Hey guys, this is my new fic, just a bit of fun and not connected in anyway to my other Darren fic Growing On Me!!!

for those of you that read my other stories, don't worry I will be continuing them, and for for those of you that don't.... Why the heck not??? LOL only kidding

here's the first part, only small but hopefully you'll like it!!


Part 1

“Right ok, no worries mate, thanks anyway!” Darren said before hanging up the phone, “Yeah, thanks for nothing!”

“Problems?” Craig asked hearing the frustration in his stepbrothers voice.

”It’s just the first Saturday night I’ve had off in ages and no one wants to do anything!” Darren sighed as he threw himself onto the sofa and picked up the remote control, “Looks like it’s another quiet night in alone sat in front of the telly for me then.”

“Why? What’s up with them?” Craig asked as he pottered around the dining area.

“Rhys and Gilly have got tickets to some dodgy bands gig in town and Russ is having a quiet night in with his new wife, god married couples make me sick!” Darren complained.

“What about Zack?”

”Zoë’s having some kind of woman moment or something and he doesn’t want to leave her when she’s so upset. He’s worse than Russ, I mean they’re both under the thumb, but at least Russ gets some action out of it!”

“Well…” Craig hesitated, “I guess you could tag along with us lot. If you want to that is?”

“Who’s us lot?” Darren asked as he shifted round to look at Craig who was standing behind the sofa.

“Me, John Paul, Sarah, Hannah and Spike’s Djing so he’ll probably be over every so often. Why?”

“Just checking I wasn’t gonna be playing gooseberry to a load of happy couples, even if half of them are only pretending.”

“Oh, and if you are coming, try to keep the sly digs about me and John Paul to a minimum, you know Sarah and Spike don’t know.” Craig said, shooting Darren a stern look.

“I know! I’m not an idiot!” Darren replied defensively, “God, I’ve managed not to say anything so far and it’s been nearly 2 months since I found out, which by the way I still have nightmares about!”

”Whatever.” Craig said, his tone now softening into an almost laugh, “So you gonna come or not?”

“Yeah, why not!?” Darren exclaimed, “Anything beats sitting around here on my own watching a bunch of tone deaf losers trying to impress Simon Cowell!”

”Don’t force yourself or nothing.” Craig said sarcastically, “Well, I’m meeting them downstairs at half 8.”

“But it’s 8 now!” Darren cried as he shot up from the sofa and ran towards the bathroom, mumbling to himself as he ran, “I’ve still gotta have a shower and sort my hair out, and I haven’t even thought about what to wear!”

Craig chuckled to himself as he watched Darren dart off in his panicked state. His chuckle subsiding into a warm smile as he thought about how good Darren had been to him and John Paul over the last couple of months, since discovering their affair. Who would have guessed Darren of all people could have been so selfless. Of course he’d made sure to take advantage of the opportunity this secret provided to wind Craig up with sarcastic little comments here and there, but always subtle enough that only the two of them knew that there was any truth behind them. But in this shared secret Craig had really begun to think of Darren as more than just the annoying stepbrother he wished he never had, he had begun to think of him as a friend.

fantastic start hun!!!!

all your fics are fabby and this one is no different!!

more soon!!!!!!

I read the title first and started to roll my eyes, thinking it was a kress one with a random title, then i read along further and seen it was a Darren fic and laughed. It fits so well with Darren. I didnt even need to check out the authoer to know it was you dearest Dotty, you are the Queen of the Darrenites after all. Lol. I thought it was well funny, really and i like how you've started it with Darren already knowing about JP and Craig.

Yeah it's really good. Different, which is what Iike to see.

lol

this is great

even though i needed shades to read it...

ah wifey that was brilliant told you it would be hun loving it already bring some more soon please

bump

Excellanto Dotty! I love your uniqueness. You manage to provide endless humour in your fics. I can see this one becoming a firm favourite of mine. Now on with part 2... (please!)

ok, +prt 2 for you, not that long, but I felt like a glimpse into Darrens psyche...(now there's a scarey thought. LOL)

anyway, I don't usually do the whole sound track thing but this part has one. it's Love Machine ~ by Arctic Monkeys hope you enjoy


