"I'll see you on Friday, then?" Standing outside of my place, I am in Doug's warm and defined arms.

Holding me tighter, he exhales loudly. "You will." Resting his chin on my head, he then cuddles me harder. "I wish you didn't have to work tomorrow, you could have flown out with me?"

I have already agreed to do a twelve hour shift tomorrow, and not one to ever let work down, I just mould myself even more into his goodbye embrace. "It's just a day." I quietly tell him, enjoying more of our sweet doorstep cuddle. "I can't let work down, because they'll stop offering me the bank hours if I start becoming all unreliable on them." Is my sensible yet regrettable explanation of why I can't fly out with him tomorrow.

Now stroking my hair, Doug understandingly agrees. "I know what you're saying." Kissing me lightly on my lips, he closes his eyes like he's now savouring our goodbye kiss. Then taking a gentle hold of my face with his hands, he draws slightly back from my mouth. "I'm glad you said yes, by the way." His thumbs stroke my cheeks, while he naturally smiles at me. "See you on Friday." Bringing his mouth firmly back against mine, he now kisses me in a truly attentive way. His silky lips are expressing how much they will miss me, how they can't wait to softly be back on mine again sometime soon. "I'd better go, or I never will."

With a sexy grin, I look him right in the eye. "I really like the sound of the last option."

He almost winces. "Don't tempt me?"

"But I am!" I tease.

He laughs, then kisses me again one last time before separating our lips. "I really am going now." He says, forcing himself to walk away from me. "See you Friday."

"You certainly will!" I loudly say behind him.

As he gets into his Jeep, he waves with one of his big and gorgeous smiles. So, I wave back with a smile that I hope looks just as gorgeous to him. As he drives off, I put the key into my door and kind of float back into my flat. And it is while I float, that I see Nancy lying on my sofa and watching the telly.

"Sorry, hun...had another row with my mum tonight." Nance looks thoroughly fed up. Her hair is all messy on the side that she's been watching the telly on and she's already taken all of her make-up off.

"What about now?" It's not unusual for Nancy to stay here after a humongous row with her mum.

Pulling her knees up to her chest, she stretches her nightie right over them. "Money...again!" She huffs, sounding frustrated and upset.

Removing my shoe boots beside her on the sofa, I offer my friend some compassionate support. "Oh hun, I'm so sorry to hear that." Unlike my parents, Nancy's are not on board with what she does for a living. They want her to find a proper job, and to not be a singer with an undependable wage. Even though she works part time for a recruitment agency to support herself with, it's still not enough for her parents. It also doesn't help that her younger sister is successfully working in a bank. All the time, her parents are harassing Nancy to find a full-time job, to stop living with her head in the clouds about singing. Although Nance always tries to wear a brave face, I know it often hurts how her family like to treat her. "I wish there was more I could do?" My sympathetic eyes look over at her, wishing I could wave a magic wand and vanquish all of her problems.

She smiles, solemn yet so grateful. "Just letting me be here is more than enough, hun." Her chin now sits on her bent up knees. "And your lovely mumma made me some hot chocolate with little marshmallows on top."

That is just what my thoughtful mum would do. Nancy is adored by my family, and in our own small ways, we all try to make life that little bit better for her. "I'm glad she's been spoiling you while I was gone."

Nance starts grinning at me. "Yes, talking of gone, Tezzer tells me that you've been out with a certain gorgeous DJ tonight? The same gorgeous DJ that you weren't supposed to be seeing until Friday?" Her twitching brows are teasingly now high on her forehead. "You both can't seem to stay away from each other." Her lips are now pursed with such playfulness.

"We like each other." I get off the sofa and look for my make-up wipes. With them found and now in my hand, I sit back beside Nancy on the sofa. "He asked me to dinner. We had a lovely time." I proceed to tell her, whilst removing my make-up from my face.

My amused friend watches me with a smile. "You went to dinner and you had a lovely time?" She asks, still messing about with me.

Gently rubbing away my mascara, I answer. "Yeah, we did."

Releasing her legs from her nightie, Nancy stretches out her slender pins in front of herself with a grin. "Ah, so you're now a we?" Her green eyes are enjoying their taunting of me. "Stop holding out on me, Frankie...just tell me what is happening between you guys." She jigs about on the sofa with such a girlish grin, I'd be forgiven for thinking that she's actually a twenty six year old woman.

