Part 05; If At First You Don't Succeed, Try Try Again.

The rest of the day seemed to fly by. Tomorrow, Danny and Alex would be coming over … it made me a little nervous, to be honest. It wasn't like I was going to be able to recognize them. They knew me, well, the me before I lost my memory. And that scared me. Dougie had encouraged me to relax and not to worry about it, but it was a bit hard.

We were sitting on the couch, watching a movie. It was getting late, and I constantly dozed off during the movie. I had gotten lost long ago, the plot being a bit tangled. Dougie nudged me again, making sure I was awake. I yawned, blinking sleepily.

"I'm awake, I'm awake." It was obvious that I had been dozing. Dougie laughed softly, rolling his eyes.

"It's late, you should go to bed." he suggested, playing with my ponytail again. It didn't sound like such a bad idea. I decided to listen and head off to bed, getting up. Hugging Dougie, I told him good night. I went down the hall, turning to the bathroom. Washing my face and brushing my teeth, I yawned again. I didn't know what I had done to tire myself so. Shuffling to the bedroom, I opened the door and didn't bother turning on the light. There was enough light from the hall for me to find my way to bed without too many injuries. Slipping under the covers, the bed was cold. Curling up some, I turned on my side. I couldn't quite fall asleep with so many thoughts floating around in my head.

I was still getting used to this "new" life that I would be leading. I felt like I was standing in the way of someone else, like I was taking another girl's spot. Though, I had to admit I did like this new life. It would just take a little getting used to. But, my body wanted sleep, so my pondering was cut short…

The creaking of mattress springs woke me up, I looked over my shoulder to see what it was. Dougie had gone to bed. I rolled back over, a shiver went through me from the cool air.

"Did I wake you up?" he whispered, moving into a comfortable position next to me. Yes. Obviously. Being sarcastic came to mind, but I didn't dare. I knew he didn't mean to, so I shouldn't be mean to him.

"Kinda." I murmured back. It was dark and quiet in the house, so it should have been easy to fall back asleep. However, it wasn't.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to." he replied, sounding like a little boy.

"It's fine." I assured him. Silence fell between us and I closed my eyes, trying to focus on falling asleep. Dougie shyly took my hand, squeezing mine gently. I squeezed his back, smiling. And for some odd reason, I was easily able to fall asleep.

The soft rays of morning sun warmed my back. Sleepily, I opened my eyes to see the face of my fiancé, still fast asleep. I was curled up next to Doug, still holding his hand like I had when I fell asleep. Sitting up, I got out of the bed and stood. Stretching, I yawned. It was early, seeing as the sun was still very low in the sky. Shuffling to the bathroom, I took a quick shower. I wrapped a towel around me and dried my hair as quiet as I could, trying not to wake Dougie up. When I finished, I put away the dryer and went back to the bedroom, straight to the wardrobe. I got dressed, choosing comfort over fashion with a pair of faded jeans and a light grey tank top. One of Dougie's shirts fell off the hanger while I was putting things back. Picking it up, I studied the blue and white plaid. I liked it, and it smelled wonderful. "He wouldn't mind, would he?" I smiled, looking at him. He was still asleep, so I took his silence to be him agreeing. Shrugging it on, I left the bedroom. I was fairly hungry, yet unsure of what to make.

Walking into the kitchen, I made a pot of coffee, still deciding on which way I liked it. I had tried different types since my accident, although I had been told I liked coffee with lots of milk and sugar. So far, I liked it the best black with sugar. Sitting on the counter, I patiently awaited the coffeepot to finish brewing. It was bright and cheerful in the kitchen, even without any lights on. The coffee pot beeped and I pushed off the counter. The smell of coffee was enticing, filling the room.

"You're up early." Dougie yawned, shuffling into the kitchen. He ran a hand through his hair, though it did little to fix it. I looked at the clock, pouring my coffee. Early wasn't exactly the right word… It was right at 11:45 am. I hopped back up on the counter, tasting my concoction. Very strong, but I liked it that way.

