His Name Is... Dougie

Chapter 21*

"Olivia," a soft voice whispered into my ear. I was not going to leave this bed. "Olivia," the voice said again. I knew it was Dougie but I wasn't going to leave the bed, it was too comfortable. "I'll keep doing this until you answer me, Olivia."

I shot my eyes open, Dougie was laying right beside me. I  snarled at him, "You couldn't give me two more minutes?"

"I gave you an extra hour," he told me. "Now get up, you need to have breakfast while it's still mildly warm."

Being lethargic, I asked Dougie to help me out of his bed. He scooped me up from under his covers and set me down on the edge of his bed. I stretched and yawned and looked over at Dougie who was looking in his closet for a shirt I assumed since his back was bare.

My eyes were fixated on his back and I really didn't mean to do so but I couldn't look away. He threw on a gray shirt that hugged his arms and chest. "You have to wear a shirt for breakfast?" I questioned.

"Yeah." Dougie nodded. "Freddie hates it when I don't wear a shirt, he complains. My mom starts getting after me, while my dad just sits there, drinking his coffee and reading the paper," he explained.

"You should probably take your jersey off, too," he told me.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why?"

"Pancakes have syrup. Syrup can be taken off of clothes but it still shows up on white clothes - like the jersey."

"I get you," I said. I walked over to my suitcase, Dougie met me there. "I'll meet you in the kitchen in a few minutes." Dougie put his arm around my shoulder while he kissed my forehead.

Dougie closed the door tight behind him when he left. I stripped off my jersey and combed my hair. I also took a few minutes to get more awake. I opened the door and walked down the hallway. I stopped when I saw some pictures on their wall. Most of the photos were of Dougie and Freddie.

They were possibly the closest brothers I've ever seen. I wish I had that type of a relationship with my brothers. I haven't talked to them for a long time. It's been killing me that I haven't seen them since I moved to Boston... two years ago.

I took a deep breath. I went down the stairs and towards the kitchen. When I walked into the room, I was greeted to Dougie and Freddie fighting with each other over who was going to get the last piece of bacon.

I dished up on two pancakes. I was growing bored of their banter and took my fork and stole the bacon from both of them.

Freddie's eyes went wide when he saw me taking the last piece of bacon. "She just stole the bacon!" Freddie exclaimed.

"I was hungry," I responded as I took a bite of the bacon.

"You stole the bacon!"

I bit into another piece of the bacon, "That's what happens when you don't save me any," I sassed.

"I need the energy... I do have a game today. You should know that," Freddie stated.

I smiled, "I'm well aware of it."

"Then give me the past piece of bacon!" Freddie yelled. I quickly stuffed it into my mouth and began to chew, "Prepare to sleep with one eye open." Freddie threatened. I gave him a thin-lipped smile before I swallowed the last bite of bacon.

Freddie watched me finish my bacon; he had his arms crossed over his chest. He was shaking his head at me.

Lynn walked into the room and noticed me. "How did you sleep last night?" Lynn asked me.

I looked at Lynn, "Really good..." I told her.

"You mean he has a soft body? Whoops, I mean body?" Freddie smirked, I rolled my eyes.