AN: Phew! Chapter Three is here! I just want to thank everyone who has reviewed, faved or alerted this story. You guys are amazing to me I swear *dabs eyes*. I hope to update this along with my other stories on a regular from now on. Which reminds me...All you Twilight fans (I know you're out there) check out my first attempt at a Twilight fanfiction, it's called Breaking Italy. Leave me reviews if you please! Time for review responses!

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Sam left the apartment just as Finn and Sebastian began to break into song. He could only handle their free cleaning services for only so long. When they got around to the singing portion of their job, it was time to leave. He left them to be their loud off tune selves as he roamed the street, shifting his messenger bag on his shoulder. Each stride was longer then the last, putting space between the apartment and himself. Sam wasn't exactly sure of his destination at this point but he knew that wherever he intended to go, he needed a quiet atmosphere. His head was still killing him, that little power nap he had taken earlier did nothing to relieve the pain in either his head nor his heart.

The blonde inwardly kicked himself, he couldn't think about her…not right now. Instead he kept walking, letting his legs and feet lead him mindlessly down the sidewalk alongside other pedestrians who were smiling against the afternoon sun pouring golden light upon their heads. He tried to ignore the couples walking past him, hands clasped and swinging in the unfortunately peaceful breeze making Sam's insides feel as if they were going to crawl quickly out of his mouth and onto the pavement before him. He ducked his head, averting his eyes to keep himself from breaking down in front of an unsuspecting women's flower booth just to his left. He would only make a spectacle of himself; Sam didn't really need anyone else questioning his mental health right now. For a second the man's sullen green eyes lifted from his feet and he got sight of a sign that read, Pieces café.

From the outside of the cream colored building, it looked like the perfect place from Sam to sit in a quiet area to collect himself (or cry without people noticing the tears slipping down his cheeks). He bounded up the staircase, hand reaching out to grasp the cold metal and pull the door open.

Sam was slightly disappointed when he realized how packed the place was. People stood over one another in line, books and coffee mugs in their hands as they moved slowly towards the front of the line. A beautiful Asian looking woman stood behind the cash register, streaks of blue in her straight hair and a kind patient smile on her lips. The blonde man was surprised when the soft sound of jazz music filtering from the overhead speakers could still be heard although the café was alive with the teeming mass of people that stood before him. He veered away from the line, hands trailing cautiously over the booths as he tried to find a secluded spot to set his bag down and rest. His eyes drifted toward the small back area that housed several rows of bookshelves and Sam sighed.

It was perfect.

He'd just sit back there for a little while and get his head screwed on right, and then he'd head back home. Surely Finn and Sebastian would be home upon Sam's return, they would probably be making out on their sofa like the teenagers they were on the inside.

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Noah glanced down at the silver watch on his wrist for a moment before taking a swig out of his coffee cup. He still had an hour and a half before he had to pick up Hana from school, he really needed to focus on getting this book done. It was the only thing he was worried about at the moment. He was sure his baby girl would have some interesting stories to tell him when he arrived at the school. She'd skip down the cement steps towards him like she always did and wrap her arms around his legs, looking up at him with wide happy eyes as she filled him in on every aspect of her day. He loved his daughter, he really truly adored her. That was why he needed to get this story done, it was the only way he would be able to secure her future and his own as well.

Noah squinted at the screen, scrutinizing his own work. Sometimes, he really was his own worst critic. He had rewritten most of his chapters several times and often found himself doubting whatever chapters he had originally deemed to be perfect. When he got an editor (whenever that would happen) they'd be able to help him gain that self confidence and hopefully, they'd correct him without being as critical as he was with himself.

"You can do this Noah" he reassured himself, taking his hands off the keys and stretching them before placing them back on the board.

