Chapter 2
Sitting on the couch in their apartment Jack stared at Crutchie. "Crutch, I don't know what to do. He is really handsome but a professor. I have never seen him on campus before either." Sitting down next to Jack he patted him on the back. "Well, your muse has appeared. How will you follow suit? Besides Jack, campus is huge you wouldn't know every person walking around let alone all of the professors." Nervously biting his lip he nodded and grabbed his sketch pad doodling as a nervous instinct. "Who knows if he's even interested in me like that anyways right? Maybe he just wants to be friends." Shaking his head Crutchie leaned on Jacks shoulder while he drew. "No matter what happens, the boys and I are always here for you. You know that right Jack?" Turning his head he smiled at his friend and noticed he was starting to doze off. Normally Crutchie is an early riser but he has been working hard at his part time job. "Thank you bro. I needed to hear that. I feel much better." Crutchie just murmured an okay when Jack picked him up and carried him to his room. They have been together for as long as he could remember so he didn't really mind bringing him to his room and letting him take a nap. "Get some rest I'll harass you later for some rounds of Mario Kart." He put him down on his bed and carefully shut the door and went back into their living room/his art studio. Walking to the closet he opened the door to grab a canvas and set it up on his easel and started to set up his brushes and oil paints.
Davey sat down in his classroom going over some assignments that had to be graded. He was old fashioned in the sense that he preferred physical copies of assignments. A lot of his students disliked the method to his "madness" but he still gave them the option to email in their assignments to him. So he was going over the physical assignments in front of him before diving into the slew of emails in his inbox. Reaching for his coffee he recalled the encounter at the cafe he went to earlier that morning. Smiling a bit to himself he thought of Jack, brown hair like his own but messier and it looked like he was wearing wrinkled up clothes from perhaps the day previously. His fingernails had charcoal from his art supplies under them; or so he assumed so from all the scribbles from failed drawings from that day looked angry. Roughly they looked like they were the same age. Thinking to himself he wondered "I wonder if he would care if I am a professor?" Pushing away his papers he was grading he grabbed his cell phone out of his satchel. "I wonder if it's too soon to send him a text?" Nervously he bit his lip. "There's nothing wrong with trying to get to know him right?" He mused to himself aloud in the empty room.
Putting his plan into action he unlocked his cellphone and added Jack as a contact in his phone. Opening a message he typed in Jacks contact information and started a conversation. "Hello, Its Davey from the cafe! Was just wondering if this is the correct number and I wasn't given a prank number! -DJ" A few moments later his phone went off and he got a phone call. It read incoming call from Jack Kelly. Getting nervous he stood up and started walking around his classroom pacing as he answered. "Hello?" "Heya Davey! What's up!" Running his hand through his hair messing it up he smiled. "Hey Jack. Nothing much, I have some time before my class so I am just grading papers. What about you? What the artist up to?" He heard a scoff on the other end of the line. "Artist? Me? No, I would hardly call myself that. Sure it's my major but I wouldn't call myself an artist at all." Davey leaned against the white board against the wall near his desk and pressed the phone closer to his ear. "Well, I think you're rather talented Jack. Not just anyone can draw like you can. For example, I can't draw for the life of me. Unless you want some botched stick figures." Jack laughed on the other line and that made Davey smile even more.
"Alright, alright. I'll take the compliment. But now I have a question for you Davey. How does someone roughly my age end up becoming a teacher/professor?" Davey sighed into the phone worrying Jack wouldn't take him seriously now considering his profession. "Well, where do I start? When I was in high school I graduated early. By early, I mean I graduated my junior year. I had AP classes and on top of that I had enough credits and was given the opportunity to graduate early so I took it." Sitting back down at his desk he nervously doodled on some paper in front of him. "Woah! Smart guy alert! You gotta help me with my homework one day man! Or is that considered cheating? Hm, I must plan accordingly on this one.." This made Davey laugh wholeheartedly. "So, you're not disgusted by the fact that I am a teacher?" The line went completely quiet on the other side and then quiet talking started up. "Of course not. I won't judge on whatever makes you happy. I mean look at me I just sit around drawing most of the time and hanging out with some of the guys from the schools newspaper. Also, do you think maybe..If you have time out of your busy schedule we could maybe meet up one day?" Davey nervously bit his lip once more and was blushing. "I'm free at 6 tonight. If you're not busy of course." "I'm totally free! I mean yeah, that should work out. Meet me by the fountain in the school courtyard? We can go grab some dinner or something or just talk or something?" "That sounds great Jack. I'll see you then." Davey whispered under his breath.
