Sid the Hairy Spider

stfoosa @ 2008-09-15T21:16:00

2008-09-15T20:20:32Z

*Said really fast in high pitched voice*

Quotations of ICT based Holy-nehhss!

Philli: Kirsty and Sal, I mean Phil... Ee. Dot com.

Kirsty: Let’s nest *Squat*.

Philli: Kirsteeee, I think I just swallowed a stoone!

Kirsty: (On Othello) Basically, homeslice, I want his babies,

Miss Saddique: Why are you late?
Philli: *Wiggles through door* Merrh!

Daavid: *Burps*
Kirsty: Was that Mitch?!

Philli: What's Daavid dooin'?!
Kirsty: He's taking it casual.
Philli: He looks a lil' confused...
Kirsty: Aaaand he has orange hair? *actually looks* Ooh noo!

Ice Cream Guy: You know you can have two different flavours?
Philli: Ooh noo!
*Ice cream guy turns around*
Kirsty/Vicky: *Look at Philli*
Kirsty: You did not just say that.

Kirsty: Ah-ha, Jordan just sounded funny.
Philli: And he has curly hair.
Kirsty: *looks at Jordan* No, he doesn't....who are you talking about!?
Philli: John. Who are you talking about?
Kirsty: *Points at Osbourne thing*
Philli: Osbournes?
Kirsty: Noo, Jordan sounded funny!
Philli: Oh, Jordan!
Kirsty: Who's John?
Philli: Y'know, John.
Kirsty: Oh, Jooohn!

Kirsty: Sallyyy, Philli just grabbed hoold of Nicky's hoomeslice!

Philli: *running next to Kirsty* Yoo hooooo! *waves*
Kirsty: *Laughs to the finish line*

'He's just taking it casual.' - Kirsty

Nicky: *starts talking*
Philli: Shut up, Nicky.

Alex G: Vicky, they're calling me a rude word and I don't know what it is.
Vicky: What is it?
Alex G:G-Unit.

Philli: Hey, it's my mum's car!... What the hell?

Philli: Can I have some paper please?
Mr. Harris: Do you need paper?
Philli: Not really, no.
Mr. Harris: You just like to have paper, do you?
Philli: Yep.
Mr. Harris: Do you collect paper?
Philli: Sometimes.
Mr. Harris: Okay, here you go. *gives paper*

*Smell of smoke from barbeque outside*
Chris Bolter: Oi, Mitch, Mitchell! You lighting up again?
Mitch: *keeps neutral*

Philli: *rolled tongue hiss*
Kirsty: *Not amused*
Philli: ...Sorry.

*whole English class goes silent*
Philli: Let's call him Kenny!

Kirsty: *rolls her tongue and makes a slurpy noise* Sounds like spaghetti hoops!

Matt: (at Sally) What did I do?!
Philli: You stole her cat's pajamas.
Nicky: What are you on about?
Philli: Y'know... cats and their... pajamas.

Kirsty: *squishes Philli's face* You look so cute. I just wanna dunk you in my coffee.

Philli: Can I bite your nose?
Kirsty: Sure *presents nose* Have a nibble.

Nicky: Decompose!

Kirsty: (typing) The park is manly..
Philli: The park is manly with a feminine side that you're sure to love(!)

Jamie: Who did you hang around with today? Oh, I hung around with the HULK.

Philli: (whilst doing 'I want to break free' at Kirsty's house) You have a lot of bananas.
Kirsty: Whatever. (Starts dancing)
Philli: *starts giggling*
Kirsty: Wait... I have a lot of bananas, what?!

Kirsty: (To Jamie) Why aren't you going to Brean?!
Nicky: I'm going to Brean!
Jamie: You're not funny, you're not handsome, you're just not Jamie.

Jordan: Do you have a pen?
Philli: Nooo.
Jordan: (walks off)
Philli: I did not just say 'Nooo'.

Jamie: I always picture Nicky going out and fighting crime in his spare time.

Nicky: Jamie worships me.

Jamie: The Huwman cake.

Nicky: With you around anything could happen.
Philli: Merr.
Nicky: *face-palm*

Jamie: I'm jealous of Nicky's guns.

Kirsty: Do you do yoga in your bedroom?
Jamie: Only if Nicky wants me to.

Jamie: (talking about Nicky) He's trying to use the force... It doesn't work.

