Thank you for the Review Majit! My one faithful reader! ) )

By the way…I know this is kinda going slow right now…I'll work on speeding it up in the next few chapters.

Also note: the Bitter End is a club in like the Soho, Greenwich Village area

"I'm drowning in your vanity, your laugh is a disease. You're dirty and you're sweet, you know you're everything to me."

Leaning back against the edge of the couch, Julianna was clutching a silver pillow as she looked back at Chris. For some reason the situation didn't seem awkward… Just sitting there, just being. She didn't want it to end, but she did not want anything to necessarily begin. She stood up quickly…

"You want something to drink?" she asked, starting to turn in the other direction. Chris grabbed her wrist, and gently directed her back to the couch. He kissed her. She returned the kiss, leaning her hand on his shoulder and pushing him down with the weight of her body.

"Nathan!" Haley called from the kitchen of their apartment. Nathan was in the bathroom, primping as usual. He always seemed to take longer getting ready than her. "We only have five minutes!" She glanced over at her cell phone on the counter. She couldn't decide whether or not to check her voicemail for the 50th time that day. She was kind of hoping Chris would call and tell her all about what an amazing time he was having. She wanted to hear all about it, but she also wanted to be there. She picked up the phone, but then shut it off instead. He had only been there one day, he probably wouldn't call for a while anyway, if he did at all.

Jul started pulling off his shirt, and threw it down on the floor next to his guitar. He started tugging at her shirt when there was a knock out of the door.

"Jules! You there?" whoever it was called from the hallway. Julianna pulled away.

"Hold on, I'll be right back," she whispered in his ear and gave him a light kiss on the lips. "Coming, John!" She ran to the door, opening it and giving John a huge hug. "How have you been?"

"Great! Are we still on for that show at the Bitter End tonight?" he asked.

"Of course!" she replied. "Come in, I know what you're really here for. You're on lunch, aren't you? Come in and I'll feed you. What would you do with out me?" she smiled, shutting the door after John walked in. She walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge as John past the kitchen and into the living room, which was separated from the door by the kitchen counters and cupboard.

"Jul, who is this half-dressed guy sitting on your couch?" John asked somewhat confused. Chris sat with a blank look on his face, even more confused than John.

"Hold on," she walked over from behind the counter. "John, this is Chris. Chris, this is John." Chris just stared at John with an "I'm innocent" half smile across his face.

"Why are you bringing strange men into your apartment Jul?" John asked her with a straight look on his face.

"He's not strange, now go get a sandwich already John!" she laughed at his attempt to protect her. Chris looked a little afraid. Was this guy her boyfriend? Was he going to get beat up, again? He looked at Jul for an answer. She saw how scared he was for a second, so she walked over an whispered in his ear, "Don't worry Chris, he's gay. Now get that shocked look off your face already! I'm single, promise!"

He laughed, he knew that was a good thing, but then started freaking out when he realized maybe when John was looking at him before he was checking him out. He started to frantically put back on his shirt.

"You think you're hot shit don't you Chris?" she laughed as he got stuck trying to put his head into the arm hole of his t-shirt, looking like a klutz. "John won't be checking you out anytime soon, he's the one who's taken!" she laughed. "You'll meet Andy later." Chris was visibly blushing when he finally got his t-shirt on. He felt kind of dumb assuming that about John.

Julianna started laughing, "You're shirt is on inside out now."

"Finally, you really need to work on your punctuality Nathan!" Haley criticized.

"But don't you want me to look cute?" he smiled with those puppy dog eyes of his.

"You'd look cute in anything." She hugged him and grabbed her purse off the counter. "Come on" she urged, pulling him towards the door by the arm. "You're gonna be late for work, and I'm gonna be late for work!."

"Fiiiiiiine. I was gonna suggest a little break after spending all that time getting ready to look nice just for you Hales." He leaned in to kiss her, putting on all the moves he could. He seemed desperate to get laid today.

"Ha." She turned away, brushing off his kiss. "Late, remember?"

"Ooooookay," he whined. "When we get home? Please?" he asked again with those puppy dog eyes.

"Only if you behave!"

"So John, who is playing tonight, again?" Julianna questioned.

John stood with his mouth agape. "I'm hurt Jules, I'm hurt." He took a big bite out of his sandwich. "You know I told you Andrew was playing. I've told you everyday for like three weeks!" he yelled at her mockingly with his mouth full of half-chewed bread.

"I know, I know John. I just wanted to see if I could get you to cry again!" she laughed, sticking her tongue out at him.

"Thanks Jules, thanks," he replied, sticking his tongue back out at her in reply.

"So when are we meeting there?" she asked.

"Andrew goes on at 8. That means you've gotta be there by like 2," he replied. "I know you are always late."

"Ha, thanks Johnny." She started to push him towards the door. "Now, you're gonna be late." She opened the door, and he pretended to resist as she pushed him out. "See you at 8" she called, shutting the door .

"Be on time Jules!" he called back.

She walked back past the kitchen to the couch. Chris had fixed his shirt and inspecting his precious guitar for scratches after he had nonchalantly thrown it down on the floor during their earlier make out session. "I've got a class at 2, and when I get back it always takes forever for me to get ready, so if you wanna go out while I'm gone, it doesn't matter."

He realized that he knew almost nothing about Julianna. "Where do you go to school?" he asked. "NYU, I'm a drama major with a minor in dance. I'm a junior, making me 20. Just in case your not a math whiz," she laughed as she walked over to grab a different shirt out of the dresser next to her bed.

At least he knew he was dealing with some high school girl anymore, even if she was a junior, she was a junior in college. It popped into his head how illegal it would have been if anything had actually ever happened with Haley. His mind trailed off for a minute as Julianna walked into the bathroom. She turned on the faucet to was her face. She walked out of the bathroom and leaned against the doorframe blotting her face with a towel. "You alright?" she asked him.

"Yeah, yeah…sorry…" he trailed off. He got up off the couch and put his guitar back into the case.

"You can leave that hear if you want. I'll be back by 4:30, so anytime after that you can come back. You'll come with me tonight, right?"

"Sure," he replied. He had no other plans.

"I expect you to bring that guitar of yours too! They always have open mics between the two sets of the night." She tied her hair up into a loose ponytail, a few curls fell around her face. Chris was starting to have flashbacks of his one night at Tric, where no one even cared to listen, but he knew New York had to be better than that. "Oh yeah…if you need a place to stay, which I know you do…the couch is free," Julianna added. He smiled back at her getting the half joke. "Hey, don't think guys are staying on my couch every night!" she laughed, winking at him, "They stay in bed with me instead."