Chapter 3

Jack was sitting on the edge of the fountain with his phone in his hands. He hasn't spoken with Davey since he called him earlier. God that took him some guts to do that. Well that and his hands were covered in oil paint so he didn't want to text and get paint all over his phone. Looking up at the sky, he saw that the sun was starting to set a bit. "Well hello fall. I can't wait to paint you." Jack heard running and looked forward and seen Davey running towards him a bit disheveled. His sleeves were pushed up and his vest undone and tie hanging loose. "Davey! No need to run. Take a breather." Jack stood up and crossed his arms looking at him. Davey leaned over catching his breath hands on his knees. Campus was still bustling with night classes about to start. "You okay there?" Moving towards him he put a hand on his shoulder and took out a water bottle from his bag and handed towards Davey. Gladly taking it Davey stood up and smiled at him and drank some water handing it back to him.

"Sorry, I had a student holding me up asking about iambic pentameter and how it works." Jack stared at Davey like whatever he just told him went straight over his head. "Did you wait long?" Jack shook his head and gestured to a nearby bench and they both walked over and took a seat. "Not at all, I was here for maybe five minutes or so." Davey followed suit and sat down next to Jack and tried to tidy up his appearance a bit. "So, Davey I have a question for you." Jack looked down and was messing with a loose thread on his jeans where a hole was starting to form. Interest piqued Davey raised and eyebrow. "Shoot. What's the question? As long as it's not related to the iambic pentameter." He chuckled trying to break the awkward silence. "Would you maybe be willing to let me sketch or draw you? It's not for a school project! I mean I have a school project but I wouldn't use you for it since you're a professor. But what I am trying to say is can I please draw you. I've been in a rut lately and-" cutting Jack off he smiled. "I'd be honored. I never had anyone want to sketch me. Let alone want to sketch me. As long as it's not for a school project I am completely willing. I wouldn't want us to get in trouble account for me working for the college." Jack shot up and started digging in his bag for his sketchbook and his supplies. "We could do like a 20 questions thing while I draw if you want to. So we can get to know each other better." Sitting down he crossed one leg over the other and opened to a blank page in his sketchbook. "Sounds great to me! Okay Jack, are you secretly Jack from Titanic?" Jack stared at him with his mouth agape and gasped. "You found out my secret! I must escape. You know too much." Davey cackled loudly and held his sides. "You're funny you know that?"

"Correction I am hilarious and you just wasted a question. Alright, my turn. Glancing up at Davey and then back down at his sketchbook focusing on his features. "How old are you?" Davey studied Jack and watched strands of his brown hair fall in front of his face. "I'm 25. How about you? And no don't include that as a question!" Smirking as he responded "Same age as you. What's you're next question?" "Who was that person you were with earlier today at the cafe? If I may ask, of course." "Oh, that was Crutchie. He's my roommate and one of my best friends. We've known each other since we were little. Foster homes and all of that stuff. Once we got out of the system we just got jobs and decided to move in together. We take care of one another. He's like a brother that I never had." It seemed like Jack went through a lot of hardships so he decided to tread lightly. "I'm glad you have a friend like that. That's nice to have someone who cares enough to take care of one another." "What about you Davey? Tell me about yourself. It must be more interesting than my life. You're smart and already have a career that you want already. Your head must be set straight on those shoulders of yours." Running a hand through his hair he zoned out staring at the water spraying in the air from the water fountain and took in the scenery around Jack and himself.

"Well, my life is rather boring. I have a little brother named Les there is a considerable age gap between us but he's like my best friend. He's in 8th grade right now. Growing up I didn't have many friends. Well, they were more or less acquaintances. Not many people liked to hang out around me because I wasn't really interested in what they were doing. Like some did drugs which by the way I am completely fine with! It's just not my cup of tea per say. Some talked about their crushes and what not and I just focused on my studies. That and people didn't like the fact that I did that I guess. It made me seem stuck up or so I was told." Jack stopped drawing and just stared at Davey the whole time he told his story with a sad expression on his face. "I'm so sorry you had to go through that. People are jerks if I was in your position I'd kick their it's any consolation I would of been your friend then. I mean we are pals now ain't we?" Staring at Jack he felt like his chest was tightening and let out a whisper. "Yes, of course." Jack blew off his sketchbook getting the led off of the pages and handed it to Davey and sat cross legged towards him. "So, what do you think?" Taking the book out of his hands their fingers touched and chills went through his entire body. He wondered if Jack felt it as well or not.

Blushing he flipped the book over so he could view it. Looking back at him was a sketch of himself sitting on a bench leaning back staring into space. "Wow, this is beautiful Jack. You could become an illustrator or something for a book or a paper. Heck even a graphic designer. You've got a lot of talent Jack. You do." Rubbing his neck Jack blushed and took the sketchbook back. "Thank ya Davey. I'll take that into consideration." Clearing his throat he looked at the clock reading almost eight o clock. "Do you want to grab some dinner before you go home?" Jumping at the idea Davey put his blazer on and stood up hand out towards Jack to help him up. "Sounds great. I'm starved." Oh god was he falling and scared of the fact he was. But Davey was willing to take that chance. If anything he was glad to have a friend.

A/N: Hey there~! Woah! Two chapters in one day! If you are enjoying this story or have any recommendations or just want to tell me how you like or dislike the story please review! It would help me a bunch to improve my writing skills. -Kay