I had loads of fun this morning writing the next story. Yes, I know, I have to finish this one first, but I got distracted! I decided the next story is going be all about Danny instead of Dougie, I think it's a good one, though it's not going to be too long I think. I thought about writing story for my friends too. For example, I've got this friend Vickt and I'm pretty sure she'd love a story about Tom and herself and the next story is for Ceci [vicky: tell her about this please, thanks].

Well, whatever, go read.

Enjoy and review.

'Dammit, dammit dammit!' I thought all over again as I walked down the stairs toward my freedom.

It'd been about a month since the last time Rose and I talked as something more than just teacher and a student. I still liked her a lot but I was trying to convince myself that my feelings hadn't been hurt, but well, I deep down knew they had and I was still annoyed because of that. The very first time I open myself to a girl and she lets me down. And then they thought I was the crazy one because I didn't want to experience love. What can possibly be so great about it if it usually turns you down? She didn't want me around her or Andy, what else could I do? I'd tried hard to show her I could be more than her sex-partner, but I couldn't force her to let me in on her life and maybe she was right, maybe we didn't belong together, she would find someone better sooner or later, better for her and better for Andy.

Though I'm saying all this, I've got a date today. In fact, she was waiting for me outside the school and I was running late, my math teacher was angry at me because I wasn't doing my homework again and she gave me a whole speech about responsability. Bridget was leaning against a wall with a boring face and her arms crossed over her chest. She was nothing like Rose, but it was the best I could do, I was hell shy and I couldn't stop making a fool of myself every time I was around girls, I just got so nervous. She had a nice body, but a seriously strong attitude, which may be a problem for me later.

"I've been waiting for like ten minutes" she said before I could say anything else.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't my fault, I swear. The stupid math teacher wouldn't let me go" I grabbed her hand and smiled at her playfully "Can I make it up to you?"

She smiled too "What do you have in mind?"

I closed my eyes and slowly leaned down to kiss her. Her kisses were a bit alike to Jenny's, quite agressive, not like Rose's, which were more soft and tender, but she was a good kisser anyway, I would have to get use to the difference and that would be it. Everythig reminded me of Rose in a way, of how great she was for me and the situation was getting a bit annoying. I wondered how long it'd take me to just get over the relationship we'd never really had.

Bridget made her way to my mouth with her tongue in just a fast way that it caused me to choke. I took a step back and coughed as she laughed. What was funny on that?

"It seems like you'll have to catch up with me, Dougie" she said.

I faked a smile and took her hand, ready to go wherever she wanted to, but my eyes met Rose's and the world seemed to stop for a moment. She was looking straight at me, Christian at her left side and Andy on her right side, also staring at me. She blushed when I met her gaze and turned away. What the hell did that mean? Why was she looking at me? Andy had an angry look on his face and let go his mother's hand and ran toward us. I froze for a moment, not knowing what to do. The little boy was running through all the people that was walking in that usually crowded place and Rose was trying to get him with difficulty, he was smaller so he could move easly.

"Wait!" Andy shouted at us.

Bridget turned around confused and I had a horrible feeling about this.

"Who is she?" he asked.

"She's Bridget?" I answered.

"How's him?" Bridget ask.

"He's Andy" I said. Oh, God, awkawrd.

"Why did you kiss her?" he said.

"We are dating, little boy" Bridget said, a bit annoyed.

"Stay out of this, Bridget" I said and she raced an eyebrow. Stupid strong attitude.

"Look, Andy, I've got to go, alright? I'll see you later"

"No, you won't. You don't care about my mummy or me. You said you would teach me to play but you lied! That's what all of you do! You lie and lie and lie!"

"Andy... I..." I looked for Rose between the crowd and she was just a few people away from us "I don't know what you want from me"

"I don't know what I want, I'm three years old! But I thought you were my friend"

"I am"

"No, you are not, you hurt my mummy!"

"Andy, come here!" Rose yelled at him and picked him up in her arms. She looked at me for a moment but said nothing at all. She walked away from us without saying anything else. I watched her leave and watched Andy's still angry face as he was carried away in his mother's arms.

"What the hell was that?" Bridget said "What an annoying boy"

"He's not annoying" I said "He's just..."

"Little and loudy and annoying" she laughed and I rolled my eyes.

"You know what? I think I'm a bit tired today, I'm going home. Goodbye, Bridget"