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Georgina's POV

Dan held open the green colored doors to his apartment and stepped aside to allow me to enter before him with the bag of snacks we'd bought at the convenience store thirty minutes ago. I walked in, occasionally taking quick covert glances at the paintings and concert posters that were hanging on the brick walls that surrounded the apartment before stopping in front of the bar.

I placed the bag on the counter and started to unload its contents as I silently watched him move around the kitchen, taking the ice cream carton I'd handed him and placing it in the fridge.

Once everything was taken out of the bag and placed in the cabinets and fridge, I stood in the living room taking a closer look at my surroundings.

A second hand couch was lined against the brick wall, a book case with records lining each shelf stood alone in the middle of the room, a desk with a laptop and a lamp sitting not too far from it. There was a guitar sitting next to a chair off to the right of the room and on the wall above the chair was a simple black t-shirt hanging above it with the logo "Lincoln Hawk Tour 2007" scrawled across the chest in gold lettering.

"Would you like something to drink?" Dan asked suddenly causing my eyes to shift towards where he stood in the kitchen. When our eyes met he dropped his to the floor and scratched his jaw before clearing his throat and lifting his head again.

"Sure," He nodded before moving towards the refrigerator and grabbing two water bottles out of the bottom drawer of the fridge. He handed me one and I quickly opened it, taking a small sip and leaning against the counter.

"So you play guitar?" I asked curiously. He looked confused for a moment until I gestured over my shoulder at the guitar next to the chair and he gave a small laugh before he shook his head.

"Uh, no, that's actually my dad's." He responded.

"So you don't play at all?" I asked my curiosity deepening as I observed his face, watching the emotions as they passed over his face.

"Not very good, but yes, I've played." He admitted with a wry laugh.

"Well if you don't play an instrument then what do you do?"

"I'm a writer." He admitted looking a bit reluctant to admit this to me.

"Anything you've written I might have heard of?" I asked trying to keep my voice encouraging so he'd continue.

"Probably not," He said as he reached up to scratch the back of his neck.

"Why do you say that?" I asked, my brow crinkling in confusion at the bitter edge to his voice.

"I've only had a couple of my articles published and the last one was about a year ago." He absently scratched his jaw which I'd come to learn that he did that when he was uncomfortable with something. "I've had a bit of writer's block."He explained when he saw my curious expression.

"Ah." I said for lack of anything better to say.

The word hung awkwardly in the air making me feel like an idiot for making him continue on a subject that clearly made him uncomfortable.

"So what do you want to do?" He asked breaking the uncomfortable silence that had grown between us. "We can watch a movie or we can check out my music—"He trailed off as he caught sight of my change in expression.

"I have an idea of what we can do," I said sliding my arms out of my jacket, placing it on the bar and putting my hands on my hips.

He chuckled nervously and I cocked an eyebrow and let a smirk play on my lips as I watched him fidget under my gaze.

"Die! Die! Die!" I screamed as I continued to press down on the X button before letting out a triumphant howl when his character exploded on screen and died. "YES!"

"Uh, that's the fifth game you've beaten me at." Dan grumbled next to me, trying to sulk but I could see a hint of a smile on his lips as he reached into his pocket and pulled out another twenty from his wallet. "You know you could have warned me that you were good at this instead of playing innocent and hustling me." He said grudgingly handing over the money.

"Yeah I could have but where's the fun in that?" I asked rhetorically before placing the money back in his hand. "Ordinarily I'd take your money but you look too pathetic right now and it'd just make me feel guilty when I decided to spend it."

He stood up with a mumbled response about how he wasn't being pathetic and walked over to the DVD rack he had set up next to the TV. He bent down as he looked over the racks before lifting one over his shoulder for me to see.

"Uh, too mushy," I said as I stared at the box cover and shifting so I was lying down fully on the couch.

"American Psycho is too mushy?" He asked incredulously, turning his head to stare at me over his shoulder.

"Of course it is. You go through the whole movie inside his head where he continuously tells you that he can't feel human emotions and yet he fears competition at work and the slight chance of getting caught, even though he repeatedly tells people what he is yet they stupidly think that he's too boring and straight laced to be capable of such things. The whole purpose I think is to show that he really is like everyone else and to make the audience at times sympathize and like him. It's completely pointless." I pause to take a breath before continuing. "Besides that movie was only saved by Christian Bale's shower scene." I add almost as an after thought.

