Dylan's POV

I rolled out of bed to the sound of ringing. Who in their right mind could be calling at this hour? I looked over at the alarm clock. OK, so maybe I'd slept in a little late, but still, I'd had a late night. I stumbled over to the phone and picked it up. "Hello?"

"Uh…hey…it's Jack." The voice on the other end replied

"Jack….Jack….ohhh Jack…so whatsup?"

"Nothing really…I just thought I'd call you…"

"Okay then. So how are you then?"

"I'm good, I suppose. How are you?"

"Tired. I had a late night. I was performing and then I got totally wasted and now I'm hung over, but yeah otherwise I'm just peachy."

"Oh. Well, I'll let you go back to sleep then."

I shook my head then remembered he couldn't actually see me. "No…don't worry about it…I need to get up anyway. I have a thing tonight at this thing."

Jack's POV

I raised an eyebrow "A thing at this thing? Very organised I see."

"Of course I am. The most."

I smiled. Why I was calling her, I don't know. "So? I was thinking maybe you might want to meet up later…"

"What? Like a date or something?"

I shrugged my shoulders then it hit me that she couldn't see me. "I suppose you could call it that...well yeah I guess."

"Sure…I mean you're a cool old guy. I'd like to meet up with you to go on what you could call a date."

I laughed slightly. "Well then…I guess I'll see you later then."

"Don't you want to know where I live, or tell me where to meet you?"

"Shit…I'll meet you at the…ugh…where do you wanna meet?"

"I'll meet you outside of that bar and grill on 5th avenue. I live only a few blocks away from there."

"Okay then…so I'll see you in about an hour?"

"Sure. I'll see you then…then. Later."

"Bye."

Dylan's POV

I hung up the phone and stretched. I was so hung over. I plopped down on the couch and looked around the empty apartment. I hated being home on my own. I stretched again then forced myself to my feet and went to shower.

Getting showered really woke me up. The hot water was off which meant I showered in freezing cold water, which felt more like ice to be entirely honest. But still, it woke me up at least. I quickly dried my hair and pulled it back into a messy ponytail. It doesn't really take much to dry as it's quite short and the good thing is I don't have to straighten it because it already is straight. I guess I inherited that from my mom.

I looked at the clock; only quarter of an hour had passed. I looked down at myself. I had gotten out of the shower and put back on my pyjamas. With a sigh I stumbled into my bedroom to get ready. I'm really not one for dressing up, because I think when people do that, they all really look the same, so I tend to dress down, wearing whatever I see fit for the day or for my mood. Today I really couldn't give a damn about what I wore so I just pulled a plain white beater out of the closet and pulled on a pair of jeans then sat down on my bed. I looked around the room and over at the clock, only 5 minutes had passed since I last looked. I sighed and bent down to get my sneakers from under the bed. Damn. They weren't there. I crawled over to the closet and pulled out my keds then stood up and pulled them on. I wondered why he'd actually called me. I guessed that he thought I would be a good friend or something like that. I have a lot of friends that are guys. Which I don't really understand. I think Jack seems cool though, sort of different, there was something about him, you know that hug factor, I wanted to hug him really bad. He just had this sort of look to him, which I can't explain, but it made me want to hug him. He also had that whole personality thing going on. To be honest, I'm not one for relationships, and I'm not really a very nice person. I mean to my friends I am. I'm nice, but I suck at relationships and to be quite frank the whole idea of having a boyfriend or being in a serious relationship scares me. But who knows, maybe Jack will be different. Not that we'll go out, but I don't know, he's sort of got me all googly eyed and really attracted, but to more than what he looks like, to who he is.

Jack's POV

"Hey." I greeted

"Hey…you alright?"

I nodded "Yeah…are you?"

"I am. I'm very good."

"Good…you look nice."

"I do? Huh…thanks…I'm not one for dressing up. You look…nice…no…cool."

I nodded, she was making me nervous. I smiled and kicked at the ground with the toe of my sneaker. "So, where do you wanna go then?"

She looked around and then turned back to me and grinned. "I'm not the best person to ask for ideas. I have a very limited…you know brain."

I shook my head "I'm sure that's not true."

"Oh. A charmer huh? Sweet."

I didn't reply, just sort of smirked. I looked around and then back at her, she was looking at me, still grinning like a Cheshire cat. I sighed a little and raised an eyebrow.

"Something wrong?" I asked.

She shook her head "No. I like you, you know. I think we could be real good friends. Yeah, I like you a lot."

"Yeah….I like you too."