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Along Came a Spider
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PG-13
PonterJudd
"Harry!" Doguie's voice cut through the silence of the house. "Harry!"
The drummers eye’s shot open as he shot up in bed. Roughly he ripped back the blankets and place his feet hastily on the floor. “HARRY!” Dougie’s shriek came again.
Harry swung his bedroom door open, still half dazed from his “wake up call“, he staggered and fumbled his way down the hall to the bassist’s room.
“Whasamatter!?” Harry flung himself over the threshold and flipping on the lights, eyes wide and searching for any sort of blood splatter. But there was nothing suspicious, nothing out of place, besides Dougie that is. The blond, perched atop his bed, face contorted in fear and what looked like pure helplessness. Once his eyes found Harry’s his lips began to move. He was speaking so quickly that the drummer was having some difficulty making out any other words then “sleeping”, “my arm”, and “HUGE!”
“Dougie slow down.” Harry instructed, the boy’s words stopping, “Now slowly this time, tell me what happened. “
The blonds shaky breath let Harry know that this was going to be interesting, but when was anything ever dull with Dougie?
“I was sleeping,” he started. “Then there was this tickle on my arm. I thought it was you or Danny messing around. So I looked down at my arm and there it was, this HUGE spider, crawling on me and-.”
Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing, standing at the foot of Dougie’s bed, at 3:36 in the morning, clad only in his boxers and a look of disbelief he realized that the only reason he almost had a heart attack minutes earlier was because Dougie saw a bug. “You mean to tell me you were screaming bloody fucking murder because of a spider?”
Dougie started at his duvet, “Yes” he said simply. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“You should have killed it and went back to bed. There was no need to wake me up.” The drummer didn’t mean to be irritable, but the truth be told he was tierd. “So get down off the bed and go back to sleep.”
“But I don’t know where it went. He could come back and-and crawl into my ear and lay eggs in my brain!”
“So you want me to find it and kill it for you? You are more then capable of doing that yourself.” Harry turned and went to the door, “I am going back to sleep, goodnight.” He was almost in the hall, almost free and then the blond did the one thing, that one thing that Harry couldn’t get ignore.
“Please Harry.” The whine carried through the air with the sole purpose to make the drummer do anything that Dougie pleased. Reluctantly Harry stopped, hand on the door knob, so close to freedom, he turned around staring at Dougie. The blonds face graced with a pout, eyes glistening with unshed tears( crocodile tears, no doubt.) “Please.” he repeated, and that was it, he was right where the bassist wanted him.
Harry trudged back into the room, “Where did you last see it?” he said exasperatedly. The blond pointed to the floor beside the bed, “There”
Getting to his knees, Harry lifted the bed skirt, peering into the darkness. There was no mammoth spider to be seen, “It’s not here Dougs. Maybe it went-” Harry stopped, looking up at Dougie from the floor, eyes resting on his leg. “Dougie, don’t move.”
“Why? What’s wrong- HOLY SHIT! GET IT OFF!” The spider had infact made it’s reappearance and was currently crawling up the bassist’s calf. Harry was surprised that no one else had woken up, due to Dougie’s shrieks, but nonetheless he slowly got up, hand reaching out and knocking the spider off the boys skin. The creature hit the floor, quickly trying to scurry to safety. “Give me a shoe!” Harry called.
The blond hopped off the mattress, searching for the item needed. Once his fingers closed around the rubber sole of one of his white Etnies he hurled it to Harry, the brunette catching it and bring it down onto what he thought was the spider. “Damn it!” He yelled when he missed the bug.
“Don’t tap it, whack it!” Dougie called, the bassist bouncing with a mix a fear, elation and laughter that was threatening to spill out. For it was indeed a scene to be laughed at, Harry crawling around the floor, shoe in hand, swatting away at a tiny spider.
With one final blow, the spider was dead and the drummer was on his feet, walking toward Dougie. The shoe was held out in front of him, pointing at the bassist. “Next time,” he started, irritation apparent in his voice, “call Danny.” But Dougie didn’t listen, he was too busy pushing the shoe out of Harry’s hand, and wrapping his arms around him. “Thank you!” he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of the brunettes neck.
Harry’s arms wound themselves around the bassist’s waist, pulling the boy closer. The drummer couldn’t stay angry, not when Dougie was wrapped around him like that. “Harry?” the blonds muffled voice asked. “What if there were more?”
“More what?”
“More spiders.”
Sighing, Harry pulled back he knew what the blond really wanted and it was easier just to give it to him then to stand there in the middle of the night beating around the proverbial bush. So he just smiled at Dougie as he asked, “Why don't you sleep in my room? We can sort out the rest in the morning.”
Nodding enthusiastically Dougie said "Fine by me"
"Okay then."
Dougie followed harry out if his room and down the hall, the blond smiling to himself the whole way. If the truth be told, he wasn’t even afraid of spiders.
