"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?" Wally squeaked as he and Dick walked through the door. The two shared an apartment in a complex that housed almost all of their friends. The courtyard in the middle was perfect for barbecues, parties, and most importanly, day drinking. As soon as he was in the door, he immediately fell face first into the couch. He was going to die. This would slowly kill him. And he would rot on this couch.

"What did the message say again?" Dick hollered from the bathroom.

On their way back from the bar Wally said nothing, just staring dumbstruck at his phone. Megan and Barbara were going on and on about when would they meet her, should he message her back or text, should he respond tonight? Conner and Dick joked about the prospect of a girl liking Wally, when would they meet her, how they should prepare to humiliate him. Wally just stared at his phone in awe, anxiety, and silence.

He turned his head enough to read his phone. "'So, we can get that drink." He then listed off the ten digits of her number, agony ringing in his voice.

"Hmm...I bet those numbers mean something," his roommate mocked.

"Have you thought about going into police-work? You'd make a great detective." He was not in the mood. This was serious. It was life or death. It was a girl's number. "Seriously. As one of the few guys I know who isn't in a scary or cutesy relationship, you gotta help me. I am a man on the edge."

"My on again, off again relationship is the most stable one you can think of?" Dick asked as he popped his head out of his bedroom. "Couldn't you ask your uncle? Doesn't he have the picture-perfect marriage in a love story to rival the couple in The Notebook?"

"How many times has Babs made you watch that?"

Dick pointed an accusatory finger at his roommate. "Stop changing the subject and stop acting like you're too good for Ryan Gosling."

"Drive wasn't that good!" Wally exclaimed as he finally and reluctantly got up from the couch. He might not have an early class the next day, but fatigue was starting hit him like a ton of bricks. Actually, interacting with the shop girl, er...Artemis, alcohol, getting Artemis's number, and did he have a test tomorrow? It was too much for one night. He definitely needed to sleep and to clear his mind. Maybe tomorrow he would call his uncle. He would have asked his dad, but they didn't exactly have the ideal father-son relationship.

Yes. Sleep would be good.

The next day brought little clarity. At least not when it came to his girl problems, but luckily, he didn't actually have a test that day. His mind was not on education. He wasn't even that hungry! The local Mexican dive had a lunch special every Friday, but he couldn't bring himself to get his usual two loaded burritos, instead opting for only a quesadilla. This wasn't normal. He needed to call his uncle.

It rang.

And it rang.

And it kept ringing.

No luck, but Wally wasn't too surprised. His uncle held some crazy hours with his job. Somedays he couldn't get a hold of him if his life depended on it, others it seemed like the phone barely had a chance to ring. He quickly dialed his aunt knowing that being forced to stay home for bed rest, she would welcome a distraction.

It rang.

And it ra-

"Hello?" His Aunt Iris's voice was chipper, and Wally was certain she was excited to be talking to someone who wasn't currently growing in her stomach.

"Hey, Aunt Iris! How's the leave going?" He loved talking to his aunt. They hardly got to talk as much as they had once since he moved away for college, but weekly phone chats quickly became a staple. Iris and Barry were practically Wally's second set of parents.

"You know, it sounded like it would be nice at first, but I'm always uncomfortable and hungry. Never get pregnant, honey."

"I'll try to keep that in mind," Wally laughed, "but I do have a favor to ask."

"Of course. What do you need?"

He took a quick intake of air. "Dating advice."

"What did I just say about getting pregnant?" his aunt faked a serious tone before letting out a chuckle. "What's going on?"

Wally told her everything. How he had just run into the store to grab a shirt when he had first seen her making faces as she folded the denim, how she didn't hide her exasperation when someone asked her a stupid question, that her hair was this impossibly gold color ("Not yellow. Not blonde. Gold. Midas touched her head. She has defied genetics!"). He told her that he may or may not have stalked the store trying to figure out when he could see her again, and that he had spent way too much money on underwear in the last month. Iris laughed in all the appropriate and inappropriate places, and tried not to ooh and aw when her nephew got too caught up in describing her. He was truly smitten.

