Between Maude and myself we had probably gone over every single possible way that we could come face to face with the man that we both dreamed about on a daily basis. Falling for the same guy was a death sentence to most friendships, but Jackson had always been just a fantasy for the two of us, so there was no harm in us both liking him. Even though we had gone through so many possible scenarios, I was pretty sure that me falling on my face, spraining my ankle and meeting Jackson that was hadn't been among the many things that we had come up with. Still, now that it was happening, it was definitely my favorite. I fell over a lot, I was pretty much a walking talking disaster. On the days that I didn't fall over, I would bump my head against something, I would accidentally trip down the stairs, not a day went by that I didn't hurt myself, and this was the first time in my life that I was more than grateful for this clumsy part in my personality. With his arm around my waist, the same arm that I had been staring at for the past few hours as it tensed and relaxed as he played the many instruments on the stage, I was pretty unaware of anything else. I knew that Candida and Maude were right by my side the entire time, but, as terrible as I felt to admit it, I was kind of caught up in the man in boots.

"Alright, sit down here for a sec,"

I had barely noticed that we had already made it inside and before I knew it I was on a more than comfy couch and looked around to accustom myself for the part of the venue that I hadn't seen just yet. It wasn't that special, but I felt pretty damn lucky to see it anyway.

My two friends hovered near the door and even though I could see that Candida was trying so hard not to get distracted by her perfection on a stick, I knew that she was dying to get closer to him. I smirked softly, nodding towards her and mouthing 'go get him'. Her face flushed for a moment, almost like she hadn't expected me to know what she really wanted to do. I grinned, suddenly remembering something that she always said that she would do. Before I knew it, I was lip-syncing a part of the most horrible song, ending with the signature hip trust at the 'I wanna get freaky with you' part. Candida giggled, rolling her eyes, Maude laughed and shook her head slightly, both of which made the man in boots turn to them and then back to me, a soft grin resting around his lips.

I blinked, praying to all the gods that he had not just seen me do what I did and shifted on the couch slightly, deciding to just shed my coat in order to give myself something to do, as he brought a chair and set it down across from me, sitting down on it slowly. Why was his every move so sensual, just watching him sitting down on a chair made me want to bit my lip and exhale shakily. I shifted again, accidentally using my right foot to move and wincing slightly, now I was a sitting disaster. Maude still hovered near the door, smiling at me softly before grinning slowly and shifting her eyes between me and the man in boots, I couldn't help but smile back at her, then finally allowing my eyes to settle on the man in front of me.

He was careful as he gently rested my leg onto his thigh, I tried not to get lost in the fact that his hand was against my leg and tried to focus on what he was actually doing.

"So, what? You're a doctor along with all your many other talents?"

There was that grin again, there was no way that I could keep my lips from forming a soft smile as I looked at him, tucking my hair behind my ear again before resting my hands against the couch on either side of my legs, sitting up a bit more.

"Not exactly, but I've seen my fair share of sprained ankles,"

"Yeah, bet you have girls falling for you all the time," as soon as the words left my mouth I could feel the faint rush moving along my neck and cheeks, making my normally pale white skin turn slightly pink. He didn't look up at him, but I could see the smile that was curling his lips again, at least he wasn't laughing at me, just smiling, that wasn't too bad.

"Not quite like this though,"

"Good, I'm still special then," I really had to learn to shut up.

The black cowboy boot was eased off easily enough, I winched again slightly but it wasn't too bad, it was good to know that he could be gentle in times like this, I made sure to make a mental note of that. I had to admit, he could have fooled me with being a doctor, the way that he kept his gaze on my ankle, though I could have sworn his gaze moved for a second, but that was probably just my own imagination. Without me realizing it my tongue moved along my lips as he rested his hand against my leg again, biting down on my bottom lip as I tilted my head slightly.

"How does it feel?"

"Pretty damn good," I breathed, he smirked as he looked up at me and I couldn't stop myself from turning a little red again.

I was not one to be embarrassed by what I said, I wasn't one to be ashamed of the word vomit that flooded out of my mouth every five minutes. But that was under normal circumstances, in this case, everything was different. Part of me was convinced that I had hit my head against the pavement so hard that this was just some kind of dream, that I was going to wake up in the hospital in a few minutes because I got knocked out by the concrete.

For a moment his attention seemed caught by something, I furrowed my eyebrows slightly before I noticed what it was that he was tilting his head at. His hand moved to trace his fingers against the top of my foot gently, I couldn't help but twitch my foot slightly.

"Tickles," I murmured when he looked up at me to check if I was alright.

"Sorry," there was that damn smirk again, it was going to be the death of me.

"'S alright," it wasn't like I wanted him to stop touching me, even if it was just my foot, at this point and contact with him was fine with me.

"I can't give you my expert doctor opinion," he said, very gently resting my foot back onto the floor, which almost made me pout like a little kid because I had been very comfortable sitting that close to him. "But I think you'll be alright, ya might want to sit for a bit longer though," he added. I wanted to open my mouth to tell him that I would sit wherever he wanted me to, but I managed to stop myself before I actually said it, instead I just nodded slowly. Sitting was probably a good thing, I needed a moment to think about everything that had just happened in the last few minutes.

"I'll be right back," I looked up at him, and even though he said it, he made no move that suggested that he was going to get up and leave, he just sat there for a minute longer. It took me a moment to realize that he was leaning closer, my breath hitched in my throat and I couldn't take my eyes off of his. The bright green was almost hypnotizing and I couldn't look away no matter how much I wanted to because the gaze was making it really difficult to keep breathing. He smiled softly, tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear. He lingered again, staring into my eyes like he was trying to read them. For a second it seemed like he realized that he was staring, sitting back in his chair and clearing his throat before he muttered to himself and got up, walking past Maude and moving out of my sight. I could finally release the breath that I had been holding the entire time, sighing loudly.

"What the hell was that?" Maude had taken his seat and looked at me like, obviously eager for more information.

"I think I just had a heartattack," I told her, smirking softly and shaking my head. I rested my palm against my chest, feeling my heart finally catching up with the rest of my body, racing rapidly.

"Are you sure I didn't just hit my head really hard?" I asked my friend, looking up at her, not able to beat the smirk from my face.

"I'm sure, and this isn't a dream either," she replied, "If it had been, I would have been making out with him in the closet right now," she added, grinning at me. I laughed, more than I should have, but this moment was so surreal, it was laughable.