Kirsty: Eat me Jason, eat me!

Jamie: Me and Huw, our special power could be picking Nicky up and swinging him.

Kirsty: (talking about Winston, her hamster) I could call him Huw, and look at him goooo!!

Kirsty: Do the flick 'n' lick!

Jamie: Nicky, do you have a bunny costume?
Nicky: Did you just say 'bunny costume' or 'bunny girl suit'?

Nicky: Spider!
Philli: No, that's your hand.

Philli: (completely innocent) Jamie, do you like to make Nicky scream?
Jamie: *pulls a face*

People outside: *waves*
Nicky: It's my fans!

Hocus Pocus

2008-02-01T20:45:50Z

Mood: Joy
Listening to: Warrachaou You Boyfriend (Y'know, I probably spelt that wrong)
Reading: FletchJones memories on McFlyslash
Watching: FLASH - Attack of the Random (Bradsgurl.deviantart.com)
Playing: Uhh... I think Pokemon's somewhere... Uhh...
Eating: My fingers
Drinking: Nothing.... =(

MUAHAHAHA I will take over the world, yesh.

Becky may be coming down where I live! *is all jumpy and hyper* YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! I am very excited, and it's my birthday in seventeen days! =O I bet something bad's going to happen tomorrow to even out the good that's happening this evening! <3

I need my lipbalm, my mouth is killing me. Ouch. I HATE NERVES/EXCITEDNESS/MYOWNFUCKINGFAULT. Damn teeth.

Hmm, I will go now! *heroic pose, skips off like a giraffe!*

My goodness, an entry?!

2008-01-13T18:22:46Z

Hello folks!

For anyone who gives a piss, I have a new youtube account which is stfoosa (hmm, sounds familiar!) because I kept getting hated by anti-david tennant people. Fuckkerrrrrrrs.

What do you know, I may have an idea for a McFLY slash crossover thanks to this damn song and its ~~sexy~~ slightly gay video. Cheers, Jake Shears. Not that I haven't been writing, because I have. It's pretty shite, though, so I've given up on it. Philli's losing her inspiration, really. Random word generator isn't doing me any good, either.

Insanity prawn boy loves you. Don't forget it now, kiddies!

We got shown the panorama crap in tutor about internet safety, and I was sat there thinking 'You'd have to be pretty fucking stupid to take your clothes off or go out to meet someone who you've never even seen on webcam!' Jeeze, kids today! Umm... Yes, I'm not a child *shifty look*

I am going BALD. My hair is falling out. Gaaaah, it's all Mr. Scott's homework that he's fucking well given us and... *whacks something over the head. Something turns out to be self. Buggrit.*

Umm... yes...

BYE! *click*

stfoosa @ 2007-11-29T17:49:00

2007-11-29T17:50:55Z

Title: Diaries can be fun
Part(s): 15/16 – Penultimate! <3
Pairing: Poynter/Judd and Fletcher/Jones
Rating: 15 for foulness of the language
Disclaimer: I don’t own shit. Except my own ^_^
Dedicated to: My dear friend Vicky, who is going through a very harsh time right now. <3
A/N: There maybe a sequel in the nearer future. MAYBE. I’m not certain at the moment.

15^th January, 2008

Diary,
I’m listening to the Sound of Music soundtrack. I didn’t even know I had it, but there you go! Dougie’s in a stress because he’s all alone, there’s no one there beside him! Sorry. He also says he’ll demolish the house if I don’t ‘shut of that annoying shit!’ it’s off now because of how serious he looked when he barged in here. It’ll be back on in what, ten minutes. Possibly fifteen depends.

Danny tells me he will never, ever let go of my waist and is basically being incredibly illogical. I’m quite frightened though, because he looks as serious as Dougie. Maybe they’re in on this together; let’s make Tom paranoid day! What fun they must have. Only Harry can save me, but he’s hopeless because all he does is talk about Dougie this and Dougie that. They say I’m the really gay one.

Danny’s sniggering into my shoulder. Mainly because I broke my pencil like I do when I’m writing whilst agitated. Only ‘cause you’re cute when you’re pissed off. I suppose that’s meant to make me forgive him, is it? Well, for his information, it did. Damn him and his... his... Danny-ness.

