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been the bang up the tree, he thought. Then he imagined the dog wearing glasse s and he started grinning.
    “ What ' s so funny? ” asked Josie.
    “ I was just imagining Glen wearing specs so he can see trees! ”
    “ Ah, ” said Josie, “ p oor Glen! ” She jumped up, patted the dog, and ran a short distance away. Glen took the bait and leapt up, charging after her, barking softly. Josie giggled and spun round in a circle, with the dog following her lead. Soon he ' d given up and was chasing his tail, so she began to chase round after it.
    Ben laughe d. She was cool and Glen obviously thought so too. Silently wishing he had asked her out, but knowing the moment had passed, Ben stood up and watched the two pl ayers chasing around the grass for a seco n d before heading over to join in the crazy dance .

Chapter 5
     
    Josie woke up with a start . She peered over the top of her duvet, squinting at the sun stre aming through the curtains – so much for a lie-in. The sound of that damn bass guitar vibrated along the ceiling, accompanied by some thumping . It was Sunday! What exactly was he doing? Stamping up and down in time with it?
    She pulled the duvet over her head and buried her face in the pillow. She really had to invest in some earplugs – super- streng t h . Closing her eyes, she tried to return to the dream, but she couldn ' t. Smiling , she decided to think about Joh n n y Depp... naked, i n the shower , his body glistening with water . Sod ' s law was that by the time she got to the interesting bit, she would drop off to sleep. One, two, he was taking off his shirt…
    Wee-eee-ooo-ee e , the bass suddenly screamed in a high-pitched wail . Jo h nny Depp jumped in fright and vanished from her imaginati on. Ppf f! He was gone . That was it! Enough! She wasn ' t going to listen to th at racket all morning . T hat was really taking the piss. It sounded like an elephant playing with his trunk and stomping. She kicked off the duvet, slouched out of bed in a grump, grabbed her dressing gown and slipped her feet into her slippers.
    She didn ' t stop to check the mirror to see if she had bad bed hair, but opened her bedroom door and stomped up the steep steps to the attic room. At the top, she balanced precariously while holdi ng on to the rail with one hand and knocking loudly with the other. When there was no reply she knocked louder – still nothing. He p robably couldn ' t hear above that really a nnoying noise. S he rapped the hatch as hard as she could.
    There came a whining sound from t he other end of the landing. Oo ps , I must have woken the dog, but then maybe he was awake anyway , she thought. Nothing could sleep through that, surely. How did Ben cope with that every weekend ? She guess ed he must be a heavy sleeper .
    “ Coming! ” called a voice from beyond the hatch. “ Wait a sec! ”
    Josie stepped backwards , down a step or two, straightened her robe, and held on to the two staircase rails.
    The hatch opened and Davi d stuck his head out. He looked immaculate. There was n ot a hair out of place as he gave a big smile of perfect , white g nashers . “ What ' s up? ”
    “ I am! ” said Josie, more angrily than she had planned.
    “ You are? ” a sked David. “ I don ' t understand. ”
    “ I am up because you wo ke me with your bloody guitar! W ho plays bass at 7am on a Sunday morning? Weirdos?! ”
    “ Sorry, I… ”
    “ And you woke me yesterday morning, ” said Josie, not let ting him get a word in edgeways. “ I ' ve only just moved in! My job is knackering and I really need my sleep! ”
    “ S -s orry, b -b ut, ” stammered David, unused to being spoken to in such a way by a woman , although he thought she looked kind o f cute with that messed up hair and those furry slippers .
    “ P lease stop o r put some damn head phones on , like normal people ! ” finished Josie , before turning and stomping down the steps. Except it was more of a tripping motion than a stomp, as she slid