"Depends on what you call early. It's almost noon." I laughed softly. Blowing on the steaming liquid, small tendrils of steam billowed away. Sipping on the coffee, I studied Dougie some more. It was very obvious he had just woken up, considering he was still in a t-shirt and boxers, not to mention his groggy [yet strangely attractive] "morning" voice.

"Ah. Seems like you're still wearing my shirts. Some things never change." He winked at me, sitting on the counter next to me. He laughed, which made me in turn start laughing.

"It's comfy." I grinned, just a tad embarrassed. I wasn't lying, it was warm and soft. I leaned my head back, drinking the last of my cup. Setting it in the sink, I rinsed it out and left it to dry. "Do you want me to make you something? Surely, you're hungry."

"Well… I'm not really hungry. And if I eat later, then I won't have any room for dinner. So I'll wait." He kissed my cheek, hopping off the counter. I looked at the clock again. Danny and Alex would be over in awhile. I took a deep breath, knowing there would be a lot to do between now and then. Doug went to go take a shower and get dressed. The phone rang, I froze. I heard the shower running, so Dougie definitely didn't hear it. I would have to answer, but I was afraid that it was going to be someone that didn't know about my accident. Taking a deep breath, I picked up the phone, answering in a small voice.

"Jenna? Is that you?" The voice on the other line seemed surprised. I didn't recognize the voice, which made me nervous. It was a male, which made me think it would probably be for Dougie.

"Um, yes. It's me." I replied shyly. I fiddled with my hair, feeling a bit awkward.

"Great! It's Danny." He laughed heartily. I was about to answer when Danny added, "Doug around?"

"Um, Dougie's in the shower." I felt a little better, Danny didn't seem to notice that I didn't recognize him. Even though I knew he had to know, being one of Dougie's best friends and bandmate.

"Ah, well, tell him that we'll be over in an hour, yeah? Can you do that?" There was a loud sound on his line. I wondered what it was, but didn't ask.

"Sure." It wouldn't be that hard of a task. Just tell Doug that they'd be over later. It wasn't like it was one of the Herculean Labours. I resisted the temptation to roll my eyes, but I knew that he was just being nice, so there was no use.

"Thanks, see you later!" He hung up and I did the same. Setting the phone down, I went back to the bedroom, looking for Doug. I heard the shower stop for a few seconds. Dougie stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. I studied him approvingly. Kinda sucks that I don't remember him, he's pretty cute.

"What's with you?" Dougie laughed, noticing my staring. My mind blanked for a moment, Fuck, what was I saying again?

"Oh. Umm, Danny just called. They're going to be over in an hour." I stammered. Dougie nodded, a grin playing on his lips.

"That's great. Just enough time." he smiled. A small silence fell between us, unusually awkward too. I bit my lip and was about to leave, but Dougie grabbed my arm as I passed him. He blushed, lowering his head. Okay… well this is different. Normally, I was the one to be embarrassed, not him. Quite a role reversal. "I was… God, this is awkward." He sighed. I giggled, biting my lip. "I, uh, I kinda wanted to try something… If it bothers you, go ahead get mad and slap me and push me all you want. But, don't say I didn't try." I got a general idea of what he was eluding to… but it still confused me. What good would it do?

"Well, okay then… Go ahead." I whispered. This can't possibly end well. I immediately tried to shake off the pessimistic feeling. Positive. Be positive.

Dougie pulled me a little closer to him. Little red flags went up by instinct, but I pushed them away. Being this close, I noticed how blue his eyes were. Why hadn't I noticed how beautiful they were? "I'm afraid to frighten you," he whispered, breaking my train of thought. I shook my head, not answering. Dougie gently kissed me, and everything felt completely natural. There were sparks, oh boy, there were sparks. I had another feeling of déjà vu, but I ignored it. I felt my heart beat sky rocket. Doug wrapped an arm around my waist. The doorbell rang loudly, then again… and again. Dougie pulled back, not very pleased. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "Danny…"

"Someone's early." I laughed softly. "Finish getting ready." I stepped back, a grin on my lips. I felt like laughing, but I wasn't sure why. Doug laughed, shaking his head.

"It's just my luck."