I don't know why, but I feel a little apprehensive telling Nancy that Doug and I are now dating. I'm so happy right now, I just don't need her to be telling me that I'm rushing into things, that I hardly know him...that it's maybe a really bad idea. "We really like each other, Nance." Just slips off my tongue. A little prelude to what I'm just about to tell her.

"And?" She urges me on, with a friendly smile of course.

With my face now free of make-up, I get up to put the dirty wipes in the bin and to start getting into my nightwear. "Doug asked me whether we could start properly seeing each other tonight." I quietly confess, slipping off my skinny jeans whilst sat on my bed. "And I've said I would like to."

Rising from off the sofa, Nance comes and joins me on the end of my bed. "That's great, hun! But why are you looking all anxious as you tell me this?"

Pulling the ruffle top over my head, I sigh hard. "I don't know, I maybe thought you were going to tell me to slow down, that it's all happening too soon?"

"Is that what you think?"

My brows knit together. "Maybe a little?"

Nance then smiles. "But not enough to stop it from happening, am I right?"

Now smiling as I slip my nightie on, I don't lie to my clued-up friend. "Right." My smile spreads across my face. Things with Doug are moving quickly. Things are happening fast. But I don't care. It feels good being with him. It feels naturally right. "I don't know, Nance, I just really do like him. He's not like anyone I have ever met before. I feel like a different me when I am with him." How I wonderfully feel, starts spilling out of me as I sit on the bed wearing only my nightie and a smitten smile.

Throwing her arm around me, Nancy rests her head on my shoulder. "Hun, you're twenty seven years old. If you want to be with Doug, you be with Doug. You're a grown woman, who has been around long enough to know her own mind. If you think he makes you happy, let him make you happy. You just know when it feels right, right?"

I'm gently chuckling. "That's exactly what he said. Doug told me that when you know, you know." I smile at the thought of him telling me it.

Huddling in closer, Nancy is nodding against my shoulder. "We do know."

Bringing my arms right around my friend, I sigh with just how content I feel tonight. "Now, what are we going to do about your parents?"

Sounding like a lost little girl, Nancy mumbles. "Can't Geraldine and Roger just adopt me?"

Squeezing her tighter, my voice is soft. "I think my mum and dad kind of already have." I affectionately tell Nancy. "And I love you, and Tezzer thinks that you're waaaaaay cooler than I am."

She laughs at that. "Not anymore apparently, now that you're with Doug, Tezzer thinks you're now beyond cool." She laughs again.

"Yeah, that brotherly accolade will run dry in about a week, I reckon." I amusingly grumble back, knowing just how quickly Tezzer can change how much he loves things and people. He has the attention span of a gnat.

"But your brother loves you, hun."

"I know he does. In his annoying Tezzer way, I know he does." This is where I hold Nancy tighter. Her relationship with her sister is almost as bad as it is with her parents. Nance has just never seemed to fit the Nelson family mould. She is creative, funny and a little disorganised. Whereas Deborah and Lee Nelson are rigid in their thinking, rigid in their lives, and rigid in their parenting. Which works for Racheal, Nancy's sister, because she's just as rigid in personality as her parents are.

"Thank yoooooooou!" Nancy gratefully gushes. "I don't know what I'd do without you and your family, hun?"

"We will always be here for you, Nance...always."

Sitting back up, sneakily trying to wipe a small tear that had formed in her right eye, she smirks at me. "Am I going to be safe in your bed tonight? I mean, I don't want you trying to dry hump me, mistaking me for Doug or something?"

Standing up because I want to go and brush my teeth, I quickly throw back my side of the duvet, throwing Nancy a playful glare as I do. "As much as I love you, you're definitely not Doug."

With my back to her, Nance is still talking to me. "So I'm safe, then?"

Just as I'm entering the shower room, I look back over my shoulder. "You're safe. Now turn off the telly and just get into bed. I've got to finish off my song tomorrow morning before I start my afternoon shift...I need sleep!"

"As if you're going to sleep much tonight? You're just going to dream of a certain dark and gorgeous DJ." Nance quietly states, while she softly walks across the room to switch off the tv.

Smiling with a mouthful of frothy and minty toothpaste, I inwardly concede that my dear friend is more than likely very right.

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