You’d give in, too, if your boyfriend was pulling the most adorable face at you! Or girlfriend, seeing as I have no idea about the sexuality of my diary. I can’t believe this; I’m doing a Dougie and am giving my diary a personality! Jeeze Louise! I hang around with that guy a bit too much, methinks. Danny agrees with me, because he actually thought that me and Dougie were secretly together. It’s true! Shame on him.

It’s really quiet in here without the Sound of Music on. No, wait, now Danny’s muttering not so sweet nothings into my ear. I wish he wouldn’t do that at two in the afternoon, it’s not very nice on me. Though I am. Ha-ha! Trust me when I ~~say~~ write that him saying that didn’t make my situation any better. Gah, I am not a happy Tom and I want a shower. With me. WITHOUT Danny. Damn. Yeah, that’s what I thought. You love me really. Duh.

Tom

15/01/08

Hello,
Tom is playing the Sound of Music. The whole Universe has gone gay. Except Matt, who has a girlfriend, and most of the male population. That aside, the whole universe is gay. Including 50% of animals. There, I’m done. No, wait, foosa can change their gender which kind of makes them bisexual, right? Yeah.

Danny and Tom next door to me, half an hour ago I had a go at them for playing SoM, but now I don’t because they’re doing stuff to each other that would probably scar me for life if I saw it. Stupid creator of humans giving them the power to do it like the lizards when other people are in the house. Tut, tut. I suppose they think I can’t hear them going at it over the S of M, which is correct. However, I can hear them in the gap between songs and the fact that the headboard is forever banging against the wall between us.

Harry and I are still not talking, and it won’t be long now before I jump him in the hallway. That would give him a shock, wouldn’t it? One minute walking along the corridor, the next there’s a Dougie Lee Poynter attached to you and trying to dry hump you. Hmm.. That wouldn’t be too bad if I do say so myself.

Sound of music has finished, hoorah! Unfortunately, Tom and Danny haven’t. Harry has emerged from his stinky room to bang on the door and tell them “OI! SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO WRITE DIARIES, HERE!” Wait, I didn’t know he kept a diary! No-one told me! I bet Danny knew, they tell each other everything like Tom and I.

Harry has entered the room, I repeat, Mr. Judd is in my bedroom! He’s talking to me over the loud moans coming from the adjacent room to my own. Oh, they’ve died down to whispers and giggles. Meanwhile, Harry is asking whether he can read my diary. Fat fucking chance. He has as much chance as a two legged asthmatic ant has getting away from a very hungry millipede that has won an award for being rather speedy.

I gave in and read him the bit about my lizards fucking. He giggled cutely and... Is it me or is his face a little closer than it was two seconds ago? His breath smells minty... I like mint... And... And...

OHMYGOD, OHMYGOD! He kissed me, and I kissed him... and... and.. Oh my goodness it was heaven. I have never been kissed by a bloke before, or kissed a bloke before, and I really wish I had sooner because it is SO much better than girls. They smell funny, anyway. Moving on, Harry actually loves me! He hugged me after we’d been ~~seriously making out~~ kissing and whispered it in my ear. Being my silly self, I sighed and held him tighter before kissing him on the cheek and muttering ‘I really love you...” in his ear.

If you wondering how the hell I found time to write this... it’s now ten at night and we’ve been asleep in each other’s arms (no, we didn’t have sex, we’re not Danny and Tom) since around seven. Oh, he looks so gorgeous when he’s sleeping. I think I might just curl up with him again.

Night,
Dougie.

Multiple/Unknown Chaptered

stfoosa @ 2007-11-25T15:05:00

2007-11-25T15:12:42Z

See - Computer screen
Smell - Wool
Hear - Funfunfun - McFly/Busted
Feel - Keyboard keys being sticky
Taste - My spit

Journal,

Wassup, ma homie? Deary me, I am not a gangsta... I hope...

I dislike Charlie Simpson. Matt Willis and James Bourne are fine with me, but Charlie's a no-no. My friend Kirsty, when told that he is a moose, said "Clicks replay on youtube. Going underground!" which is no great help, really.

I haven't got much to write in here, so have a picture of a peg. Damn, it won't upload because LJ doesn't like Bitmaps. GHEY.

