I'm ba-ack with the new edited, rewritten story :) I won't keep you from reading so skip the disclaimer and read the story. I'll put in the Author's Note later :)

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Watching Jean dance, I felt about a billion years old. How the hell was she still able to dance like crazy while I was still exhausted from the six and a half hour flight - plus the four hour delay because of bad weather? It was probably just the fact that, unlike Jean, I spent more time studying than socializing and hadn't properly slept in ages so I could keep my damn grades up.

She motioned for me to get onto the floor as we'll but I pretended I didn't see her madly waving hand, looking in another direction instead. If I got onto the floor, I'd probably end up just humiliating myself and I did not need to do that again - the stunt at the paragliding had been so crazy and awesome it had been stupid.

It's funny how going off to college makes you pretty much anti-social. At least in my case. And then everyone else is out chilling out and/or partying. We'll, they got into Stanford because they're actually smart. I just study a lot. And there goes me with my silent rants.

I shake my head and realize there is a boy headed my way, and quite obviously looking/staring at me. Well, unless he's looking at someone behind me. I slightly turn my head and see there's no one behind me.

Annoyingly, I've always been somewhat awkward around guys I don't know well. I've always had no idea how to respond to them without looking like an idiot. Pathetic for a girl who's 21.

I jump when Jean taps me on the shoulder.

"Have you been listening to a word I've been saying?" she asks and all I can say is, "When did you get here?"

"Obviously not," Jean sighs, shifting her weight onto the other leg. I always notice these small details about what people do. I don't know why but it just happens, and then I always remember it. Like how Jean has this habit of shifting her weight from one leg to another every four or five minutes or every minute or two under the influence of even slight alcohol. And how one of our lecturers always taps his fingers when irritated, impatient or waiting for everyone to shut up.

"Lexia? Who are you staring at?" Jean turns around and looks in the random direction I'm staring at. I realise I'm staring at the boy that had been walking towards me (or Jean). He seems to have stopped for a second to talk to someone, but every few minutes he seems to glance towards me (most probably Jean, but a girl can hope).

I look at Jean and realise she's glancing between me and the boy that I was accidentally staring at.

"Do I need to know something?" she innocently asks, but there's a slight edge in her voice, "Is there anything going on?"

"I don't even know who he is!" I protest, glaring at her, "I don't know his name, I don't know anything about him!"

"Uhuh." Jean's unconvinced.

The awkward moment when your deep in thought and you end up staring at someone intently. I really wish it didn't happen. Now Jean's going to try being matchmaker. It's not unusual for Jean, but there's something not quite right about her attitude.

"You know, I danced with him. He didn't seem to be too interested in me. He asked about you quite a bit though," Jean adds, causing me to roll my eyes.

"About two questions I bet."

"You're impossible," Jean snaps, making me think she's slightly drunk. Usually if she's infuriated by me she'd give me a kick. She then obviously tries to calm down and gives me a smile, "Come on. Come dance."

"Na," I shake my head, "Too tired. You go."

She looks like she wants to argue but in the end decides not to and leaves me standing where I am. And that's how conversations between the two of us tend to go. Our other friends have gotten used to it - I think.

"Your friend?" an unfamiliar voice asks and I turn around. It's the same boy that was looking at me, and I have to say, he's even better looking up close. His blonde hair falls over his blue eyes - which look a lot like the colour of a clear sky - and his muscles aren't completely obvious, but his t-shirt outlines them. Definitely drool worthy.

I mentally slap myself so that I answer before there's a silence and I end up forgetting what he said.

"Uh, yeah. She told me you were dancing with her earlier," I say, as calmly as possible without blushing - though I expect I am, "She enjoyed it." Well, it's not exactly a lie... hopefully.

He grins as if he knows I'm partially lying which isn't very reassuring.

"So you don't like dancing?"

"Who are you and how the hell do you know everything about me?" I blurt out, then feel my face heating up. Ah damn. See, this is why I don't tend to talk to people - because I say stupid things.

He starts laughing and I silently groan. Oh great, now I'm being laughed at. Like I don't humiliate myself enough in front of others.

I've got a good mind to walk away but the guy looks at me, his expression reassuring me that he's not laughing at me but with me - apart from the fact that I'm not laughing myself.

"I'm Lexia," I decide it's a good time to introduce myself.

"It's good I found out your name. I was going to refer to you as The Girl that Gives the Weird Comments," the boy says, "I'm..."

He pauses for a second as if deciding whether to tell me or not. "...Apollo."