1/1
PG-13
PonterJudd
"Harry!" Doguie's voice cut through the silence of the house. "Harry!"
The drummers eye’s shot open as he shot up in bed. Roughly he ripped back the blankets and place his feet hastily on the floor. “HARRY!” Dougie’s shriek came again.
Harry swung his bedroom door open, still half dazed from his “wake up call“, he staggered and fumbled his way down the hall to the bassist’s room.
“Whasamatter!?” Harry flung himself over the threshold and flipping on the lights, eyes wide and searching for any sort of blood splatter. But there was nothing suspicious, nothing out of place, besides Dougie that is. The blond, perched atop his bed, face contorted in fear and what looked like pure helplessness. Once his eyes found Harry’s his lips began to move. He was speaking so quickly that the drummer was having some difficulty making out any other words then “sleeping”, “my arm”, and “HUGE!”
“Dougie slow down.” Harry instructed, the boy’s words stopping, “Now slowly this time, tell me what happened. “
The blonds shaky breath let Harry know that this was going to be interesting, but when was anything ever dull with Dougie?
“I was sleeping,” he started. “Then there was this tickle on my arm. I thought it was you or Danny messing around. So I looked down at my arm and there it was, this HUGE spider, crawling on me and-.”
Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing, standing at the foot of Dougie’s bed, at 3:36 in the morning, clad only in his boxers and a look of disbelief he realized that the only reason he almost had a heart attack minutes earlier was because Dougie saw a bug. “You mean to tell me you were screaming bloody fucking murder because of a spider?”
Dougie started at his duvet, “Yes” he said simply. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“You should have killed it and went back to bed. There was no need to wake me up.” The drummer didn’t mean to be irritable, but the truth be told he was tierd. “So get down off the bed and go back to sleep.”
“But I don’t know where it went. He could come back and-and crawl into my ear and lay eggs in my brain!”
“So you want me to find it and kill it for you? You are more then capable of doing that yourself.” Harry turned and went to the door, “I am going back to sleep, goodnight.” He was almost in the hall, almost free and then the blond did the one thing, that one thing that Harry couldn’t get ignore.
“Please Harry.” The whine carried through the air with the sole purpose to make the drummer do anything that Dougie pleased. Reluctantly Harry stopped, hand on the door knob, so close to freedom, he turned around staring at Dougie. The blonds face graced with a pout, eyes glistening with unshed tears( crocodile tears, no doubt.) “Please.” he repeated, and that was it, he was right where the bassist wanted him.
Harry trudged back into the room, “Where did you last see it?” he said exasperatedly. The blond pointed to the floor beside the bed, “There”
Getting to his knees, Harry lifted the bed skirt, peering into the darkness. There was no mammoth spider to be seen, “It’s not here Dougs. Maybe it went-” Harry stopped, looking up at Dougie from the floor, eyes resting on his leg. “Dougie, don’t move.”
“Why? What’s wrong- HOLY SHIT! GET IT OFF!” The spider had infact made it’s reappearance and was currently crawling up the bassist’s calf. Harry was surprised that no one else had woken up, due to Dougie’s shrieks, but nonetheless he slowly got up, hand reaching out and knocking the spider off the boys skin. The creature hit the floor, quickly trying to scurry to safety. “Give me a shoe!” Harry called.
The blond hopped off the mattress, searching for the item needed. Once his fingers closed around the rubber sole of one of his white Etnies he hurled it to Harry, the brunette catching it and bring it down onto what he thought was the spider. “Damn it!” He yelled when he missed the bug.
“Don’t tap it, whack it!” Dougie called, the bassist bouncing with a mix a fear, elation and laughter that was threatening to spill out. For it was indeed a scene to be laughed at, Harry crawling around the floor, shoe in hand, swatting away at a tiny spider.
With one final blow, the spider was dead and the drummer was on his feet, walking toward Dougie. The shoe was held out in front of him, pointing at the bassist. “Next time,” he started, irritation apparent in his voice, “call Danny.” But Dougie didn’t listen, he was too busy pushing the shoe out of Harry’s hand, and wrapping his arms around him. “Thank you!” he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of the brunettes neck.
Harry’s arms wound themselves around the bassist’s waist, pulling the boy closer. The drummer couldn’t stay angry, not when Dougie was wrapped around him like that. “Harry?” the blonds muffled voice asked. “What if there were more?”
“More what?”
“More spiders.”
Sighing, Harry pulled back he knew what the blond really wanted and it was easier just to give it to him then to stand there in the middle of the night beating around the proverbial bush. So he just smiled at Dougie as he asked, “Why don't you sleep in my room? We can sort out the rest in the morning.”
Nodding enthusiastically Dougie said "Fine by me"
"Okay then."
Dougie followed harry out if his room and down the hall, the blond smiling to himself the whole way. If the truth be told, he wasn’t even afraid of spiders.