Philli x

Fluff vs Smutt!Challenge entry [fluff

2007-10-14T19:57:11Z

Title: Decorations
Part: One/One
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Rating: 12
Genre: Fluff ^_^
Disclaimer: Don’t own, don’t sue.
Dedications: JuddPoynter, and Becky! ^_^

Harry didn’t particularly like Halloween to begin with, but Danny always managed to make it more annoying than it actually was. This year, he had managed to hang mistletoe all over the place instead of at Christmas, when it should be hung. Tom was usually the person that took down inappropriate decorations, but seeing as he was out doing something Tom-like with the cause of the mistletoe (or Danny) then he couldn’t and Harry was left to do it.

He puts his head in his hands, and sighs before looking up and trying to take down the sprig stuck to the ceiling. His chequered shirt rides up slightly, showing a bit of belly, which is what greets Dougie as he walks into the room. The younger male’s cheeks shine pink, before his eyes rise to Harry’s face. “You alright there?” he mumbles, and Harry looks down; still on tip-toes with his hand in the air.

He sees Dougie stood there, red in the face and smiling shyly at him. Harry slowly takes his hand down, and flattens his feet so that he and Dougie are almost eye-level; not counting the inch or so height difference between the two.

“Yeah, Danny’s put up the wrong decorations again.” The older man nods towards the ceiling, and Dougie pulls a face at the plant. “Umm,” he whispers, realization settling on his face. Harry’s gaze swaps from the white berries, to Dougie’s face, and back again; blushing at the obvious closeness.

Harry feels as though his feet have been nailed to the floor; wanting to kiss the boy before him but not wanting to scare him. Dougie’s face reddens, if that’s possible, and looks to the carpet for an answer to his feelings. He mumbles something, but Harry doesn’t hear.

Dougie glances back up at Harry; wondering why his muttering didn’t get answered. He is taken by surprise, then, when a pair of lips find their way to his. He stands there, frozen, as Harry’s mouth stays put. The bassist’s eyes flutter slowly closed; hands finding their way to Harry’s shoulders. Two hands start to caress his lower back, and he sighs against the drummer’s mouth; feeling as though someone is sending thousands of volts of electricity through his veins.

Harry finally pulls away, eyes on Dougie’s closed eyelids before they half open to blue orbs. “That was fun,” he murmurs, lips still but a centimetre apart.
Dougie mutters a small, sweet “Uh-Huh,” before swallowing, “Let’s do it again,” his eyes flash, before his right hand moves to the back of Harry’s head; pulling the elder down again.

stfoosa @ 2007-09-02T20:47:00

2007-09-02T19:52:09Z

Title: Horror
Part: Four
Pairing: Flones and Pudd.
Rating: 15
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, except the monster/dog/spirit thing and the receptionist.
Dedications: Mostly to JuddPoynter, because of her AMAZING crack!fic, and I really hope she wins. Also, to Danny, Becky, McFlyStargirl, Orpheous87, Foreverlove_xx, and Jedisnickers. For commenting, reading, and loving!
A/N: Danny’s point of view to start with, then it changes to Harry’s.

The next morning, I awake and open my eyes to see the bottom of the bed above me. I punched it, before turning onto my side and falling out of it the other way in shock. Someone accompanied me in the bed. His grey eyes glint, and black hair seems to wave around even without a breeze.

I peered over the side at the stranger, raised an eyebrow and spoke in a quiet voice. “What the fuck, are you doing in my bed?” I question, and he shrugs before answering shortly.
“Kicks.” I raise both eyebrows, and he smiles at me; bearing his teeth as I smell something along the lines of Dougie’s feet.

For a moment, he vanishes, and then I smell his breath behind me. I whip around, and grimace at the stench. “What’s up, Danny boy? Can’t stand rotting flesh?” he grins again, showing yellow and chipped teeth. They’re enormously undersized, and looked like they’ve been filed down by something metallic.

He’s so close to me; I can smell cigarette smoke around his person and something that makes me think of hand-held sparklers you get at carnivals. “What...who are you?” I say, practically choking on the air coming from his lungs. “What, am I?” he asks, almost mocking me. “I, Danny, am what made Tom see your nightmare, I am what possess him, I am what shut Dougie in the lift and bit his ear. I am what...” he stops, and smirks, “Actually; you’ll have to find that one out.”

I stare at the man with rotten breath in disgust. I continue to glare at him, until he speaks again. “Speaking of which, I must go and cause some havoc! TAHTAH!” he grins, before vanishing with a loud bang as smoke fills the room.