"Do you always talk to yourself out loud?" an unfamiliar voice broke Noah's train of thought and the man cursed under his breath, glancing up to find out who was intruding on his silence. His eyes met a pair of sad emerald ones hidden underneath a shocking fringe of blonde. Noah frowned, taking in the man before him, watching as the guys shoulders sank as his eyes gauged Noah's reaction. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. I mean I talk to myself all the time, people think I'm insane but talking to myself is the only thing that keeps me sane, ya know? There's no problem with talking to yourself, everyone does it and-"

"Can I help you with something?" Noah ground out the question from his clenched teeth, he was on a roll just a second ago and now this bumbling blonde had ruined it.

The man ducked his head, cheeks brightening with embarrassment. Noah's eyes came to rest on the messenger bag the boy clutched in his hand although the strap was secured around his shoulder. "I actually wanted to sit here if you don't mind, all the other tables are filled and it would appear that you're the only one doing something besides talking" the man responded, face now a lovely shade of pink. Noah sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he shrugged. He gestured for the boy to sit in the chair in front of him, hand going to his cup. The paper cup was feather light in his hand, all remains of coffee dried against the paper or gone down his stomach. Noah sagged in a defeated manor in his chair, raking his left hand over his face as he set the empty cup back down on the table. He tried not to pay attention to the other mans curious stares as he muttered to himself, pressing away at the keys. Oh yes, this chapter would need to be reviewed again, Noah was sure of it.

"What are you typing?" the man asked, leaning forward a bit in his seat to gaze at the back of Noah's laptop as if he could see through the plastic and metal to read the words on the screen. Noah gave up, he wasn't going to finish this today, not with this guy here.

"Just a book" he replied, hands stilling for the umpteenth time. Noah looked up at the man, watching at a pair of full reddened lips pulled up at the sides in a smile. The man shook his head and started to laugh. If the sound of his laughter weren't so pleasant, Noah would have been offended. Was the guy laughing at him? Did he think that he wasn't writer material? Noah didn't need anyone else second guessing him; he was more than hard enough on himself. He didn't need a stranger laughing at him too.

"I'm sorry but I didn't tell a joke" came Noah's lame fatherly come back, being a parent really did slow down his awesome snap back skills. He even felt awkward cursing whether he was in or out of his daughters presence. The man stopped laughing after a long moment of giggling and snorts, wiping at his eyes which were now clearing of the misery that was evident in them before. "Sorry, mind if I have a look?" the man turned that lap top around quickly, not waiting for Noah to open his mouth and respond. The hazel eyed father sat speechless, knowing better then to start a brawl over a lap top in a coffee shop. Hana would never let him live that down. He didn't want his old self coming out, it would be a disappointment to Rachel (may she rest in peace). The man read the first chapter, hmming every so often, typing here and there and laughing at whatever humor Noah had put in the story.

Noah felt as if his privacy was being violated but he let the man do as he pleased. He was glad he had saved an extra copy of his story on his flash drive. "There" the man smiled, satisfied with whatever disaster he may have typed out on Noah's story. The screen turned back around to face Noah and he was almost afraid to read whatever changes had been made. But as he read the introduction, he was oddly surprised. In the beginning he was hesitant about the introduction more than anything else. It didn't sit well with him, none of the pieces fit together the way he had planned for them to. Btu now, as he continued to read, he was engrossed in the story. Tangled up in the characters development and intrigued by the setting that was depicted before him. When he came to the end of the first page he looked up at the blonde guy, mouth open in silent awe. Who was this guy and why the fuck wasn't he around when Noah first started this damned story?

"That was" Noah closed his mouth to swallow, "amazing"

There was an amused twinkle in the man's eye as he smiled, lips pulling back to show perfectly straight teeth. Blush tinted the man's cheeks and he covered them with large hands, "You're welcome". A moment of silence fell among the pair before the man stood, gathering up his messenger bag, leaving the table. Noah watched for a moment in shock, he hadn't even gotten the guys name. Maybe he was a godsend? Or better yet? He was probably an author himself, he could give Noah pointers and maybe edit for him. Noah shook his head, shoving his lap top into his bag, tossing the empty cup of coffee into a nearby trash can. He had to follow that man.

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AN: End Of Chapter!

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