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DOUGIE's POV
I was starting to get seriously nervous. My wedding to Lara was in a few weeks. Everyone was over at Tom's house for a barbeque, and his twins were messing about in the garden. Liam was over at his friend, Jordan's house. Lara was chatting to Izzy, and Georgia and Giovanna were watching over Georgia's triplets and toddler, Jack. Danny and Tom were manning the Barbie, and Harry and I were lounging.
"Everything cool with Liam?" he asked.
"Yeah, he went to a party last night." I told him.
"Oh, God, let's hope he's not like you." Harry smirked.
"He's not." I rolled my eyes – but really, I couldn't be gladder.
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"His friend got wrecked, so he looked after her." I explained in a nutshell, sure that Liam wouldn't appreciate me telling everyone I knew about his friend's privet life. I knew he worried about her – him having been through nearly the same thing, and I'll admit, I personally felt like going over to their house and beating him up. I did not understand people who did that to their kids. My own father made me feel worthless, but he didn't hit me!
"Ah, her yeah?" Harry smirked, "Ah, let's hope he's not like you at that age in that department as well."
"That would be awkward… thirty and a grandfather… How fucked up would that be?" I realized.
"Feeling old, Poynter?" Harry laughed.
"Hey, I'm younger than you!" I smacked him.
"Where is Liam today anyway?" thankfully he changed the subject.
"Friend's house." I answered, "His friend Jordan got a new Xbox game and he wanted to check it out. Then they were going to skate."
"Holy shit. He really is like a mini you." Harry laughed.
"Uncle Doug! Uncle Doug! Pway pwease!" Jack approached me.
"Ok then little dude!" I smiled at him and picked him up… and I felt a twinge of sadness when I realized that I couldn't do that with Liam. I had completely missed out on that part of his life.
LIAM's POV
"So what happened with you and Lilly after Kelly and I left?" I asked Jordan as we skated towards the skate park. We had played the new Xbox game, but quickly grew bored of it. The trailer made the game look way better than it actually was.
"Nothing." The boy blushed a lovely shade of bright pink.
"Yeah, sure, nothing, I believe you." I smirked.
"Ok… so… we might have ended up back in my bed… and we might have been nearly naked… and my mum might have walked in on us." Jordan said, now bright red as I doubled over in laugher, nearly falling off my board.
"Oh, dude, that's amazing!" I gasped out.
"Not a word to Kelly, or I won't hear the end of it!" Jordan glared at me.
"Dude, don't worry about it. My lips are sealed." I promised him.
"Thanks. I wouldn't be able to deal with the humiliation." He shuddered.
"So what happened then?" I asked.
"Lilly left, and I haven't heard from her since." Jordan shrugged.
"Well… you should probably call her." I told him.
"I know. But what can I say to her? 'Hey, sorry for my mum walking in on us nearly having sex!' I mean… we were like best friends before this. Things are going to be so awkward!" Jordan groaned.
"It will be worse if you don't call." I told him seriously.
"Yeah, I know." He sighed. We reached the skate park and I was shocked to see who was there.
"Ian?!" I got off my board and picked it up as my best friend from Essex turned to look at me.
"Dude!" he grinned and quickly tackled me into a hug.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I asked him as he finally let me go. Jordan looked at the scene, confused.
"Mum wanted to spend the weekend in London. I didn't know you lived in this area!" Ian grinned.
"Liam, this is Jordan; Jordan, this is my only friend from Essex, Ian." I introduced them.
"Alright, dude?" Ian asked Jordan.
"Hung-over like a bitch, but yeah, I'm alright." Jordan shrugged, making Ian frown.
"Party last night – oh! Dude, if you said you were here you could've come!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah, it was definitely in the category of top ten parties I've ever been to. Mostly because this guy looked after Kelly instead of me for once!" Jordan laughed.
"And you nearly laid Lilly." I smirked, watching as he returned to his shade of pink.
"Not to be mentioned ever!" he hissed.
"Sounds like a right laugh." Ian grinned.
"Yeah, so why you at the skate park?" I asked him.
"Ah, mum's let me loose to do what I want while she and dad go to see some musical. Dude, you don't happen to know who sells here, do ya?" Oh, did I mention the only thing Ian and I fall out on is the fact that he smokes weed? I personally never saw the attraction.
"Nope, sorry mate." I shrugged.
"Damn." Ian cursed.
"What d'ya want mate?" Jordan was, as always, a bit slow.
"The green stuff." Ian told him, and a light bulb lit in Jordan's face.
"Oh, Big Nate sells some. He's the guy over there by the fucked guy." Jordan nodded at George Harris, the stoner who was talking to a dark haired man in a leather jacket. He was big, as well, in both ways.
"Oh, cheers dude!" Ian smacked him on the back and headed in their direction.
"You don't…" Jordan looked up at me apprehensively. I knew what he was implying, if I smoked drugs.
"God no! No, that's the one thing we argued about." I told him, and he sighed in relief.
"Oh, thank God! I was once friends with a guy who did drugs and he ended up only using me for money to buy the stuff. He was a dick." Jordan said.
"Dude, even if I did do drugs, I wouldn't just use you for money." I told him honestly.
"Oh, I know that! You wouldn't need to! Your dad must be filthy rich." Jordan laughed, skating away.
Something about what he said made me worry. What if people started using me for my father's money? How would I know the differences from a real friend or someone who was just using me?