My mother's words took a while to sink in, until I saw a tall, blonde boy shutting the front door behind her.
"W-what is he doing here?!" I gasped.
"Well that's not a very nice way to treat our new house guest." My mum frowned.
"House guest!" I spluttered.
"Well, you know about how Tom's family are going to America for a few weeks and they needed someone to look after Tom, so I insisted straight away! Tom, you obviously know your way around the house. But Dougie, I'm going to have to ask you to get out the spare bed and put it in your room." She said.
"He's sleeping in my room?" I asked, glaring at her.
She glared back and sent me a look telling me to be nice.
"Alright fine." I mumbled, walking upstairs, hearing Tom follow me.
I went into my room and Tom put his several bags on my bed.
"Can I help with anything?" He asked quietly, obviously feeling awkward, as was I.
"Going downstairs would be fine whilst I do it on my own thanks." I said coldly.
He shrugged but left the room without a word.
A while later I had rearranged my room to fit Tom's bed in and also moved all of my belongings and put them on one side of the room to give him space – see, I'm a nice friend! He's just a selfish bastard for not letting me have my own choice of friends!
"Dougie, dinner!" I heard my mum yell upstairs. I doubt I'd see Tom much and he'd just stay downstairs every day.
I slowly went downstairs and walked over to the kitchen table.
"You're sitting next to Tom." My mum said as I sighed and sat in the seat.
I slowly began to eat the spaghetti, not looking up from my bowl.
"Have you sorted out your room?" My mum asked.
"Okay, so Tom, you know you can now go up whenever you want as it's your room as well now." She smiled at him.
I sighed, guess I'll be seeing a lot more of the one person I really didn't want to see.
After dinner, Tom had decided to go up to 'our' room to unpack his clothes whilst Jazzie went round a friend's house for the night.
"Dougie, a word." My mum said just as I was about to escape into the living room.
I sighed and turned around. "What?"
"What have you and Tom been arguing about?"
"Nothing." I muttered.
"It's obviously something or you wouldn't be acting this way, I want you to be nice."
"Whatever." I mumbled, losing the argument.
I decided to quickly go up and get my phone to tell my friends about my lovely house guest. I slowly pushed the door open, hoping Tom wasn't getting dressed or something.
He was crouched by one of his bags on the floor, pulling out clothes and putting them in neat piles.
I avoided eye contact with him and walked over to my bed, reaching for my phone.
"It rang a few minutes ago." He said, making me turn my head.
"Did you answer it?" I asked.
He shook his head. "They'll just call back, won't they?" He said, turning to me, glaring.
I left the room looking through my phone. I saw some missed calls, the one Tom saw, from Harry, 3 minutes ago.
I sighed, that must be why he's suddenly angrier. I went on to call Harry back, whilst absentmindedly walking into Jazzie's empty room, in need of a privet conversation.
"Hey." He said, answering the phone.
"Hi, what's up?" I asked.
"Nothing really, just bored."
"You know what, me too. Come on over, we'll have a manly sleepover as I missed the last one. I kind of have something to tell you too."
"Okay, I'll get Thomas to drop me. Have you told your mum, cos she hasn't met me yet."
I shook my head then realized he couldn't see me. "No, I'll just say you're a friend for now."
"Alright, see you in a bit then."
"Bye." I said, hanging up.
I opened Jazzie's door and walked right into a blonde haired figure.
"I was just going downstairs." Tom said, turning bright red.
I nodded as I watched him quickly make his way downstairs.
He wasn't actually listening to my conversation, was he? Not that I said anything that I didn't want him to hear...
Ten minutes later I was sitting in the living room with my mum and Tom, eagerly waiting for my friend to come. Was he my friend? I'm not sure, we still insult each other, but maybe it's in a friendly way.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the doorbell ringing, making me jump up.
"Who could that be?" My mum asked curiously. "Maybe it's Jazzie coming home early."
"I invited a friend over for the night if that's okay." I said quietly.
Tom's face was filled with hurt as he looked away.
"Is it the lovely boy called James that I met the other day?" She asked.
"No." I said, running to the door, my mum following me.
I pulled it open and saw Harry eagerly smiling in front of me, Thomas stood behind him.
"Hiya!" I smiled. "Mum, this is Harry and his brother Thomas." I said, moving out of the way so she could greet them.
"Hello, I'm Dougie's mother." My mum smiled. "Would you like to come in and maybe have a cup of tea?" She asked Thomas.
"I'd love to, but I have to get back to drive my mum to a restaurant, I'm a taxi driver for tonight!" He laughed and we all joined in.
We waved goodbye to Thomas as Harry was greeted inside.
"So, Harry is it?" My mum asked, making him nod. "Well make yourself at home, I'm guessing you have your school uniform for tomorrow, unless you don't go to Dougie's school?"
"Yeah I do" He laughed.
She nodded and went back into the living room. Harry dropped his bags by the door and we went inside.
"Oh, Fletcher. Hello." He muttered, seeing Tom on the sofa who was looking horrified at our new guest.
Harry cleared my throat and turned to look at me, a question in his eyes.
"We'll be right back." I muttered, pulling him out of the room and upstairs into my room.
"What the hell is he doing here?" He said, looking angry.
"Yeah, this was my 'news' to tell you." I whispered.
"You said he was in hospital?"
"He's got let out but his family have gone to America so he needed somewhere to stay and my mum offered."
He sighed. "Alright, I guess we could have a bit of fun with our acting skills then." He winked.
My eyes widened. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Of course." He smiled. "But obviously only when your mum isn't in the room."
I nodded as we made our way back downstairs and into the living room.
"I'm guessing you'll sleep down here, so you just need to move the table out the way so there's room on the floor. But try not to stay up that late as it is a school night." My mum said.
"Okay." I replied, pulling Harry down next to me on the other sofa to where my mum and Tom were sitting.
Tom still looked incredibly angry, occasionally looking at us and glaring.
"How about we watch a film?! You boys choose one and I'll just get some popcorn." She smiled, leaving the room.
Tom sat uncomfortably but looked through various films that were sat next to him.
I turned to Harry and saw a glint in his eye as I winked.