Dan just shakes his head and turns back to the rack. "How about The Breakfast Club, or is that too mushy and pointless to you to?" He asked sarcastically cocking a brow at my sprawled out form.

"The movies a classic but we need some senseless comedy not teens with depressing problems and the ability to break out in a dance montage. A parody or a movie with Dane Cook would suffice." I said offering him a small smile.

"Scary Movie it is." He said laughingly as he picked up the box and placing the DVD in the drive. He walked back to the couch gesturing for me to move, which I grudgingly did, and he sat down back in his original spot after grabbing the DVD remote off the coffee table. I sighed as I got comfortable, settling myself in for an hour and a half of bad innuendo's and Carmen Electra's acting.

At some point during the movie last night I must have fallen asleep because I woke to the smell of coffee. I sat up groggily and stretched silently thanking Dan for placing the quilt over me as I felt the chill of the early morning making me shiver as it intruded through the thin cotton shirt I'd worn last night. I suppressed a shiver as I stood up from the couch, taking extra care with the quilt when I threw it off my body.

"Morning," Dan said startling me from where he stood in the kitchen drinking from his cup.

"Morning," I said returning the greeting as I walked towards him. I sat down on one of the stools at the bar and he silently handed me a cup, mock toasting me before he took another sip of his coffee.

I breathed in the aroma for a moment before taking a sip, closing my eyes and reveling in the great taste of the bitter and pure ground up beans and the concentrated sugar that had been added as sweetener. I let out a moan of appreciation before opening my eyes again to see Dan staring at me. I cleared my throat and offered him a hesitant self conscious smile, vaguely aware of my bad case of morning breath as I opened my mouth to speak and get rid of the awkwardness that had suddenly filled the room. "So how'd you sleep?"

"Okay, I guess." He replied taking another sip of coffee before continuing. "I'm sorry about the couch. I would have moved you to my bed if I wasn't afraid of the permanent damage you might cause me." He said his lips curving into a smirk that was unfamiliar and didn't seem like it was meant for his face.

"What do you mean?" I asked cautiously.

"Well you'd had your legs propped up on my lap after you'd fallen asleep and when I'd tried to move them so I could go to the bathroom you kicked me in the groin." He said smirk seeming to widen until it had turned into a smile so big that it would make a clown jealous.

I groaned at his words and dropped my head to the bar, my words of apology muffled by the countertop. He seemed to get the gist of it because he started laughing. "It's not funny." I said feeling mortified.

"It's fine. It's not like you did it intentionally." He paused for a moment before continuing. "You didn't, did you?" He asked. My head shot up as I stared at him horrified.

"Of course not," I vehemently replied shaking my head in denial which set off another round of laughter from him.

"Relax I was just joking." He said once he'd calmed down.

"That was mean." I said petulantly. He merely rolled his eyes at my childish behavior and finished off the rest of his coffee. I watched in silence as he walked over to place his cup in the sink, taking occasional glances at me out of the corner of his eyes.

"So what do you do?" He asked suddenly, startling me. I looked at him curiously which he seemed to interpret to mean where did that come from. "You asked me last night and I never got to return the favor." He explained with an eager expression on his face.

"I'm a counselor."

"A counselor? Who do you counsel?" He asked confused.

"Recovering alcoholics and drug addicts mostly," I said with a sigh watching his eyes widen in response.

"Like a sponsor?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"I guess you could call it that." I said pausing to take another swallow of my now cold coffee. "That's what I was doing last night at the club actually."

"Sponsoring?"

"Yeah, one of the girls from our meetings was about to go off the wagon and she called me to talk her through it." I explained meeting his eyes to gauge his reaction. He looked impressed; lips curling into a small smile that made me blush and want to continuously gain his approval. I looked down self consciously, placing a hand on my stomach as if that would help suppress the butterflies currently inhabiting my stomach, dutifully avoiding his eyes so that I wouldn't further embarrass myself.

