my parents found me here; I decided to close off my mind and enjoy myself.

We had ordered a round of drinks when we arrived; and because Dougie was on good terms with the bar staff, the drinks just kept coming and coming until I was out on the dance floor singing and dancing like an idiot.

"There's gotta be more to life," I sang with my arms in the air, "then chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me!"

A few meters away Dougie rolled his eyes at me, "you're drunk Sophie."

I grinned at him and danced around in a circle. I suppose he was right… no one in their right mind would even consider dancing on a deserted dance floor unless they had some form of alcohol in their system.

I shrieked as Dougie suddenly pulled me into his arms spontaneously causing my drink to slosh over the side of my cup and to splash all over the floor.

"Sorry," I apologised to no one in particular wrapping an arm around Dougie's shoulders and allowing him to pull me against him. I leant into him and the combined factors of my weight and his drunkenness sent us both stumbling into the wall.

"Ouch," Dougie muttered as his back hit the wall and I fell into him. I laughed and placed my hands on his chest to push myself away from him when I realised that Dougie's arms were holding my firmly in place.

"Oh," I murmured looking into his eyes and smiling seductively, "what's going through your head Mr Poynter? Planning on shagging me right here for everyone to see?"

"No," Dougie murmured, "but now that you mention it… lets go back to my place."

"Now?" I questioned glancing at my still full drink.

"Yep," Dougie insisted grabbing my hand, "we've been here long enough. Lets go."

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An illegal car ride later, I found myself standing at Dougie's front door a bunch of keys in my hand. Several feet away Dougie was lying flat on his back on the grass, blearily looking up at the sky

"Dougie it's not working," I whined looking down at the keys in annoyance. I jabbed a random key at the lock.

"Maybe you should say the magic word," Dougie suggested.

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow, "saying a word isn't going to get your front door open."

"Yeah it will," he insisted sitting up and staring at me as if I was mentally retarded, "like in Lord of the Rings when Gandalf wants to get into the cave thing."

I watched curiously as he got to his feet and stumbled over to the front door.

He pushed me gently aside and raised his arms, "Merloc," he said.

We both stared at the door, which remained stubbornly closed.

"You're an idiot," I concluded

Dougie rolled his eyes and snatched the keys from me, "give me those."

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WARNING - Adult content

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Ten minutes later, after failing to drunkenly navigate my way through Dougie's front door. I found myself slumped down on the ground, torn between wanting to pass out, be sick, or head back to the bar and drink some more.

Beside me, Dougie was sitting so close that his entire right side was pressed up against my left. I found it oddly comforting to have him so close. I felt warm and protected; even though he was so drunk he'd probably start laughing if we were under attack. Maybe it was because he smelt fantastic… a combination of cool night air, cigarette smoke and freshly cut grass… even in my inebriated state I could appreciate those distinct smells.

"Are we really stuck outside?" I asked suddenly, turning my head and examining his side profile.

Dougie lit up a cigarette, "we're not stuck outside. We're camping."

"So where's our tent?"

Dougie glanced at me and smirked, "we're roughing it."

I rolled my eyes and slumped back against the wall before reaching out and snatching the cigarette from his fingers. I took a drag and exhaled out into the cool night air, "I haven't been camping since I was 10 years old. It was bad enough the first time round, I'm not too keen to try it again."

"Things are different this time," Dougie assured me, taking the cigarette back. The soft touch of his fingers sent tingles down my arm.

"Yeah?" I asked looking at him curiously, "why's that?"

Dougie met my eyes, "because you're camping with me."

I watched as he took a drag; the way his lips wrapped around the cigarette and the way he held it in his fingers was mesmerising. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the way he smelt and looked… but suddenly the idea of camping didn't sound too bad.

"Hmm," I murmured reaching out and linking my arm through his, "what makes you think you're any different?"

Dougie lifted my chin and brushed his lips against mine.

There wasn't any need for words.

I leant back and looked at him for a few short moments. In the dead of the night Dougie's eyes were so dark they were almost navy. But as always, they sparkled mischievously with laughter, lust and desire.

Unable to help myself I leant over pressing my lips to his, running my fingers through his messy and slightly greasy hair. Dougie pulled me completely onto his lap, and I manoeuvred my position until I was straddling him, my knees on either side of his legs. I cupped his face and kissed him with a passion that left us both gasping for breath when I pulled away.

I leant forward and pressed my cheek against his my lips against his ear, "I know where this is going, but does it have to happen outside for the whole world to see?"

Dougie's hands clutched at my thighs, and I stared into his eyes as I ever so lightly ground my hips against his. His eyes widened, "Lets go," he moaned.

I smirked and got off his lap and helped him to his feet and together we stumbled over to the front door. It's amazing what kind of a motivator sex is, because Dougie managed to locate the correct key surprisingly fast.

The sex was wild and messy. Despite our drunkenness we still managed to be rather coordinated. Dougie had me up against the wall as soon as we entered the foyer, and I'd unzipped his jumper before the door was fully closed. I pushed his jumper off his shoulders and caressed his chest with my hands as he attacked my neck and shoulders with kisses. My hands drifted down to his belt buckle and I hastily undid it as he pulled my jumper over my head freeing my breasts to his view. I gasped with pleasure as his hot mouth enveloped my nipple and his hands drifted down to squeeze my arse and pull my hips against his. There was no room for tenderness as we shed each other of our remaining clothes. Dougie picked me up and my back slammed against the wall. There was just enough time to hastily put on a condom before he slammed up inside of me causing us both to grunt.

My head fell back against the wall behind me as he pounded into me over and over again. I was surprised he had any strength left in his drunken body to keep himself upright let alone carrying me as well.

I was moaning and I knew if anyone was home then they would be able to hear every gasp but I couldn't help it, it felt so good. "Harder," I urged him, clinging on to him, his skin slick with sweat. The pressure built up inside me so fast I nearly passed out, and it only took Dougie's fingertip flicking over my sensitive place to send me over the edge. I shouted out as I came and I distantly heard Dougie's own pants as he came soon after me.

Dougie was boneless and we both slid to the floor panting our bodies slick with sweat. Dougie rolled away from me on to his back and pressed his hands to his eyes as he attempted to regain his breath. As I calmed down I began to shiver and I reached out and pulled Dougie's jumper towards me and wrapped it around my frame.

"That was amazing," Dougie murmured suddenly turning his head and staring at me in amazement.

I rested my head against his chest and closed my eyes, "It would have been better outside," I murmured.

Dougie smirked at me, "you were the one who was so pedantic about getting inside."

"Shut up. Kiss me."

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