Cynthia's POV

Well I'm officially blind which is not exactly a good thing since I really like using my eyes to see things like shows on the television, puppies leaping through fields of daisies or, you know, Danny Jones with or without clothes it doesn't really matter. I sat down on what I thought was the couch, or more of where the couch was. I was wrong and got stabbed in the bum by the corner of the coffee table. "Ow, pain. Ok that hurt and I've officially learned that I don't like it up the butt." I commented rubbing my butt with my hand, boy did it hurt and bad.

"Well thank you for that information." Lauren said awkwardly and I nodded my head before I slowly laid down on the carpet on my stomach sprawling out like a dead body at a crime scene but probably more comfortable then some dead guy because for one, I'm not dead.

"You're welcome." I told her.

"So what's the commotion outside?" Tom asked as Lauren laid her head on his shoulder cuddling into him. He put his arm around her and gently stroked her arm with his fingers, how cute.

"So many lights must have gone blind." I answered like every word was its own sentence.

"Lights? Cynthia were you staring at the sun again?" Amy asked from her spot next to Harry, before she talked I could totally hear them sucking face. It's not a pleasant sound, unless you're the one participating I guess but I wasn't participating so I say "Ew, gross!"

"No! Contrary to popular belief I don't like to make myself blind." I told her. "There were cameras, so many cameras that it felt like I was staring at a strobe light. Why must cameras have flash?"

"So you can take pictures in a dark room." Harry answered. Smart ass.

"Paparazzi?" Tom questioned and I nodded my head the best that I could considering it was against the carpet. "Damn."

"The man, save the Empire!" I added onto Tom's sentence. I just felt like lying there forever. Whenever it's the evil doom time of the month I feel real lazy and somewhat dickish, so far I haven't been way too dickish.

"What does that mean?" Danny asked as he started to lightly poke me in the side with his foot and I just laid there not moving taking it. It's not like it hurt, it seemed more like he was poking a dead thing with a stick only I wasn't dead and he wasn't using a stick.

"It's from a movie." I told him with a sigh. He continued to poke me with his foot; I was tempted to make him fall flat on his face by pulling his foot. But I didn't. Instead he stopped poking me and I was lifted from the ground. Curses, I was comfortable in an odd, slightly painful sort of way. "What are you doing?"

"I'm takin' you up to my room." He said carrying me towards the stairs and I waved bye to everyone in the room.

"You know I'm incapable of having any intimate activities at this time right?" I questioned looking at him as my fingers lightly tugged on his hair. Danny lightly blushed.

"I'm aware of that." He said slightly mumbling, and I smiled a little. I was making Danny uncomfortable and it was funny. We got to his room and he carefully laid me on his bed. I wonder if I could feel a pea under a billion mattresses like that one chick did in that one fairy tale. Eh, I doubt it; I'd probably have to have like a humpback whale under the mattresses to feel anything. Danny lied down next to me and the both of us stared up at the ceiling in silence for a while. "Do you think that's all I want?"

"Humpback whales?" I asked extremely confused, I turned my head to look over at him and he did the same.

"What are you talkin' about?" Danny was once again confused; I'm starting to think that it's an easy thing to do.

"What are you talking about there?" I asked my eyebrows pulling together a little. We stared at each other in silence for another moment until he went cross-eyed causing the both of us to laugh.

"I was wonderin' if you think all I want you for is sex." Wow, serious topic of conversation there.

"Oh, well, I hope not." I told him scratching my forehead. "Cause first off, I'd have to kick your ass and second off, well that's a dick move. Not to mention I'd totally have to—" Danny cut me off with a quick simple kiss and I raised my eyebrow, how was that supposed to disprove using me?

"I'm not." He said staring me straight into my eyes with a look of pure sincerity, I felt like my insides were melting, in a good way that is. I grinned and pressed my lips against his.

"Good, because seriously, I would've kicked your ass and I'm pretty sure I can take you." I told him confident, all I'd have to do is knock him out with chloroform first because there'd be no way I could take him in a fair fight.

"Really?"

"Really, really." I told him before looking back up at the ceiling smiling, for such a tragic day it wasn't turning out so bad.

Dougie's POV

I almost forgot that the cameras would want to know why there were some mighty fine looking girls hanging around the house, well it's too late to warn them now. Vicki had ran upstairs, I guess the cameras freaked her out more than Cynthia. All that she ended up doing is getting poked in the ass by the corner of the coffee table. After hanging around for a few minutes downstairs with the less interesting people I headed upstairs to find Vicki.

I checked my room first but she wasn't there so I walked down the hall to the bathroom and knocked on the door, that is after making sure while I was in my room that all the lids of the cages were closed sufficiently. They were. The doorknob to the bathroom door turned and the door opened, I smiled. "Hey beautiful, are you alright?" I asked gently pulling her all the way out of the bathroom and into the hall with me. I pulled her close and held her in a hug.

"Yeah, I'm sorry." She told me apologizing which confused me, why the hell was she apologizing. It's not like she told the cameras to be there and take a million pictures a minute.

"Sorry for what, you didn't do anything wrong." I told her kissing her forehead; Vicki looked at me in the eyes.

"I freaked out about the cameras, I knew they'd be around but I freaked anyway's." She explained and I couldn't help but smile, she was apologizing for something that was out of her control. It was cute and would it be taking advantage of her if I tried to get her back to my room for a little naked fun time?

"Vicki, it doesn't matter. I don't care if you freak out and run around the house naked, actually I rather prefer that..." I said trailing off visualizing that for a moment or two before shaking that thought from my head. "Or end up baking a bazillion cookies because you think it'll help you feel better. I'll still want to be around you because you're kind of addictive." I told her. Vicki grinned and gave a quiet giggle.

"Like your own personal brand of heroin?" She asked me. I think I'm missing something, I could tell I was because she was acting like Cynthia, Amy and Lauren did the other day when they threw glitter on me and didn't tell me why.

"Actually I was thinking of something less deadly, like maybe coffee? Or doughnuts." I said offering up other suggestions in place of the drug.

"So I'm food then?" Vicki asked her eyebrows pulling together slightly.

"Yes," I grinned. "I can't survive without you."