I run a hand through my hair, until my fingers get stuck in a knot. I pull it out again, and sigh heavily. “Fuck,” I mutter, before standing myself up and checking my clothes. I roll my eyes at my boxers, can’t be bothered to put clean ones on, and grab my jeans from across the top bunk. I pull them on, stumbling about as I’m still stood up, and stretch my freckled arms above my head.

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I have been racking my brains for a while, thinking of where in France Danny could have gone. He doesn’t know his way around, and the only places we have been to since arriving that interested him were the Airport, and the YMCA. Wait a moment, the YMCA! The place that Danny suggested we stay at when Tom hadn’t made a reservation at all.

I suppose the main reason why I want to find him, is because I’m pretty sure Dougie likes him. Like, likes him. I hate that, really, but I can’t help the way he feels. You can’t force someone to fall in love. Anyway, Dougie doesn’t want me. I’ve been ignoring him lately and throwing insults at him, I know I shouldn’t but it’s mainly to punish myself for loving him.

Sheesh, I’m crying now. I’m such a fucking woos, I am. Anyway, to the YMCA I’m now walking so that I can get Danny back and make Dougie happy again. The roads are busy today; I suppose it’s probably a Friday. I have no idea, seeing as I don’t care about anything other than making Dougie happy. I felt so shit when I threw up because of that dog.

The YMCA’s really tatty, bricks are missing and one of the windows is smashed. I can hear loud moaning and creaking coming from one close to me. I shake my head, before pushing open the grubby door and stepping towards the desk with a sign reading “English” on it.

The receptionist is a teenager, covered in spots with greasy brown hair. “Heh, another McFly boy.” He says, and nods his head towards a long corridor. “Room four,” he mumbles, before turning back to his computer and pulling headphones on. I hear Billy Talent blaring into his ears, and shrug before walking down the seemingly endless corridor to number four.

The walls are white and bare, with wallpaper peeling in places and felt tip pen scrawled here and there. Number four was a blue door, with a giant orange handle on it. I hear a bump, accompanied by a very northern “Ah, fuck it,” from behind the door.

I push the handle down, and pull the door on its practically invisible hinges. “D-Danny?” I stammer, and the Boltoner looks around at me; blue eyes wide and awake. “Ha-Harry? What are you...why are you...huh?” he looks like he’s about to pass out from confusion, so I enter his room; closing the door behind me.

I look around the place, noting there are only a bunk bed, window and sofa. “So, Danny, I came to get you back.” I say, calmly, with Dougie on my mind. When I hear no reply, excepting a gasp, I look up to see Danny staring at the ceiling; a blob of crimson on his nose and running into his mouth. I carefully follow his gaze, and taste vomit as I don’t like what I see.

The receptionist from along the corridor is up there; eyes open in terror and mouth gaping. Out of his mouth sticks what looks like a fire poker and blood is running down its length; dripping at the end onto Danny’s nose and open mouth. The teenager’s legs have been positioned so that his thighs are nailed to the ceiling, and his knees are broken so his legs hang down from above us.

His arms are nailed across him like the ancient Egyptian style. Huge, rusty nails piercing flesh and working their way through bone. I forget that Danny is stood nearby, until he attempts speech. “You know, this thing’s following me.” Is what he tries to say, until I watch him spit out the blood that fills his mouth and repeats it.

“What?” I mutter, walking over to him to gain eye contact. The blood of the ex-receptionist proceeds to drip on us, but I don’t mind it; even as it flows over my eye. “This,” he gestures above us, “Thing is following me, and trying to kill the closest person to me.” He tells me, and I mutter under my breath, “Dougie,” I sigh, and he shoots me a confused look.

“Dougie? No, Tom.” He notices my gaze has returned to the teenage boy on the ceiling, and pulls my head back down by the chin. “Harry, listen to me. You need to keep away, understand? It’s for your own good. Now the thing’s not in Tom anymore I don’t know what it will do.” He sighs, but doesn’t look away from me. I look right back at him with a blank expression.

“Harry, just go.” He mumbles, before wrapping his arms around me and then pushing me off. I watch him as he walks over to the window; looking out of it. I don’t move, but speak instead. “I’ve come to get you back, that’s what I intend to do.” He turns his head, so that he can talk to me and not the window.

“Why?” he turns to me fully, and I look at the now bloodstained floor.
“Because...Dougie’s not happy without you...” I mumble, and he snorts loudly. I flick my gaze to him, and he’s now looking at me in amusement. “What?” I ask, and he walks over to me again.