The door opened suddenly with a bang, interrupting the silence that had grown between us. My head whipped around, so fast it almost gave me whiplash, to stare at Dan's sister. She looked disheveled and distressed, pulling out a cigarette from her clutch. She looked up her eyes widening at the sight of Dan and I. She opened her mouth to say something but before she could Dan spoke.

"I thought you quit?" He asked staring disappointedly at her. She rolled her eyes at his tone moving closer into the room and shutting the door behind her.

"So I started back, big deal," She said shrugging her shoulders as if to say what can you do before looking over at me with open curiosity in her eyes. "Who's your friend Dan?" She asked making the question sound intentionally dirty.

"Jenny this is Georgina Sparks, Georgina I believe you remember my annoying sister from last night?" He asked with a roll of his eyes.

"Nice to meet you," I say smiling and sticking my hand out for her to shake. She takes it eyes locked on Dan's.

"Well I like her better than the last slut you dated." She remarked with a smirk as she watched him huff in aggravation at her words. She started to walk away patting Dan on the back as she left with a muttered response of 'nice going Danny' which made him blush. My eyes followed her, watching as she placed the cigarette between her lips and fumbling with the lighter, belatedly noticing that her hands were shaking and that she'd dropped her smile as soon as she turned away from Dan. I turned back to him to see if he noticed but he was watching me, not her, and looked annoyed and embarrassed of her behavior.

"I'm so sorry about her," He apologized attempting to smile at me but not quite making it look sincere enough.

"It's fine. Besides I think she's funny." I said standing up from my stool. He copied my movements, walking me towards the door.

"Yeah, well she means well. Most of the time anyway," He said laughing as I shrugged on my coat. He opened the door, leaning his body against the door jamb as we just stared at each other for moment smiling.

I broke away first glancing out of the corner of my eye as I caught sight of Jenny peeking around the corner watching us unabashedly with her cigarette dangling between her fingers and smoke billowing around her. My eyes moved back to his and I slowly stepped forward watching as his whole body stilled at my approach. He licked his lips nervously, my eyes unintentionally following the moist trail his pink tongue had made. I leaned forward, placing one hand on the back of his neck and dragging his head down so our lips could meet.

Our lips massaged each others in a slow smooth rhythm, my tongue peeking out to trace his lips. His joined mine, letting it twine with mine. It felt like fire had exploded across my skin yet at the same time I felt goose bumps erupt on my skin. The kiss was like listening for the first time to the Italian opera perform live; not understanding what was happening yet not caring because it was too beautiful to turn away from. Unfortunately that's just what I had to do.

I pulled away ending the kiss way too early for my taste but knowing that to continue it would just lead to unnecessary complications. His eyes stayed closed as I leaned up on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

"When your sister interrogates you about this later, be sure to tell her that I gave you one of the best nights of your life." I whispered pulling back, enjoying the blush that rose on his cheeks and his wide eyes. My eyes flicked over to where she was standing and his eyes tracked my movements, comprehension settling on his face when he saw her. I winked at him before turning around and walking out the door.

I didn't get far before I heard him calling after me. I stopped in the middle of the hallway to let him catch up with me and he stood in front of me barely a second later. I looked at him in confusion, wondering what he was doing.

"You never gave me your number." He explained shrugging and ignoring my suddenly bewildered expression.

"I didn't know you'd want it." I said feeling giddy but trying to suppress it as best as I could, pursing my lips as best I could to hide the smile that had appeared.

"Well I do," He said gruffly looking embarrassed. I rolled my eyes and pulled out a pen from my purse, grabbing his hand roughly and turning it so his palm was up. I wrote my number in black ink, blowing on his palm to help the ink dry and to keep it from smudging. I met his eyes again and smiled at him.

"Thank you,"

"What do you mean?" He asked with a confused smile on his face.

"Well I must have been pretty damn good if you're planning on calling me." I said before turning back around and starting to walk away again.

"Bye Georgina," He said behind me. I didn't bother to turn around, just lifted my hand and waved at him over my shoulder.

A/N: I'm so sorry it's been so long since my last update. I really hope this helps make up for it and that you guys are still interested in this story. Thank you all so much for your encouragement! Also I know I promised a lot of you that this chapter would be in Jenny's POV but with everyones response from last chapter I decided to show you that Georgina's very different.

Reviews are appreciated.