A/N:

Hey guys!!!

I know it has been an eternity since I posted... I guess I've been uninspired.

But my muse is back... so I've decided to re-write this story to fix some things I haven't been very satisfied with !!!

I hope you enjoy!!

This is the new and *crosses fingers* improved chapter numero uno!

Chapter 1: Meeting

Chapter One

She got on the elevator, already late for her appointment. Oblivious that there was someone else in there she threw down her backpack with a sigh of frustration.

"Are you ok?" said a husky voice behind her. She jumped startled by his presence. The first thing she noticed was that he was tall, really tall, had smoky blue eyes and incredibly messy dirty blonde hair. "O-Oh, yeah" They stood in awkward silence, she with her leg in a cast, he with his wrist.

He looked at the girl in front of him and couldn't help but think how beautiful she was. A redhead, her long hair falling in cascades down her back, freckles covering her nose and cheeks and her eyes in the deepest shade of green. A pang of guilt seized him noticing how he had been staring at her, he turned away trying to hide his flushed cheeks. Thankfully she hadn't noticed.

"So, How'd that happen'?" He said pointing a finger at her leg. She looked at him with curiosity; he was nice she gathered, despite the rebel-without-a-cause image he tried to portray.

"I fell, again, down the flight of stairs in my building, what about you?"

"I punched some guy and he didn't like it"

"Oh, I guess I should see the other guy..."

"Yeah" They were both silent for a while waiting for the elevator to finish its trip. Suddenly it stopped with a deafening thud and the emergency alarm started its thrill.

"Shit! Now I'm never going to get there!" He looked at her flushed face and started laughing his husky laugh.

"For someone so small you pack quite a temper" With a sigh of resignation he sat on the floor and started singing a song about a plastic Jesus.

After pacing a few steps in each direction and controlling her need to scream, she gave in and tried to sit on the floor across from him, a difficult feat considering her cast. Jack got up and without much effort helped her sit.

"Thanks" She said blushing.

"Yeah, anytime"

"So...what was that you were singing?" It was his turn to blush.

"Ah... just a song I wrote for my band"

"Sounds nice"

"Thanks"

"I'm Alex, by the way, Alexandria"

"Jack"

"Nice to meet you…" She smiled.

"Yeah, you too."

"You play guitar?" She said, pointing to the case he was carrying a minute before.

"Yeah"

"Wow and you're a songwriter too. Should I get a pad for your autograph or something?"

"Naw, we're not even close to that yet. A few gigs here and there but nothing mayor."

"Sounds good."

"Yeah, well we try. Anyway, what do you do?"

"I'm in school… Art school"

"I figured as much"

"Why?"

"You've got paint on your shorts…"

"Oh- she laughed- I knew I forgot something. I loose track of time when I paint"

"It happens to the best of us"

"I guess" she smiled at him amicably and they fell into a comfortable silence.

She found herself intrigued as he took out his guitar and began playing a gentle melody, not what she expected. Following his lead she took out her sketch pad and began drawing the silhouette of him. The way he held his guitar almost as if he was afraid to break it, his fingers flexed and poised ready for a new composition. She smiled as she saw his eyes droop and finally the way he fell asleep with his guitar still in his hands.

Two hours later they were rescued. Jack was still asleep and Alex was busy putting the final touches on her sketch of him. He woke up abruptly, swearing under his breath as the firemen opened the doors. He helped her get up and together they took the stairs to the doctor's office.

"Damn Luck! They're closed." She said.

"Figures. You hungry?" He said with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Starved actually."

"There's a pizza place out front wanna share?"

"Sure"