Part 2

Turning off the water Darren stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, grabbing another for his hair before making a run for his room. As soon as he was in there he went straight to his PC and opened the MP3 player, clicking on a play list he’d titled Going Out. Quickly drying his hair he discarded the towel over the back of the chair before pressing play on the song of his choice. As the drum beat kicked in he started to dance around his room, making his way over to his wardrobe, where he opened the door to reveal the full length mirror inside. Giving himself a quick wink of approval he began his going out ritual.
First he dried himself off thoroughly before throwing that towel over towards the same chair where he had left the other and heading to the chest of drawers that contained his most prized possession, his black designer boxers, his trusty pulling pants, he had 6 identical pairs and never ventured on a night out without them. Slipping them on he danced his way back over to the mirror to continue getting ready, quickly putting on some deodorant before tackling one of the most important tasks in his preparation, the hair! It had to look perfect he thought to himself, it’s the first thing anyone will notice, especially if they spot you from across the room. He picked up his styling wax and, taking what he deemed to be a suitable amount out of the container he began working it through his hair. Taking extra care to get his hair just right, he stood back to checking his reflection. Once satisfied he had perfected his do next came the hard part, the outfit. Rifling through his wardrobe he began to pull out items holding them up to himself as he checked them in the mirror. First out was a white suit, which he quickly threw on the bed, screwing his nose up at it as hid did, this continued with the next outfit and the next and so on until he threw himself on the be in frustration, then suddenly, as if he had just been struck by lightning he began to rummage through the clothes he had already discarded, only this time with a look of determination on his face. He knew exactly what he was looking for this time, first he grabbed a pair of distressed look jeans and slipped them on over his lucky pants, then he put on socks and his white converse boots, then, as he came across his black blazer, he carefully hung it onto the door of the wardrobe, knowing he would need it soon enough, but he was still missing the top he wanted, throwing the clothes off the bed one by one he finally found what he was searching for, a white vest adorned with pink and black stars, and pulled it on over hi head, taking extra care not to mess his hair, before adding his watch and a silver pendant to the look. Then placing on the blazer, he gave himself one last look in the mirror.

“Now that’s what I call hot!!” he stated, “Even if I do say so myself!”

Finally ready he headed back into the living room to find Craig standing by the door of the flat staring at his watch.

”What?” Darren asked.

“Well, you took long enough to get ready, we’re late now, and we only had to go down the bloody stairs!” Craig said.

“Sorry!” Darren said, then with a smirk added, “But looking this good takes effort!”

another fabby chapter hun!!

i could soo see Darren doing that lol

more soon!!!!!

loving it dotty, adored darren's going out ritual and yay pulling pants rock!

lololololololololololololololololol

fabby

Hehe, amazingness. I can so imagine Darren doing just that! Perfect. And so very, very funny.

lucky me i have that song as you know

FABTASTIC yes FAB not FAN cos FAB is better trust me

anyway FABTASTIC new fic hun very funny loving darren

So so so so funny! Love your darren!

OK, sorry for the wait, I updated my other fics, and I'm kinda slow when it comes to writing, but the wait is now over

I hereby present to you the next part, and the sound track to this one is: Girls & Boy ~ by Blur


enjoy



Part 3

Sitting in a booth in The Dog, Darren was trying desperately to contain his comments as he sat across from John Paul, Craig and Sarah, and as he felt his resolve cracking he jumped up from his seat.

“Anyone want a drink?” He asked, a little too loud, an offer that everyone at the table took him up on, “Same again I take it?”

Everyone nodded their approval before John Paul stood up too.

“I’ll give you a hand mate.” He offered.

“Nah, you’re alright.” Darren told him, but John Paul was insistent.

“I was getting up anyway, gonna go over and say hi to Spike.” He informed him, and they both headed towards the bar.

Darren stood waiting for Tim, the new barman, to take his order, while John Paul went over to the DJ booth to say hello to his boyfriend. As John Paul was making his way over to Spike, Darren noticed a group of girls eyeing up Spike, and he chuckled too himself as he thought of the shock the girls were about to get. Sure enough, as John Paul approached the DJ, he was greeted with a lingering kiss, but, to Darrens surprise, the reaction this elicited from the girls was not one of embarrassment or shock, if anything it was excitement he was sure he had witnessed. Turning around quickly, in an attempt to hide his shock, he was greeted by Tim giving him a knowing smile.

“Alright boss? What can I get you?” Tim asked, his voice tainted with a cheeky element, and his grin not subsiding even momentarily.

“What are you smirking at?” Darren said, sounding slightly angrier than he’d intended, and causing the smile on Tims face to drop.

“Nothing, I just… well, I saw you looking at them girls, and well, I thought maybe you had your eye on one. I was expecting you to send one of them a drink or something.” Tim said, suddenly seeming quite nervous at the thought he had upset the son of his boss. Sensing his discomfort Darren quickly tried to make light of the situation.