“If he’s not happy, go cheer him up.” He mumbles, before turning me around and pushing me through the door of his room. He slams the door behind me, and I’m just stood there in befuddlement. I continue to stare at the wall in front of me, graffiti reading something that I won’t repeat in French.

After a while, I turn and keep walking until I’m out on the humid pavement again. It’s become surprisingly busy since I went into the YMCA. People all seem to be in a rush, so they don’t really notice when I walk around back to the hotel in a complete daze. Tom’s there waiting for me, we share a room at the moment until Dougie returns from hospital.

Tom’s lying, asleep, on the sofa and I accidently wake him when I enter the room. He looks up at me, and smiles blearily. “You got him back?” he mumbles, and I shake my head. “Oh, come here.” He pulls his legs off the sofa, stretching his arms way above his head, and I plonk myself down next to him.

“We can go visit Dougz again today, alright? But first you are having breakfast whether you like it or not. You haven’t eaten since he was run down.” Tom tells me, getting up like he had always been awake, and walking over to the ‘kitchen’ area of the hotel room. I just sit, watching the wall again, until some cocoa pops were shoved on my lap.

I look down at the chocolate rice things, and then at Tom who is eating honey nut loops next to me. “Meh,” he says, between mouthfuls, “You think I can be bothered to cook when I’ve just got up?” I shrug, smiling faintly, before finishing off what was considered ‘Breakfast.’

“Dougie Poynter?” I said to the receptionist, and she nodded; directing us down white corridors that smelt of disinfectant, vomit, and sounded of screams, talking and crying.

Dougie’s door was shut, so we knocked before going in. He sat up instantly when we entered, and I rushed over to him; embracing him like we’d been apart for ages. He laughs, and says “Alright, Harry, I’d rather not choke.” So I let go of him. I smile widely at the boy, well not anymore, in front of me and he smiles simply back.

“How are you doing, Dougie?” I mumble, sitting in the bedside chair and holding his hand. He shrugs, and I notice that his ear has a new bandage on it. “I’m fine; actually, they’re just paranoid because I’m unharmed except for the ear. Keep doing checks and shit.” I smile, before I feel a tear starting to trickle down my cheek. Dougie looks at me with genuine concern, and wipes it away with a finger. “Hey, what’s the matter with you?” he asks, and I just shake my head.

“I’m just, really glad you’re alright!” I sniff, and he leans his forehead against mine. I continue to stare at my hands, a single drop landing on them. The tears stop falling after that one, but I still feel like I could cry more. “Harry, I’m going to go out for a bit. I might see if I can get Danny back, okay?” Tom says to my side, and I nod against Dougie’s head.

A few seconds later, and I hear the door closing behind him. I look up, to see that Dougie’s eyes are watching me. This close, I can see speckles of grey amongst the usual blue. He smells of hospital food, and his hand feels really dry in mine. “You’re alright then, are you?” I mumble, there’s no need to speak normally this close. He closes his eyes, and smiles at me.

I watch him, breath in his natural scent which is faint under disgusting bean smell. I love the way he smells, for some reason. I’m drawn to it like Danny to kid’s shows. “Dougie,” I whisper, eyes flicking to his lips and then back to his closed eyes again. He makes a noise a lot like “Mmhmm?” and I answer gruffly. “Dougie, open your eyes please.” His eyelids snap open, and his eyebrows tip inwards. He smiles, and I realize his eyes are no longer blue.

“Dougz, Pugsley, what the hell’s happened to your eyes...” I mutter, before something clicks, and I fall off of my chair backwards. I look up at Dougie from the floor, and see that he’s floating about three inches above the bed.

“Haz? What’s the matter?” he mutters, and I notice his eyes are normal again. However, he’s still floating. “D-Dougz? Mate, you’re floating.” I mumble, and he looks down; instantly thudding back to the bed. “No I’m not, Haz.” He says, before pushing back his covers and sitting down on the floor with me. He has to stretch his legs out in front of him; so that I don’t see up the patient’s cloak.

“Harry.” He says, and smiles. “Harry Mark Christopher Judd.” I raise an eyebrow, before mimicking him. “Dougie. Dougie Lee Poynter.” I smile at the younger boy next to me, loving the way he chuckles and smiles back. His laughter dies, however, and his tone turns a whole lot more serious. “Harry? Can I ask you something?” he says, and my heart starts to thump almost painfully against my ribs.

