Woot. You guys. Saw McFly on Friday night. Was a fair bit awesome. I shant say much, I don't want to spoil the gig for other fans by my endless ramblings. So, I'll make this brief.
YUM.FIT.BAND.MCFLY.WEEEEE.
I think that clears it all up.
Here's the next chapter.

xoxox

Chapter Seventeen

Okay, so instead of boring you with all of my happenings with Douglette over the week... Yes, he's earnt himself a nickname. I got fed up of being 'Young Judd' all the while. I did warn him what would happen if he didn't stop. Cuhh... So yes... instead of boring you with all of the kissing and the cuddling and the general "Oh, lets not ever part from each others sight, not even for the bathroom.".. I'm cutting straight to the point.

"Your dad is a tit." Dougie exclaimed, slamming the phone down. I was meant to be packing my bags that day. Dad had decided he and mum wouldn't be returning from their little holiday for another day. Not really a decision of his own, but the flight had been cancelled. And being as there was no flight from wherever they'd buggered off to till tomorrow, they were stuck. I don't think I was all that bothered. "They can't get back by tonight."

"You make it sound as if you want rid of me." I said.

Seriously.

It did sound that way.

I was rather hurt actually.

Knob.

"I do have a key. I'll go now if you like." I mumbled

"No..." He raised an eyebrow at me and sat with me on the sofa, snaking an arm around my shoulders. "McFly have been asked to attend a premiere. What's the point if only three turn up?"

"Well, just take someone else and say his flight got delayed. It's a no brainer." I replied bluntly.

That was a rather simple solution..
Wasn't it?
Or am I imagining?
A super genius wouldn't be needed for that now..

"You could come." He announced to the room, that consisted of me, him and the lizards in the tank.

"Why would I want to?" I asked plainly.

"It's the red carpet." He said. "The red carpet!"
"And who would you say I was?" I asked.

"You'll be going as Harry Judd's daughter, great friends of McFly." Dougie answered. "Because that's who you are... unless you are an imposter. Which would make it a lot more easier to date you. Less hot, but easier. Less fun as well."
"Doug? Trailing off the subject, mate." I laughed. "but I'd need to dress fancy. I don't do fancy."
"You're hot whatever you wear. Go naked. I wouldn't care." He shrugged, smirking.

"But wouldn't you be jealous of all the men gawping at me?" I pouted.

"I'd be one of them." He grinned, he paused seeing the frown upon my face. "Well, just wear what you want!"
"I will." I stated. "When is it?"

"Eight o'clock." He said.

I looked at the clock. It was only Five.

"Oh, okay." I leant back into him once more and pulled my feet and legs up onto the sofa, getting comfortable.

"Aren't you going to get ready?" Dougie asked.

"It's only five o'clock. I'd be ready in fifteen minutes." I said.

Daft boy.

"Now, this, is why you're the perfect girl." He sighed, trailing his hand up and down my waist before walking his fingers under my top.

"Any further, Poynter, and you won't see those fingers again." I said quite calmly. The movement stopped, his hand rested quite comfortably under my shirt on my stomach.

"But she doesn't want to." Dougie complained into his phone. The argument had been rather drawn out for the past half an hour. He'd only rang management to tell them I'd be taking my dad's place at the premier. "She's not a dressy kind of girl. No, she's not a boy, she just... No... I could ask... She'll say no though. Oh come on, that's really not fair. Fine. I'll tell her."

Oh dear.

He's not looking too pleased.

It's bad news.

"It looks like tonight you'll have to look like a girl." Dougie said to me. I frowned and tried my best to understand what he meant by that. Do I not look like a girl already? "You have to frock up."

"I have to what up?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Frock up. Dress up. Be formal." He shrugged. "Or you can't go."

"That's not fair!" I stated.

"I know." He sighed.

"Well, what are you wearing?" I asked.

"Don't know. I'll find something. I have about twelve suits to choose from." Dougie shrugged.

"But I don't have anything fancy to wear." I sulked.

"Management are sending Gabrielle round. She fumbles around with clothes a lot. She's bringing you some stuff to choose from." Was his reply.

"What if I don't like them?" I frowned.

"Will you stop acting like a fcking teenager?!" He exclaimed top of his voice.

"I am a teenager." I got up from the sofa. "You seem to forget that a lot."

He didn't bother saying anything in reply.

I stormed off upstairs for half an hour as I recall, waiting for Gabrielle to arrive.

To be quite honest, I was being awkward for the sake of being awkward.

And what was so wrong with me being a teenager anyway?

If he expects me to grow up just like that, then he's got another thing coming.

He's going to regret he said that.

I'll make sure of it.