"And she InstaFriended me last night, and gave me her number pretty much out of the blue, but we haven't really talked except for all the occasions at work where I put my foot in my mouth, and how do I respond? Aunt Iris, I've only had a quesadilla today, so there is not enough energy in my stomach to power my brain. I don't know what to do!" Wally was talking a mile a minute, which only went to show Iris just how similar Wally was to her husband. It was no wonder they got along so well.

"So, you didn't respond at all?" she asked when he finally stopped talking.

"Why would I?" he squeaked. Wally thought it was pretty obvious that he wouldn't. What man in his right mind would respond after making a fool out of himself as much as he had? And why was he squeaking so damn much? Does puberty never end?

"Well," Iris started, "maybe because she sent you her number? Usually that's a good hint that a girl likes you. I could be wrong, though. I don't have much experience."

Wally sighed. Why was everyone responding with sarcasm? Couldn't they take this seriously?

"Do I text her or reply in the messenger?"

"If she bothered to send the number, I'd start there." His aunt was voice was gentle and honest. She had a point, but what if he messed up again? He had never been this over his head with a girl, not even his first crush in sixth grade! "Honey, you're a natural charmer, which is quite apparent seeing as how she still talks to you after the last night's exchange. I'd just lay off the "babes" and "beautifuls", and you'll be fine."

He glanced down at his watch. Class would be starting soon, though he was tempted not to go. Vietnamese lit lectures could be so boring.

"Fine, but if you're wrong, I get to name the kid," Wally resigned.

"Not a chance!" Iris laughed. "Now go get her, tiger!"

"Thanks, Aunt Iris." Wally hung up the phone and headed to class.

Artemis walked into the giant lecture hall and took her normal seat at the end of one of the back rows. Sure, she enjoyed the class, but most of what they were discussing was stuff she had learned before or was repetitive. Lit classes. What joy. She burried her nose in her book as the rest of the class shuffled in. The same people sat around her, but she never bothered to befriend any of them. What was the point? No one was taking this class because they liked Asian literature, and many had dropped when they realized they weren't going to be reading Japanese comics Really. What were they expecting She was just here to learn about her family without having to actually talk to her family.

But 90 minutes was way too long for a lecture, especially when the TA was so monotone. Even he didn't want to be here, but she couldn't blame him. Three back to back books about the Vietnam War was about three too many. When her phone started buzzing around the 30-minute mark it was a welcome distraction. It was text, but it wasn't a number she recognized, and after further scrutinizing it wasn't even an area code she knew. Eh what the heck, right? Probably spam...

It was not spam.

- FROM unknown

- - so about that drink...

What drink? It had to be a wrong number. Not many people had her number, only the those she would want to talk to at any time of day and her boss. Yep. Wrong number.

- TO unknown

- - I think you have the wrong number.

She definitely hadn't hit on anyone recently (she couldn't say the same for being hit on though).

- FROM unknown

- - well I hope not

- - that would be awkward

Not really. Wrong number happen all the time. The only thing making it awkward was...it...them...the person.

- TO unknown

- - Then who is this?

The next response was a bit slower than the last. She prayed that the wrong number had given up, but her phone buzzed again a few minutes laters. The same unknown number.

- FROM unknown

- - ...

- - wally...

Wally...Wally...Where did she know...? Oh.

Oh.

The weird who kept coming into work! Her Ron Weasley stalker. But how did he...

- TO unknown

- - How did you get my number, Wall-man?

- FROM unknown

- - please don't actually call me that

- TO Wallace

- - How did you get my number

- - Wallace

She couldn't remember all of their exchanges, but Artemis was fairly certain they never traded contact info. Knew it for a fact actually. Usually any numbers she gathers go straight to Zee.

Zee.

Her phone buzzed again.

- FROM Wallace

- - you sent it to me last night?

That bitch was so dead.

I AM JUST IN SO MUCH LOVE WITH ALL PARTS OF THIS CHAPTER. I really didn't want to end it here, but it's going to keep you loverly people reading, and it gives me a great spot to start the next chapter. It should be known that I love Drive, and was one of my favorite movies of 2011. I know that some people (cough cough my boyfriend) thought it was stupid, so...

Hope you enjoyed this at least half as much as I did. Love you faces :D