Stay Strong (A Script Fanfic) (Slow updates)

Chapter 11

Selena's POV

I didn't really know how to describe how I felt after singing Superheroes - that's what I think the song was called, at least, that's what it said in the book - with The Script. I knew one thing for certain though - I was a terrible pianist!
I had no choice but to drive everyone home in my car, seeing as they'd all had a couple of beers and I hadn't. I dropped Glen and Mark off at the flat the lads had rented for the holidays, but Danny insisted on seeing both me and Sam home safely, so he ended up staying for the ride home.

"I'm knackered!" Sam plopped onto the sofa and grabbed the tv remote as I closed the door. "Seriously, how do you guys do that every day? I wasn't even judging and I'm tired!" Danny chuckled as he settled himself in an armchair.

"Aye, it's exhausting," He replied, stifling a yawn. "What time is it?"

"Half six," I replied, glancing at the clock. "You look like you need coffee."

"Definitely!" Sam and Danny replied in unison and shared amused looks, and I raised an eyebrow.

"You," I pointed to Sam. "Know that you aren't allowed coffee. Doctor's orders!" I added as she opened her mouth to protest. "You can have hot chocolate instead." I took her silence as an answer and headed for the kitchen.

Danny's POV

Sometimes I really thought Lena could read minds. Not only did she know exactly when I needed coffee, but she also knew that takeaway was the perfect accompaniment. Nobody seem particularly up to cooking, and even though I would have volunteered, Lena was dead set against letting me near her kitchen. I personally didn't see what all the fuss was about.
"Just pick something to eat O'Donoghue!" She ordered, throwing a takeaway menu my way.

"Can we get Chinese?" Sam held up the menu she had. "I'm in the mood for noodles." There were no complaints, so we ordered that. Lena had chow mien, I got spring rolls, and Sam ordered some of those duck pancakes, but the portions were really big and we all ended up sharing anyway.

"I kinda feel bad that the lads aren't here," Lena commented, expertly twirling noodles onto her chopsticks and popping them into her mouth. I suppressed a laugh.

"Trust me, you don't. They'd eat you out of house and home!" I attempted to copy her movements with my own chopsticks, but dropped the noodles and frowned. Eventually I just stabbed a piece of chicken on the skewer and grinning at my own ingenuity. Just as the chicken reached my mouth, it fell off the chopstick and into my lap. "For fuck's sake!" Sam let out a laugh and Lena rolled her eyes in exasperation. I went to stand; "Right, screw this, I'm getting a fork!"

"No, you're not!" Lena set her jaw. "You can't eat Chinese with a fork. It's just not right!" I rolled my eyes and sat back down beside her.

"Fine." My sulky face began to make an appearance and Lena gave an exasperated sigh.

"Come here," She took the chopsticks from me and positioned them in her hand. "Like that, see?" Lena clicked the chopsticks together and picked up a manageable bite of noodles. "Think Kung Fu Panda!"
I opened my mouth in the hope that she'd feed me the noodles, but my hopes were dashed when Lena popped the noodles into her own mouth and chewed. Sam let out a laugh from her seat across the table and Lena smirked, handing me the chopsticks. "Your turn,"

"Stupid chopsticks," My muttering gave the two girls another excuse to laugh at me as I struggled to eat.

After what seemed like forever I finally cleaned my plate, and even though there was a lot of leftovers, none of us could manage any more. I was all for sitting on the couch with the two of them watching whatever crap was on the tv, but Sam and Lena insisted on watching a Christmas movie.