Alexis chanced a glance over at Drake as the last note of the song rang out. His eyes were fixed on Jorja as she pulled the guitar off her shoulders.

Without a word he moved past Alexis, pushing through the crowd to get to the stage. Jorja was making her way down the steps when she spotted him. Their eyes met, and for a moment they both froze, seeing nothing but each other, and hearing no sound other then the beating of their own hearts.

The color drained from Jorja's face as the realization hit her. He had heard her song. Which meant… he had heard her heart.

Drake broke the spell, pushing the rest of the way through the crowd, and meeting her where she stood on the bottom step. He swallowed nervously, and reached out, gently taking her guitar from her hands, and leaning it against the side of the stage.

"Hi." He breathed, resisting the urge to pull this beautiful girl into his arms and kiss her.

"Hi," Jorja answered, her voice barely a whisper, and her heart in her throat.

"That song-" Drake paused, swallowing again, before forcing himself on, "Was - Was it about me?"

Jorja's face flushed bright red, the color returning to it in an instant, and she looked down, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah," she answered, not even bothering to lie.

Drake reached out, gently lifting her chin up so he was looking into her eyes, "I'm sorry." Regret was shining in his eyes, along with a longing to be understood.

Surprise flickered across Jorja's features, "You're sorry? You didn't do anything wrong. I never even gave you a chance."

"I didn't give you much reason to. You deserve better then that."

Jorja looked down again, but this time only for a moment before she willingly met his eyes again. "Can we start over?" She asked, her voice was small, hopeful.

A slow smile spread across Drakes features, lighting up his eyes, as he reached for both of her hands. He threaded his fingers through hers, gently tugging her closer, before slipping his arm around her waist and closing the rest of the distance between them. He let go of her other hand, sliding his hand along her jaw line and into her hair, staring wordlessly into her eyes. He dipped his head down, his lips meeting hers in a slow, sweet kiss.

In all his years of kissing girls, Drake had never felt a kiss like that before. It was as if his whole body was on fire, and he couldn't breathe. But that didn't matter, because who needed to breathe? All he need was right in front of him. He finally bulled back, allowing his forehead to fall against hers, his eyes still closed.

Jorja slid her arms around his neck, wanting this moment to last forever. "Was that a yes?" She asked, breathless.

"That was a yes." Drake answered, pulling her into another kiss, both of them oblivious the noise of the club that was surrounding them. They broke apart again, both of them reluctantly pulling back, catching their breath.

"So, what exactly does this mean?" Jorja asked, allowing herself to be pulled once more into Drakes arms, resting her head against his chest.

Drake kissed the top of her head, enjoying the feeling of having her in his arms. "I think it means you don't hate me anymore." Drake could sense her hesitation, and he tightened his arms around her, offering a reassuring hug, and whispering his next words into her hair, "I think it means I'm going to be trustworthy for the first time in my life. I don't know that I deserve you, but I know I'm going to do my best. I swear, I won't hurt you."

Jorja pulled back, her eyes serious, desperate to believe what he was saying, "Don't make promises you can't keep Drake." Her words were gentle, unaccusing.

Drake framed her face with his hands, his gaze locked on hers, "I promise, Jorja. I will never, ever do anything to cause you pain."

Jorja slipped her arms around his neck again, pulling him back into one last kiss, "I believe you." She murmured, her lips still brushing against his.

The pulled back again, and Drake slid his arm around her waist, leading her away from the stage, "You ready to get out of here?"

Jorja nodded, lost in her own thoughts. She felt so safe in his arms, like nothing could ever hurt her. A week ago she would have scoffed at his tender words thinking they were overused lines he'd used on every single one of his prior girlfriends. But tonight… tonight she could feel them in her very soul. He meant what he said, and things had never felt more right. That was the only way she could describe it. Things felt right.

Jorja shook herself out of her reverie, in time to see Alexis standing in front of her, a wide grin on her face.

"Hey, you crazy kids. Something you want to tell me?" Alexis raised her eyebrows, her gaze bouncing between Drake and Jorja.

Jorja broke free of Drakes grasp to throw her arms around her friend. "Thanks," she whispered into her ear, "You're the best friend a girl could ask for."

"Aw, you're going to make me blush," Alexis quipped back, but her smile was real, and she hugged her back.

The three headed back out into the streets, Drake wasting no time in claiming Jorja's hand for his own again. Jorja smiled up at him, and he pulled her hand to his lips, kissing it.

Alexis sighed, watching their silent exchange. "Well, here's to being a third wheel," she commented dryly.

Drake grinned at her, his features looking ridiculously joyous, "Don't worry, Alexis, we'll hook you up with someone. You know, my room mate's available."

"Oh no. No way, you two couldn't even get yourselves together without help, there's no way you're setting me up with somebody."

Jorja's eyes were sparkling as she looked over at her friend, "See, that means we owe you! You know, I've seen his room mate, he's pretty cute."

"What have I started!?" Alexis exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air.

Drake and Jorja just laughed, continuing their plans for their single friend, as Drake comfortably slid his arm around Jorja's waist, smiling when she returned the gesture.

Things were definitely looking up for Drake Parker. He hadn't mastered it yet, but he was finally beginning to learn what love was really all about. It wasn't how many girls he could get to go out with him. It wasn't making out with somebody he'd only met five seconds ago. It was deeper then that. It was… well, as cheesy as it sounded, it was a connection, on a level that could only be reached by two hearts, intertwined to become one.

Drake Parker was falling in love.