I Wanna Hold You (McFLY) 17

*Steph's POV*
Gah, Jones is so bogus. Revenge...Hm maybe Dougie can help me. I glared back at Danny, who was glaring out the window. Dougie and I should go swimming! I wanna go swimming! Woah, random much? Finally, we pulled up to the hotel.
Without waiting for the others, I jumped out, ran up the stairs, and ran into James Bourne. Immediatly 'James Bourne shall smite you!' ran through my head, a joke between Amanda and Summer. No idea why it's funny, but whatever. So i suppose I shouldn't have been running, considering I pretty much ambushed James, and his arms which had been full of paper, were now empty.
"Oops, sorry Steph," he reached out his hand and helped me up.
"No, it was my fault. Don't worry about it."
"Yea, you're right. It was your fault." What a cheeky grin.
"Yea yea yea." I said, rolling my eyes, "Well if you'll excuse me, I'm going swimming!" I rushed up to the room, leaving James to pick up his papers.
I woke Dougie from his nap, "Put on your trunks! We're going swimming!"
"But I don't waaaaaaaaant toooooo! I want to sleeeeeep!"
So I jumped on him and started tickling him. No one keeps me from swimming!
"Ok! Ok! I give in! We'll go swimming!"
"Good. Let's go!"
We changed and I practically drug Dougie down to the pool.
We had been swimming for about 20-30 minutes when Danny came down. Apparently he wasn't planning on swimming since he was fully dressed. I looked over at at Dougie, who looked over at me. Ha. We had the same idea.
"Hey Danny!" I called him over. "I'm sorry about earlier. Truce?" I reached out my hand. By that time, Dougie was beside me. Danny smiled.
"Yea. Truce." As he reached for my hand, Dougie and I yanked him in.
"Score!" We high-fived.
"Wow, Rat. You look like a drowned rat! Dougie laughed.
"Doug, that was pretty lame, but yea, he does look like it! Haha!"
Danny just glared, and got out of the pool, awkwardly. His shoes made a squishing sound and his jeans looked like they were about to fall off.
"Of course, you know this means war..." He grumbled darkly.
Dougie and I both simply said, "You'll lose."
"Whatever...I'm sooooooo getting you..." and with that, he squished back to his room.

*Danny's POV*
Pah! snorkle snort. Meh!
(me: ok then...he's a bit grumpy...let's go to Summer's POV)

*Summer's POV*
I had just gotten off of the phone when Danny walked in, soaked.
"What happened to you, chico?" I asked, trying not to laugh.
"Stephanie and Dougie just bloody yanked me into the pool! This is war!" He stormed into the bathroom to take a shower.
Now back to that phone call. It was from the doctor I went to earlier this month...digesting the news...No um.....baby. The first test was wrong. The test at the doctor's was switched with another. He said maybe stress had caused the bloating...No wonder I wasn't getting any bigger. Wow, how is Danny going to take this? He seems so stoked...
Danny was coming out of the shower now. How was I going to tell him?