Did you know Doug has a stepsister called Sam? Yeah, just like her mum.

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Jessie: I love Supernatural, I've been following it for a long time now. Anyway, I don't remember using Sam's name... I mean, Dougie's mum is called Sam, but she's a woman so...

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"So tell me something about them" Abrianna asked with a hint of interest. I smiled at that, feeling proud of myself.

She looked all around her as we walked, sometimes staring too much at some old building with amazement, she'd always liked architecture. She seemed to love every single place I took her and I just couldn't be more pleased. People stared at her when we walked pass them, everyone was dressing so nicely but my cousin's jeans were years and years old, and so was her dark jacket. To me, she looked just great, her clothes may be old but they fitted her body perfectly... And I really shouldn't be thinking about that.

"They are my bestfriends... I spend almost the whole year around them" I said.

"Don't you get tired of them?"

"Don't you get tired of me?"

"No" her answer was simply and quick, I smiled a bit more.

"Well, I simply don't get tired of them either" I said.

She nodded and said nothing more, just stared at the world around her again.

"What are you thinking?" I asked curiously.

"I'm wondering if you'll ever get tired of me" she said in a rather low voice.

"That's stupid" I said "Of course not"

"Yeah, I know..." she sighed.

"I'm sorry, did I disappoint you?" I raced an eyebrow, but didn't stop smiling, though I did felt a bit confused at her sudden frustration.

"You shouldn't get use to be around me" she explained as she avoided my eyes "It'll be harder for you when I leave"

"Leave?" I didn't even try to hide my pain, I would have probably failed anyway "When? Where?"

"I don't know... Are you expecting my to move to your bed for the rest of my life?" she laughed without humour.

I gasped "Let's not talk about that"

"We will have to some day, Dougie"

"Then let's talk about your secret... We have to talk about that too some day"

"Touche" she smiled, again without humour, but added nothing else.

I took her hand and pulled her closer to me. I wasn't going to get upset or sad today, I wouldn't let anything ruin my time with her. I had to admit I'd spent time thinking about this -or at least trying to avoid thinking about it- and I didn't like what the future seemed to hold for us... I could see her leaving sooner or later, it was unavoidable. I was going to keep her safe next to me for as long as I could, including this right moment. I had -I needed- to hold on to this very moment because it could be gone in a blink, she could be gone in blink... Again. I'd survive, I knew that, but surviving wasn't enough; now that I'd tasted the cake, I wanted more, if you know what I mean...

I'd always liked London, but for some reason Abrianna made it look even better... It was as if she shone brighter than anyone else in the world, making everything around her more perfect, more enjoyable. She made everything better.

She laughed when a girl stopped us and asked me to take a picture with her, ignoring Ann completely. I said yes with a smile, recognizing that creepy look she's given me, and smiled again for the camera.

"Do you get that a lot?" Ann asked me.

"Quite much, yes... We've become more popular through the years" I asnwered. I was, once again, proud to see her proud of me.

"Your huge house is the prouf" she smiled. She looked a bit nervous as we approached to the recording studio.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes, I'm just a bit nervous"

I giggled "Why's that?"

"I want your friends to like me, Dougie," she explain "I know it's important to you so it's twice more important to me.. And... Well, you know people usually doesn't like me"

"They are not people, they're my friends"

She raced an eyebrow "Oh, so your friends are what, ghosts?"

"No, they are people but they arent people" I smiled at how stupid I sounded and she just rolled her eyes. I took her hand "Don't worry, they'll love you as much as I do"

"Should I not mention or do something in particular?"

"Well... Don't mention either Star Wars or Harry Potter unless you want to talk about it all day long and maybe tomorrow too, and never ever sit next to Danny if he's eating bananas"

"Why not?" she asked confused.

"He farts"

She rolled her eyes and mumbled something I didn't understand, though I could guess it was something like 'gross', and I simply smile, as I always did when I was around her.

I could tell she was nervous when we came in and walked toward the elevator. I pressed the button witht he little '5' on it and she grabbed my arm as soon as the doors closed.

"What?" I asked as I looked down at her, she seemed scared "They will like you, I swear"

"It's not that..." she mumbled without letting my arm go. She was holding on to it rather tightly, but I didn't mind "I hate elevators"

I gasped again; why didn't I know? Was I supposed to know that? In a second I tried to remember if I'd ever been on an elevator with her or if in our whole lifes she'd ever mentiones being afraid of elevators, but I couldn't remember anything.

"I didn't know that" I said, disappointed at myself.

"Three years ago I was involved in an accident, the elevator fell" she mumbled.

"WHAT!?"

"Nothing serious, we were on the second floor, but still..."

She practically ran out the elevator when the doors weren't even fully opened and I tried not to laugh; cruel, I know, but it was funny.

"Thank God, it's over..." she mumbled, not realizing everybody was staring at her, including my friends... Including Danny, who suddenly seemed rather interesting.