“Oh right, yeah. Well I was thinking about it, ‘til she turned round. Between you and me she’s got a face like the back end of a bus.” Darren laughed, easing the tension he had previously created.

“Right, best steering clear then.” Tim joked, “So, what’ll it be then?”

“Two large white wines and three pint of lager, please.” Darren smiled, and Tim headed off to get the drinks.

As Tim placed the drinks on the bar, Darren handed him the money and gestured to John Paul, who gave his boyfriend one last quick kiss before heading over to help Darren get the drinks back to the table. As they placed the drinks on the table Craig couldn’t help notice the confused look on his stepbrothers face.

“What’s up with you?” he asked as Darren sat down.

“Nothing, why?”

“You look, um, puzzled about something.” Craig pushed.

“It’s just…” Darren surveyed those sat around the table and hesitated, unsure of whether this was the best audience to share his thoughts with, then deciding that under the circumstances it best not continued, “It’s nothing really!”

“No come on?” Sarah interjected, “What’s on your mind? We’re all friends here!!” she grinned

“Well, if you must know I was wondering something, about girls.” Darren started, still not sure he wanted to share the information with his present company.

“We’re gonna need a bit more information if we’re gonna help, Darren.” John Paul remarked.

“Ok. Fine!” Darren sighed, “I was wondering what makes girls fancy gay guys! I mean, is it a sex thing? You know, like how guys get turned on by lesbians? Or is it about wanting something you know you can’t have, like some kind of challenge?”

“Darren!” Craig exclaimed, jumping to his feet and pulling his stepbrother aside.

“What?” Darren asked, still being dragged away from the others by a clearly unimpressed Craig, who waited until he was sure they were out of earshot before answering.

“What? Surely you cannot be that dumb that you haven’t got a clue what I’m annoyed about!?” Craig barked, “I swear, if you look up the words insensitive and jerk in the dictionary there’d be a picture of you right beside them!”

“I wasn’t being insensitive, I really am curious!” Darren protested.

“You’re unbelievable!” Craig said, anger still seething through his voice, “Of all the people to ask that you choose Hannah, who’s boyfriend left her after he realised he was gay, and Sarah, who, well, I’m sure you’re aware of the situation there. Why? Why would you ask them that?”

“You lot wouldn’t let it drop.” Darren answered, “And I am actually curious. I saw some girls earlier eyeing up Spike, but when they saw John Paul kissing him that didn’t put them off, in fact it just seemed to make them more excited. I don’t get it!”

“That still doesn’t make it ok to be so thoughtless with Sarah and Hannah!”

“What was all that about?” John Paul asked as he approached the two of them, “Hannah thinks you were having a dig at her.”

“He saw some girls looking at spike earlier and they seemed to like him more after seeing him and you together, which sparked brainiac here’s curiosity!” Craig replied before turning to Darren, “You know it’s probably just the fact he’s a DJ.”

“Yeah, that’s why they were watching him at first, but when he started playing tonsil tennis with this one, that should have put them off, no offence, but it didn’t, it made them gawk at him even more!” Darren stated, refusing to give up on his idea.

“Yeah, that happens quite a lot, they fancy him coz he’s the DJ and he’ll be very honest about his sexuality, but he still winds up leaving with at least half a dozen phone numbers. I don’t know what it is.” John Paul laughed, “A couple of times, while I’m standing right there they’ve handed him their number and said stuff like ‘well if you ever change your mind’ it’s actually quite funny.”

“See!” Darren stated, clearly pleased that John Paul had backed him up, “I knew it wasn’t just about being the DJ, girls like gay guys!”

“Ok, fine.” Craig said, “Girls like gay guys, now can we drop it and go sit down and have a nice drink without you upsetting anyone else?”

“Fine!” Darren stated, and slowly began following Craig and John Paul to the table, his mind whirring as he processed the thoughts going round it.

As the three of them returned to the table Darren made a quick half hearted apology to Hannah before sitting down and watching intently the comings and goings at the DJ box, not really listening to any conversations going on at the table where he sat, although he could her them talking away beside him. Slowly a mischievous smile spread across his face, as the thoughts whizzing round in his head came to a halt and he was left with an astonishing conclusion.

oh darren you mischevious thing! i adored it dotty, brillianty wrote and very fun can't wait for the next part already wifey

darren... dont you do anything silly now....

ah, fabtastic

i have a question though
do you have to make it so pink?
its really hard to read
i dont want it to be hard to read
i want it to be easy to read
coz if its easy to read then i can love it more-er and more-er

sad? yes.

pathetic? maybe.

but here I am, bumping my own fic. LOL

rockit hun, I'll used a different colour next time, just for you.