Here's the next chapter. Look out for McFly's cover of Umbrella coming out. Its interesting..
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Part Four – SHUT UP BRENNA!

Then there was that silence again.

"So.." I started, but couldn't think of anything to finish with.

Think Bre, think!!!

Nope.

I got nothing.

"What do you like?" dad asked.

"Lot's of things" I shrugged, not able to understand completely what kind of things he was asking about.

"Music?" Dougie asked from a doorway he was leant up against. He had a towel around his waist and one around his head in the shape of a turban. I felt my jaw drop a little and had to mentally tell my brain to close it again. I simply nodded. "What kind?"

"All kinds. Very open minded." I spoke having to tear my eyes away from Dougie's naked torso. "I like older stuff better. Don't really like the techno that's around today.. I listen to mum's cd's all the time. The Blink 182 greatest hit's dad bought her for valentines day." I smiled. "I like to think I'm the female Travis Barker when I'm on my kit at home."

"You drum?" Harry asked rather eagerly

"Mum bought me my first kit when I was 6. I was damaging the pots and pans otherwise." I said. "I play a little bass too but mum won't pay for tutoring. Not very academic either. I did lousy in my exams. 'cept for music and drama."

"Which were what grades?" dad asked.

"Two A's. I was well proud. Mum wasn't. Said I hadn't tried hard enough. Gran agreed of course." I rolled my eyes. "B in art though."

"I was always like that." Dougie commented.

"I just couldn't concentrate. You know? I preferred drawing and writing my songs in lessons." I grinned. "I skived off a few times for the local recording studios as well."

"Harry, your kid is a badass. She must'a got that from Beth cause you were a swot." Dougie laughed.

"I know this is totally off subject but do you remember your first signing?" I asked.

"Not something you can forget really." Harry answered. "Why?"

"Well, I was only three, and Gran had took me shopping but I wandered off. I recognised you from a picture." I began.

"Were you the girl yelling daddy?" Dougie asked.

"I don't remember it much, but yes." I replied. "Gran and mum don't talk about it. I don't really know what happened."

"We all saw this little girl toddling towards us and she grabbed hold of Harry's leg. His face was priceless! kept repeating daddy over and over. See Haz, you do know her from somewhere." Dougie started to laugh.

"We had a photo taken" Harry wandered off into a room.

"What's he doing?" I asked Dougie as we both winced upon hearing things crashing to the floor in a nearby room.

"Making a mess" Dougie gave a sideways grin. "I know what photo he's looking for though."

"And that would be.." I urged him to continue.

"You'll see soon enough. You loved to pose." He replied and his grin grew.

Strange boy.

Man.

Thing.

Grrrr.

An hour later and Harry, I mean dad, was still searching for the photograph. Me and Dougie had wandered downstairs and decided upon pot noodles and taking the piss out of David Dickingson on bargain hunt. Of course Dougie had gotten dressed by this point. It was a good thing too. I couldn't help but stare anyway. The thought of him naked underneath that towel-

Gahhh Shut Up Brenna!!!

I must've fallen asleep whilst watching television. I jumped hearing Harry crash into the living room, yelling about his photograph. I lifted my head up from Dougie's shoulder and.. Dougie's shoulder? Oh dear lord I was nearly on top of him. Dad gave me an odd look as I removed my arm from on top of Dougie's chest and moved away, hardly noticing Dougie's arm recoiling from around my shoulders. Lord, this was quite embarrassing.