Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Four Brothers; I do own Dylan and any other characters that you aren't familiar with.

This starts off when Jack is 19 and has just recently left Detroit, and goes from there.

"How many other bands are playing at this gig again Del?" I asked as I took a long drag on the cigarette hanging from my finger tips.

"I dunno kid. About four I think." Frankie Deleon replied

I nodded and dug my hand into my pockets as we entered the club. A few of the other bands were there already rehearsing. I looked around, I liked to look for people with good talent as my band was pretty crummy, not to mention the fact they're all stoners. I never really did dig that kinda stuff, drugs I mean. I followed Del, still glancing around as we walked through to the front of the club where a guy was sitting on stage tuning his guitar.

I glanced over at him as Del went to talk to the manager of the club leaving me alone with the guy. I sat down at the opposite end of the stage and pulled my own guitar out and swung it across my chest. I closed my eyes and swung my feet back and forth. When I opened them he was looking at me a perplexed look on his face. I shifted my head and put my feet up on the stage hugging my knees as he went back to tuning. I sat for a few minutes just staring at my feet and running my fingers up and down the strings of my guitar then lit up another cigarette.

"You want one?" I asked holding out the packet.

"What?" He asked

I raised an eyebrow "Would you like a ciga..."

"Oh…yeah. Thanks."

I smiled a little and threw the packet to him.

"You playing tonight?" He asked

I nodded "Yeah. You too?"

He nodded and took a drag on the cigarette, inhaling deeply.

"That's cool." I looked around for Del.

"Your band got an agent?" He asked

I jumped and then looked at him shook my head.

"No."

"Oh right. I thought that guy was your agent."

"No. He's just a friend. Got us the gig but he ain't our agent. What about yours?"

"No. I'm sort of looking for a new band right now."

"Yeah? Me too. Always am. Don't say anything. But my band sucks."

He laughed a little and looked up at me. "You got a name?"

"Dylan." I leaned over and held my hand out to him.

"Jack." He replied shaking it.

"It's nice to meet you Jack."

"Yeah. You too."

I smiled and then asked the question that had been running through my head since he first looked at me "You got a girlfriend?" I blurted it out then threw my hands over my mouth immediately.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked that I hardly know you and…"

"No. I don't have a girlfriend."

"Oh. Right. That's too bad."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Me? No. Not right now."

Jack

"And that's what happened. Exactly that." I explained to Kyle.

"What. That's it? You didn't get her number or anything?"

"No. No number. Just a name." I replied

"Dylan? Isn't that a guy's name?" Matt asked hazily.

"Can be. But it suited her."

"So what'd she look like then? She hot?"

"She was…nice. She looked comfortable. I don't know. She looked real."

Dylan

"So he was hot yeah Dyl?" Maisy asked eyes wide with excitement.

"Define hot." I replied kicking a stone along the road.

"Well. You know. Hot. Hot. Just well hot."

"He looked real. He was, I don't know. Yeah I guess he was hot."

"Oh. Well then I say go for it." Maisy chimed

I looked at her and shook my head "I can't 'go for it' because I met him one time, got his

first name and no number."

"Oh. Well why'd you even tell me then?"

"Because you asked. 'Dyl! Dyl! Did ya meet any guys?' So I told ya."

"Oh yeah. Anyway, I met this guy in the coffee house yesterday, names Kyle, he asked me to meet him tonight, said he has a friend, so I said I have a friend, then he said oh well our friends can meet and be like…friends."

I laughed and nodded "Ok then Maisy. When?"

"When what?"

"Well when are we gonna meet them?"

"Ohhh. Right, at 8. So...now."

Jack

"This girl was really hot."

"Yeah. You've said man." I replied bored of telling him so.

"She has a friend. She's bringing her. I thought you might wanna get laid so I told her to bring one."

"Yeah man. I know."

"There she is."

I looked up, a little more interested and glanced over to the bar where a blonde haired girl, dressed in minimum clothing was standing. I raised an eyebrow, there didn't appear to be a friend with her. I followed Kyle over, glancing up every so often to see if a 'friend' had yet appeared.

"Hey…" Kyle began, obviously, not much to my surprise, he'd forgotten her name. I almost pitied this poor girl; she seemed to be convinced that Kyle was actually interested in more than screwing her.

"Maisy." She finished with a small grin.

Her eyes fluttered over to me where they remained for a few seconds. I just nodded to her. She really wasn't the type I go for. Not that I really have a type, but she was just to fake. When I next looked up Kyle was handing me a drink. I gladly accepted it and sat down still looking around. That was when I saw her.

'Oh shit.' Is pretty much all that came to mind.

"Hey Kyle I'm just gonna go to the toilet. I'll be back soon."

Kyle nodded as I walked away. I stood next to the toilet doors for a minute then walked back over. I sighed and hit myself in the leg as I returned. Her friend. Of course. I should've known. I half smiled as I returned.

"Hi."

"Dylan, this is…"

"Jack. I know. We've met before."

Dylan

Great. Just wonderful. Its not that I wasn't glad to see him, its just I hadn't expected it. I could tell from the moment I walked in that Maisy's 'date' was an asshole. Jack, on the other hand, was being really cool. At first all we did was occasionally smile and nod, as you do with people you hardly know, and then we started to talk. About music. Well not to begin with. Neither of us knew what to say, so he ended up starting a conversation about froot loops.

"So. You like froot loops then?"

"What?" I asked laughing slightly

"Do you like froot loops?"

"Yeah. I love froot loops. The colours are just great. And I love the shape too.

So…round. I find froot loops really interesting."

"No shit. Me too." Jack replied

I laughed a little and took a drink out of my glass. "So. Tell me about yourself then Jack."

"What do you wanna know?"

"Anything. How old you are. Favourite band. Idols. Favourite colour. Siblings. Birth place. Anything."

"Ok then. I'm 19. I have too many favourite bands. My idol is I guess maybe someone like Eddie Van Halen, favourite colour is probably black. I have 3 brothers, all older than me. I was raised in Detroit but I don't know where I was born."

I grinned and laughed. "What about you?" He asked

"Well. I'm 19 also. My favourite band is probably I don't know…my idol would have to be either John Lennon, Madonna or someone else like that. Actually maybe Che Guevara…Favourite colour is red. I have a huge family, 5 brothers. 2 sisters, all younger than I am. Oh and an older half brother. And I was born and raised in Portland."

"Well. I feel like I know you a lot more now."

"Yeah. Me too. A whole lotta stuff. So how old are your brothers then?"

"Well Bobby, he's almost 6 years older than me, so he's 25, Jerry is 4 years older than I am, so yeah he's 23 and Angel is 3 years older than me, so 21. My mom Evelyn, she adopted us all, but I've never really thought of them as anything other than my brothers you know?"

I nodded, although I really couldn't say that I did, simply because I'd never been in a situation like that. "Hey, would you like another drink?" I asked

"Umm sure. Here I'll buy them."

I shook my head "Nah, don't worry about it. It ain't my money anyways." I laughed a little as his eyes seemed to widen "Maisy gave it to me, told me to buy a couple of drinks, she's kinda not interested in anything but getting laid to be honest with you. I mean your friend seems like a really…really…cool guy."

"Yeah. He's a bit of a jerk. He's cool though. I mean he rules on drums."

I nodded again "Well. That's what matters. If you can play drums then you're obviously a really cool person."

"True." Jack replied

I nodded and ordered two more drinks. We talked more, until it was quite late, then we both left, switching numbers. I highly doubted I'd see him again, but it just seemed right to switch numbers anyway. He seemed pretty cool. Maybe I'd call him after all.