It's Just You And Me Now
Chapter 9: Damn, It's Cold
D/C: Don't Own, Know, Have Met, Or Anything except listen to McFly.
Dougie's POV
I'm sitting on a couch in the living room of the Band House, staring blankly at the TV in front of me, not paying attention, when I hear footsteps tumbling down the stairs to where I'm sitting.
'Hey Dougie, we're going out,' Harry says, making me look up. Tom and Danny are standing with him. 'You wanna come?'
'Nah,' I shake my head, 'not feeling it tonight, Haz.' Tom and Danny look at each other, and Harry raises and eyebrow.
'You sure?' He asks. I nod, positive on my decision. 'Alright then,' He turns around, and heads out the door. 'See you later,' he says half heartedly, and the door shuts behind him and the other two. I return to my blank state.
I don't really know why, but I can't get that girl, Blink, out of my head. It's been three days, and I don't know why I still care about what happened so much. It's not like I've never insulted a girl the guys tried to set me up with. But as cheesy as it sounds, for some reason, she really does seem different.
For one, any of the other girls would've gotten upset and burst into tears as soon as I called them a skank and didn't instantly fall head-over-heels for them.
Also, when we met before, she didn't instantly try to flirt with me like other girls just because of who I am. In fact, she didn't even seem to recognize me. She was too focused on her own life. I guess that's kind of refreshing.
She seems a lot tougher than most, but then again she ran away from the club in tears. It didn't seem to add up.
When I had just called her a skank, she had been ready to go. I wouldn't have been surprised if it had gotten physical, but as soon as I made the whole 'daddy never loved' comment, it was over.
What was that all about?
I search through my memories of that night, trying to find a clue as to why that would make her so upset. Suddenly, I remember something from her friend's rant.
'…You have no idea what she's been through...'
Something must have happened between her and her dad. Maybe he died when she was little? That would explain why my comment would make her so upset. Maybe he really didn't ever love her, because he had some sort of problem.
Oh my god, I'm the biggest asshole ever.
I sit for a good ten minutes wallowing in my own guilt before I get up, grab my keys, and almost run out the door.
At first, I don't even know what I'm doing as I slip the keys into the ignition and start pulling out of the drive, but once I'm speeding down the road, I realize just where I'm going.
I'm going to find that girl.
I walk briskly through the dark alleys, my breath clouding in front of my face.
Damn, it's cold.
Corner after corner I turn, hoping to fin the small street where I first bumped into her.
She can't be that far from that street.
I'm just about to round the 23rd corner when I hear two voices. I stop in my tracks and step back, but only slightly, and peer around the corner. There, standing in the cold, is the girl, Blink, unfortunately with that tall guy she's friends with, again. I narrow my eyes in annoyance, and listen in on the conversation, which seems very excited.
'Oh my god,' I hear her quietly exclaim, 'are you serious?' The guy grins at her.
'Yeah, kid,' I see her smile widely. 'It's all yours.' She pulls him into a hug. I can feel my face start to burn for some reason. I have a feeling that it's not just because of the cold.
'Thank you so much, Dodger!' She laughs. 'I love you so much!' She keeps her grip on him tight, and I can hear his muffled chuckle.
By this time my face is probably… no, most definitely red, and angry thoughts are rushing through my head.
Are they together?
I narrow my eyes.
There's no other reason she would say she loves him. They definitely aren't siblings.
I grimace.
Yeah, they're together.
I swallow a growing lump in my throat, and watch as he kisses the top of her head, and they part ways. I smirk slightly. For some reason, I really did not like the idea of them being together at all.
She looks down and fiddles with her hands, quietly laughing sweetly, and I now notice that her palms are filled with a wad of cash.
So that's what she must be so excited about.
After realizing that now is my chance, I quickly straighten myself out best I can, and take a step out into the open, ready to make a complete idiot out of myself.
Blink's POV
'Blink! Hey kid, come out here!' I'm in the cellar, humming the tune and air-guitaring the chords to All The Small Things by Blink-182 when Dodger calls my name from outside. I sigh.
'What do you want?' I yell up to him.
'Um… Nothing, just come up here!' He hesitates.
'Why don't you come down here?' I call. I don't want to get up. He shoots right back at me, though.
'Because I can guarantee that you aren't doing any thing that's actually worth staying down there,' I laugh slightly. He knows what I do when I'm not being productive – Hum to Blink-182 songs and air-guitar the chords that I would definitely play if I had an actual guitar. He continues.
'And because it's too small and stuffy down there to even breathe,' I roll my eyes. Dodger's not too fond of being in the cellar. He's always complaining that's it's too small, or too dirty, when I really don't see a problem with it.
I sigh loudly and get up, making my way to his location outside of the warehouse. I'm surprised at the temperature when I step out and walk to Dodger, who is standing in the middle of the alley.
'Damn, it's cold,' I say. Dodger shrugs.
'Well, probably because it's October.' He states. It's now my turn to shrug as I walk stiffly over to him, both with our hands shoved in our pockets. I notice he's fiddling with something in them.
'What do you have in your pocket?' I inquire. He grins.
'It's what I wanted you out here for.' I raise an eyebrow.
'So… What is it, then?' I gesture for him to continue, and he pulls out something that just confuses me even further. His hand is holding a wad of cash, maybe five, six hundred dollars. I cock my head.
'What's that for?' He chuckles, before reaching out and taking my hand out of my pocket, placing the paper into my palm.
'You.' I'm still a bit confused. There's only one thing that I want that is this amount of money, but Dodger wouldn't do that for me… would he?
'Why, though?' I ask quizzically. He chuckles.
'Don't think I don't hear you rambling on and on about that guitar in the music shop that you pass by every day,' he smirks as my eyes widen.
Every time I go out to get supplies for Sheen, Dodger and I, I take the same route – A route that goes past the local music store. I love going in and looking at all the guitars. There's been one that I've always really liked, a Taylor Acoustic, but I've never been able to afford it. That store is the one place I've vowed myself to never steal from. I look at the money.
'Oh my god,' I exclaim excitedly, 'are you serious?' Dodger laughs lightly.
'Yeah, kid,' my grin widens, 'it's all yours!'
'Thank you so much, Dodger!' I jump into his arms and hug him tightly. Even though he's already like a brother to me, this is the nicest thing he's done for me. 'I love you so much!' I say, and I mean it. Dodger's seriously like a piece of family I've never had, and although Sheen is too, Dodger has always had a special soft spot for me, and we're the closest to brother and sister you can get.
He affectionately kisses the top of my head, gives my shoulders a squeeze and walks off, leaving me to stand in the cold, smiling happily to myself, and fiddle with the wad of money, happy thoughts floating through my head.
I can't believe he listened to my rambling about that guitar.
I smile.
He actually raised all that money for me.
I chuckle at the thought.
This day couldn't get any better.
I brush my hair out of my eyes.
Nothing could bring me down, I think as I continue to stand in the cold, flipping through the money.
But sadly, I couldn't be more wrong, when I hear a deliberate cough, and look up to see who is there.
There is only one thought that passes through my head when I recognize who is standing in front of me.
No.
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