Transylvania Re-Mixed[21-Check Yes, No, But Not Maybe]Dougie Poynter

Today begins the official down hill spiral to the end of this wild tour, the final chapter in the Mcfly-Neon Napkins adventure, and I’m doing my hardest not to dwell on this fact. Dougie and I have spent two glorious weeks together and neither one of us wants to contemplate what will happen once this tour is over. I didn’t think it was possibly, but every second of every minute I’m falling for him even more. My mind is always wrapped up in thoughts revolving around his face, or his voice, or even his brooding silences. The days are always wonderful, even though the weather’s reached a new pitch in dreary with blankets of dirty snow caked onto the window’s of the bus. The cold temperature doesn’t make it to my heart again. I can’t remember ever being quite this happy, my cheeks are perpetually sore from smiling so much, and I dread the day it will all come to an end. Because I’m extremely careful to remind myself that this bliss can’t last forever, twenty-one more days and my paradise will come to a conclusion. Until then, I’m going to bathe myself in every moment I have with Dougie and my dreams. There’s still time to work out the long distance relationship details…still plenty of time.

“You’re thinking about him aren’t you?” Casey Jay shatters through my airy thoughts. I blink while resurfacing to the dimly lit dressing room, from the T.V. screen I can see Mcfly performing on stage. Dougie looks so perfect when he’s performing.

“When isn’t she thinking about Mr. Poynter?” Zeke pipes up snidely. She’s leaning against the door frame with a deep scowl on her face. Maybe it’s a play of the bad lighting, but she appears paler than normal. Casey Jay shots her a nervous glance that makes me uneasy also. During the past two weeks I’ve been spending most of my time…well, all of my time, with Dougie. Now that I’m alone with my band once again, I can feel the new tension in the atmosphere.

“Sorry, I was just spacing,” I say carefully, tip toeing around Zeke’s obviously sour mood. I honestly have no clue why she looks so sullen tonight. Zeke rolls her eyes and sneaks out the door, slamming it behind her with enough force to rattle the frame. I spin my eyes from Dave to Casey Jay bewildered.

“Have I missed something?” I ask after a few moments with both of them avoiding my gaze. Dave lowers his head further behind the glowing screen of his lap top and begins to type at an inhuman pace, Casey Jay sighs heavily.

“She’s feeling a bit…well, a bit like a soiled pair of knickers,” he says firmly, with a touch of annoyance in his tone.

“I’m not sure I understand your metaphor.”

“It’s just, Zeke feels like you’ve been kind of ignoring us lately…ever since you and Dougie hooked up, that is.” My eyes widen in surprise, sure I’ve been a little distant with them, but I haven’t been ignoring them. Just yesterday we all came together for a private, three hour rehearsal.

“That’s not true!” I cry indignantly. Dave’s finger’s falter for a moment and Casey Jay scratches the back of his neck uncomfortably. “You don’t feel the same way, do you?” I ask suspiciously. Dave closes his computer slowly and peers at me over his square-rimmed glasses calmly.

“Pia, we’re all thrilled that you and Dougie managed to work things out and…”

“And it’s been ages since we’ve seen you this light-hearted,” Casey Jay cuts in.

“But Zeke’s anger isn’t all that irrational,” Dave finishes. I’m not exactly sure whether to be upset by their words or guilty, the two emotions are battling out inside me and suddenly I wish Dougie was here. Oh no, am I becoming too dependent on him? Are they right, am I ignoring them?

“This is ridiculous!” I stand up quickly and begin to pace the room furiously. It’s difficult to listen to their words, because it’s threatening my state of utter joy and I don’t know how much I really like that. “When have I ditched any of you for Dougie?” Casey Jay rubs the heel of his boot into the wood floor and refuses to look at me, but Dave is still absolutely calm.

“Example one; I asked you to proof read one of my articles for The Guild, but you couldn’t because you were going sightseeing with Dougie.”

“But I invited you to come,” I argue forcefully, trying to prove the point more to myself then to them.

“Example two; Casey Jay wanted to share one of his new songs, but you were too preoccupied going to a CD signing with Dougie.”

“I listened to the new song at the rehearsal yesterday!” My argument is growing weaker as the guilt begins to deflate me.

“Example three; when was the last time you sat down and had a good conversation with Zeke?” Dave’s eyes are stern, but not judgmental. I feel as though he’s physically hurting me though. He’s right about example three, Zeke and I haven’t had a decent chat in ages.

“Well, communication is a two way street, you know?” I snap sharply, realizing defeat but refusing to admit my flaws.

“Pia…”Dave begins quietly.

“What do you want me to do? Break up with Dougie, because you three are feeling a bit less important? That doesn’t seem hardly fair.”

“It isn’t fair that your letting us become your second priority for a man you’ve known only for a few months either,” Casey Jay suddenly bursts out passionately. I stare at him in surprise and can feel a blush rising to my cheeks.

“I love him,” I mumble, defending myself hopelessly.

“Yeah, well, we thought you loved us too.” Casey Jay’s voice is dull now, and loaded with hurt.

“Jay Babe, I…”

“I should go find Zeke,” he says quickly before darting out of the room. Now who’s the one avoiding people? I stand frozen in the middle of the dressing room as my happiness leaks slowly through the puncture wounds made by Zeke and Casey Jay’s observation. Dave lays a sturdy hand on my shoulder and I shrug him off huffily. None of this is fair. I finally find some form of contentment and they’re going to shred it to pieces out of jealousy.

“Don’t go getting mad now,” Dave warns.

“Why can’t I just do something right for once?” I exclaim desperately. “Every time things start looking up there’s just another blow, Houdini.”

“Hasn’t anyone told you life isn’t easy?” I fall back onto the couch and bury my face in my hands. If only Dougie were here he’d tell me everything was okay, he’d make me laugh with some stupid joke.

“Sure, but they didn’t tell me life would turn out to my enemy.” Dave sits beside me and waits for my irritation to die down before he continues.

“We aren’t mad at you, at least Casey Jay and I aren’t. It’s just this entire relationship with Dougie sprung up so fast and unexpectedly. I think Zeke’s afraid of losing you to him.”

“But why?” I groan, trying to rationalize my insane friend’s logic. “I’m not going anywhere.” Dave smiles briefly.

“Because you do love him, and she’s probably worried you won’t…that you won’t come back with us when this tour is over.” I examine Dave’s expression and frown.

“And you think the same thing, don’t you?”

“Pia, have you ever considered that this was just a fling? Because I don’t want you to make a rash decision and then regret it later.” I can feel my indignation rising once again as he ignores my question and makes this new accusation.

“Is that what the three of you think, that this is just a ‘fling’? Is it so hard to believe I may actually love Dougie?”

“Yes, it is,” Dave answers honestly.

“You’re wrong.” Dave shrugs jerkily and pulls his computer back onto this lap.

“Maybe, just talk to Zeke, please?”

“Fine,” I consent grumpily. The dressing room door flies open and Mcfly topples in, Dougie in the lead. He swoops me up in his sweaty arms and kisses me excitedly. My mood brightens instantly at the sight of his flushed, boyish face, and the past few minutes are erased almost completely. But at the cautious look in Dave’s eyes, I’m reminded of them vaguely. Casey Jay’s words, Zeke’s anger, and Dave’s logic trail after me as Dougie pulls me away through the back doors. So much for happily ever after’s, writers for Disney are all liars.