"Like the Greek God?" I raise an eyebrow, slightly interested. Something sparks in the back of my mind but I brush it aside. It kind of fits - the Apollo in the myths was extremely good looking - so is this guy. I wonder if his mum guessed that he was going to be amazingly good looking.

"Mhm," Apollo nods. For a bit we don't say much else (which I'm pretty relieved about) before we start talking again about, well, pretty much anything. Like me, he has a habit of his conversations going from one thing to another to another and we never end up going back to the same topic as before. It's interesting and fun - way better then dancing.

I find out that he - like me - is a doctor (well, I'm a doctor to be, but same thing) and he - unlike me - loves music. I did piano for three years then gave up after the fourth grade exam when I was 14 because it was too tough - he finished all his piano exams at 14. I decide not to tell him of my failure with instruments.

Other than the doctor fact and that we both like the same sort of cars - at least someone agrees with me that Maserati's and Lamborghini's are the best - we could barely be more different; he hasn't seen his mum for forever, my mum would murder me if I didn't call her every week; he has one twin sister and more than a few half-siblings, I have an older brother and that's it; he likes white chocolate, I like milk chocolate (don't ask how we got to that topic); he's unbelievably good looking and I'm average - something that I only discussed with myself in my head.

We're even pretty much opposites in looks - he has blonde hair, I have dark brown hair like my mum, Apollo has blue eyes, I have green.

"Do you want a drink?" he offers after about half an hour of talking and I look at him to check he's not just messing with me - been there, done that, don't want it to happen again. "Sure..."

Yeah, this was definitely new.

Jean stumbles behind Apollo, obviously drunk, going in some random direction. I curse under my breath, knowing I would - being the amazingly wonderful friend I was - have to get her to my place and make sure that she didn't do anything stupid. Sometimes I wonder about that girl and her antics - she was going to be the death of me at this rate.

"Excuse me for a second," I apologise and move past Apollo, moving towards Jean.

I step in front of her and grab her shoulders, and see her eyes have more red veins then our body probably has (okay, exaggeration, but still). That wasn't good.

"Lexia! Where were you?! I've been looking all over for you - " I can barely manage to make out what she's saying because it's so slurred. Urgh. Way to ruin this Jean.

"Need some help?" Apollo questions from behind us. I can just imagine an amused smile on his face to go with the sound of his voice. It kind of irritates me, but it's probably mostly because Jean's being a pain.

"Nope," I say through gritted teeth, not turning around to look at him, and grab Jean's arm making sure that she doesn't run off. I hope that my tone isn't as harsh as it sounds to me. "It's fine. I'll take Jean back to my place for tonight and make sure she doesn't hurt herself too much."

"Le - "

"Jean, please shut up." I'm already in a bad mood because of her and do not need it to be made worse by one of her comments while she's drunk.

Apollo chuckles, and I turn around to face him.

"I should probably go before Jean decides to get another drink..." I begin awkwardly, trying to keep a firm grip on Jean's arm even though she's trying to get away. I don't think she even realises Apollo's there.

He looks at us then says, "Here, I'll give you my number so if you need any help you can just call or text me."

I probably blush and say, "Can you just put your number onto me phone? I don't think I'll be able to cause Jean's making it kind of hard to." To prove my point she stamps on my foot and my eye twitches. I squeeze her arm to send her a silent message to stop it or I'd end up hitting her upside the head later before digging my phone out of my pocket and handing it to Apollo.

He quickly enters his number into my phone before pulling out his own phone and doing something - probably texting or calling from my phone to his - so my number's on his phone as well. At my puzzled look he answers, "So I know who it's from and don't end up blocking you. Though I doubt I need to - it'd be pretty hard to forget you."

Damned butterflies.

"Thanks," I say, taking my phone back, "I probably should go now. See you later?"

Now, I'm not one of those stupid ditz' that 'fall in love' at first sight, but I wasn't going to pass a chance with an extremely hot guy - I wasn't that stupid.

He gives me a wink.

"See ya."

I - literally - drag Jean outside though she's still fighting against me and get a taxi back home.

I can imagine exactly what's going to happen judging by my mum's predictability. A yummy meal, chocolate chip cookies - which I was definitely going to snatch a few off before bed, warm bed completely ready for me to fall asleep in and the spare room set in case Jean was wasted - which she was.

However, I can't completely forget Apollo though and he crosses my mind for a second. Along with that though, comes a slightly uneasy feeling that I can't fully understand. I close my eyes and yawn, letting myself relax for the first time in what seems like forever.

San Francisco was great and all but New York was by far the best.

So... I changed some stuff, not too much, not too little, so that it should work. I've got a pretty good idea of what I'm going to do and I'm not going to get off track :)

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