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I have kept this chapter fairly sombre but I promise much silliness planned for next chapter!

Still don't own them.

John made his way downstairs very quietly. He took a quick glimpse into the lounge where his Father was sitting on the sofa with his back to the stairs watching a re-run of Virgil's performance – wig, leg warmers and all. John had to admit that his had the dance moves down to a 'T' and wouldn't have liked to have guessed how many times he had to watch the music video to get each move as precise as he did. As embarrassing as he thought it was to be seen with him when 'he was in character' he loved his brother dearly and enjoyed having him around even if he did remind him of Mr Pricklepants when he is full thespian form.

John crept out of the house and shut the door quietly behind him, stuffing his hands in his pockets then setting out to see Katherine. As he walked down the lane he was trying to make sense of what just happened. He had phoned her asking her to come over, then she went psycho and hung up. 'Yep,' he thought, 'And I'm still none the wiser to what I am supposed to have said or done!'

Even though he knew that Scott was a bit more 'experienced' than he was he didn't know if keeping Kat happy for the sake of his own needs would be wise. He had always thought of himself as a bit of 'Cryer' when it came to girls, 'but hey, what do I know?' he said to himself still thinking. He recalled one night walking in on Scott and a girl while their Father was away on business, he could hear grunting and groaning as he approached his brothers bedroom door, which was slightly ajar. As John walked into his room he thought Scott was having a bad dream or something, only when he tapped Scott on the shoulder he saw a girl underneath him, John couldn't get out of the room fast enough. 'Well Scotty, at least we're even now,' he thought as he approached Katherine's front door.

He knocked. No reply. He knocked again. Still no reply.

He could see the telly on through the window. 'I hope she's not ignoring me' he thought. He then remembered that her room was round the back of the house and had a bit of a balcony. He made his way round to where her room was. 'Now, how am I going to get up there?' asking himself, then almost immediately spotting a drainpipe. Looking to the heavens and shaking his head.

"You don't like me very much do you?" looking at the drainpipe again, "Ah well, here goes nothing!"

He was half way shimmying himself up the drainpipe, when he realised that this is why you have to climb rope in gym. It's for practising climbing up your girlfriend's drainpipe when she's in a mood with you. Although it would have been better if they grew prickly plants up the ropes just to make it more realistic, he thought. By the time he had got to the top he was in a less than good mood. He looked through the bay doors she was sat on her bed with her head in her hands, from what he could tell she was crying.

John tapped gently on the door. She lifted her head from her hands looking puzzled as she turned to the door. Seeing John she sat there for a moment not moving.

'Please let me in' he thought anxiously.

Eventually she wiped away the tears from her face and stood up and walked over to the door unlocking it and opening to let John in.

"John?" she said. "Why didn't you come to the front door?"

"Do you not think that was my first port of call? And why O why do your parents feel it necessary to grow prickly plants up your drainpipe?"

"Probably to stop AWOL boyfriends climbing up it," she said.

"Kat, I wouldn't be climbing up if it wasn't for that phone call earlier! Why did you tell me to forget it? What's up with you?" he asked desperately trying to understand what he had done.

"I'm sorry, John it's not really what you have done, I only wanted for me and you to spend time together. Just me and you," she said as another tear escaped her eye.

"Oh Kat," John said pulling her into a cuddle, "I am here now," he said rubbing her back.

"Does this mean your free tonight after all?" She asked hopingly.

"Not really, Scott's covering for me, my Dad wants to spend some time with us all tonight. You are invited though," he said looking at her face and smiling.

"Okay," she said sighing sounding really disappointed. He caught her by surprise by planting soft kisses on her lips and down her neck. "John, I didn't think….," she stopped as she was cut off by John.

"Sshhhh," he said between kisses, "No talking," he mumbled into her neck.

She aroused him so much. Just kissing her and feeling her body, feeling her nipples through her top, he pulled her closer to him so she could feel how much he was turned on by her. His mouth had started to go dry, in a moment of impulse he gently pushed his body towards hers so she was lying on her bed. He was stood leaning over her kissing her all over her body through her clothes desperately wanting to rip them all off. Sliding his hands up her thighs until he reached her panties pulling them off looking carefully at what he was doing.

Undoing his belt and pushing his trousers down just far enough so he could push himself into her, feeling pleased that he had got it right first attempt this time. Standing at the end of her bed thrusting gently while holding onto her hips, he didn't want to hurt her.

After a while they climaxed together collapsing into each other's arms.

"Hey, Stargazer," she said cuddling up to him on the bed, "How come you came over tonight if you thought I was mad at you?"

"For exactly that reason, I don't want you to be mad at me, Kat, I love you," he said.

"So aren't you going to be late for your family do?" she said smiling feeling all warm and happy inside.

"Oh Crap-o-la, I completely forgot!" he said suddenly panicking, "I had better go, you want to come? No doubt Virgil is on his hundredth performance from Flash dance!"

"Sounds interesting!"

"Come on then I will tell you all about it on the way."

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