I tell myself not to get too hopeful, and look at my hands to hide my flushed face. “What is it, Dougz?” I ask, and he comes straight out with it. No hesitations.
“How did you know, when you...were gay?” I freeze, eyes fixated on my locked hands. I gulp, heavily, and tell him. “Probably when...when I fancied...Danny...” I whisper.

Dougie seems to tense next to me, “You are in love with Danny?” he mutters, and I realise where he misunderstood me. “No, Dougie! You’ve got it all wrong. I don’t like Danny like that anymore!” I protest, but he holds up a hand to silence me. “There’s no use denying, Harry,” he mumbles. He must hate me now; he thinks we both fancy the same guy.

“Dougie, I used to love him. I love you now.” I sigh, but I’m already outside the hospital. I mutter this to my shoes, wishing that I’d said it when I had the chance.

“Harry, is it me or are you following me?” Danny muses as he stands before me. I scowl at the reason Dougie hates me, and it looks sadly back. “What?” he asks, and I push past him; deliberately crunching our shoulders together. “You’re right.” I drawl, “We should stay away from you.”

Multiple/Unknown Chaptered

stfoosa @ 2007-07-15T15:40:00

2007-07-15T15:23:01Z

Title: Coming Clean
Pairing: Poynter/Judd
Part: Standalone/Mixture songfic.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the songs, or Harry. Or his past. Ooor Dougie.
Summary: It's lyrics from two songs that I think could be about coming out, or are about coming out. Song one is Coming Clean by Green Day (In green), and the second is Come Clean by Hilary Duff (In purple). I'm sure there are many others, but these are probably my favourites.

Seventeen and strung out on confusion.
Trapped inside a world of disillusion.

I first noticed something was up when I was seventeen and got jealous of my best mate's girlfriends because I wanted to be in their place. I was confused as to why I didn't like girls like everyone else.

Let's go back
Back to the beginning

If I take my memory right back to the beginning, I notice that I havn't been the straightest all my life anyway. Finding myself fitting in more with girls than boys is one thing.

I found out what it takes to be a man.
Though Mom and Dad will never understand...

I found that I had to not be ashamed of what I was, but I knew that my parents wouldn't understand me and my feelings for guys.

Back to when the earth,
The sun, the stars all aligned

If I stop daydreaming about you, and come back to Earth I realise I want to be more than just friends. I remember we used to go out with the others on walks at night, and look at the stars. But I'd be staring at you.

Secrets collecting dust but never forget...
Skeletons come to life in my closet

I forgot for a time about my secret, until we found that slash site on the net and I read about how they had kind of guessed about my sexuality. Then the skeletons came back to my closet, you could say. To haunt me about my fucking crush on another guy.

'Cause perfect didn't feel so perfect
Trying to fit a square into a circle
was my life
I defy

I always knew I didn't fit in. I never felt perfect because of my secret. I was in denial about myself, most of the time. Refusing to admit that I was gay.

I found out what it takes to be a man.
Yeah Mom and Dad will never understand...
What's happening to me!?

Mum and Dad didn't understand when I told them, just like I knew they wouldn't. They were the ones that actually told me, to be honest. I kept asking myself "What's happening to me?" and when I asked them why I fancied guys, they went mad.

Let the rain fall down
And wake my dreams
Let it wash away
My sanity

I wish I could wash off being what I am, but I just can't. I used to think I was insane, espescially when I fell for you. I mean, my first impression was of a filthy teenager with a fringe that almost completely covered your pretty face.

Seventeen and coming clean for the first time.
I finally figured out myself for the first time.

I came to realise that I was gay, and nothing could change that. It happened right after I was kissed by another guy, and loved every moment of it. Funny thing was that the guy was you.

'Cause I wanna feel the thunder
I wanna scream
Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean

I wanted to feel you, and I wanted you to scream for me. I was admitting it to myself for the first time, ever. I liked guys. I loved guys. I was coming clean.

Poynter/Judd

stfoosa @ 2007-07-10T16:36:00

2007-07-10T15:41:52Z

Names of people in rooms for Summer is so Camp: Ford, Wood, Efron and Parr.

Tennant - David Tennant
Carrey - Jim Carrey
Eccleston -Christopher Eccleston
Fletcher - Take a wild guess.
Ford - Random name
Wood - Dick n Dom's Dominic Wood
Efron - Zac Efron
Parr - Random name
Way - Gerard Way

In Danny's room are -

Danny
Matthew Broderick
Tom Felton

stfoosa @ 2007-04-17T20:23:00

2007-04-17T19:29:32Z

17th April 2007.

Journal,

I am not in a very good mood. Mostly because I have lost the homework booklet for maths and there is no way in hell that my teacher is gonna believe me. This isn't a good thing, because I chucked it in the bin. If my lovely Polish Math's teacher wants to go through my garbage and find the homework booklet, she can. Because I have put it in the bin by mistake.

Kirsty invented yet another new word: Cocharacha. Don't ask what it means. I'm not going to explain now when I'm knackered after ballroom dancing. I got told off in English because I was writing slash in the back of my book instead of doing the work. Well, boo frickedy hoo Mr Kelsall.

I had to keep telling myself not to dance to McFly this morning on the way to the bus stop. I am very hyper in the mornings, and I never know why...maybe it's the Marshfield air....NAH!.

Philli the candyfloss monster (GHOSTBUSTERS!)

stfoosa @ 2007-04-10T16:43:00

2007-04-10T15:49:07Z

Dear Journal,

Today is Tuesday. I have eaten all of my easter eggs already and am listening to Madina Lake.

I'm talking to Danny the wonderboy, he's amazing! Ummm....Not much is going on actually or has gone on. So, you can probably tell why I'm bored, huh? I was playing pokemon earlier; my Pokemon crystal game is fucked up and wont save. Grr, that makes me as mad as I was when I realised I couldn't watch Dougie touching himself.

New found liking for dance music is very odd, but good. Still obsessed with McFly and their gayness. Made a Poynter/Judd collage and so am happy about that. I drew a picture about three days ago, and kept forgetting to scan it so I scanned it earlier and I have to get off the PC in about...fourteen minutes. Yippee doo-daa. Then, I wont be able to talk to my favourite person in the universe (AKA Danny) because my phone is out of credit.

I need to put Madina Lake on my MP3 player in a sec, so I'll finish this quickly then scoot off the computer so my Mother wont know that I've been on it *deletes history in paranoia*

Philli the over sized pixie.

stfoosa @ 2007-03-30T20:48:00

2007-03-30T19:54:50Z

Dear Journal *laughs*

It's a Friday, and the start of the easter holidays. Most of which will be spent hopefully writing lots. Which is a good thing. Unfortunatley, I may have to see old relatives. That's a bad thing.

Thank whatever non-existent mystical being you believe in for McFly Slash to keep me occupied and stop anoying my big sissa. Shame she's going off to Niguragua in...three days. Eep. The strangest thing is the fact that I know I'm going to miss her, loads. Cause she's out there for a month, without any means of communitcation with us :(. Sad, isn't it?

I have extremely bad writers block on a story I'm writing: Dead or Alive, but I've started a brand new one called Dougie's School Diary. Something to keep me happy. Also, I know how to record McFly clips from my wonderland DVD so I'm a happy slasher.

The Phillinator.

stfoosa @ 2006-12-13T20:36:00

2006-12-13T20:36:25Z

Well, currently, I'm ruining perfectly good songs by changing the pitch and making them sound like chipmunks

what fun it is too!

nothing much really happened today accept I missed the whole of first period because I over slept. *appluades self*

also wrote more McFly slash diary type thing so I'm pretty proud of that and I wrote a song.

GO ME!

stfoosa @ 2006-12-04T20:09:00

2006-12-04T20:09:09Z

Not much going on today,

List of bad things in the day:

School,
Writer's Block *grr*
Mouldy peanut butter
PE THIS MORNING

Good things today:

Skittles at lunch
Sugar sandwiches
Finished writing short play
Watched Bullet in a Bible AND The McFly Wonderland tour thingy

Go me!

Homework: NONE! YES! RESUUULT!

Quote of the day: I looked up at the stars in the sky and thought: Were the fuck is my roof?

heya

2006-11-11T21:17:57Z

Umm, hello and my name is Philli but I would prefer it if you call me Foosa.

I'm getting glasses in a week and I have an orange brace. I'm mostly hyper at school and I hate maths.