Chris pointed to my guitar pick necklace."You play?" he asked offering me a cigarette.
  "Since I was seven, guitar and uke," i replied accepting the cigarette. I don't smoke religiously, but sometimes i took a hit. He held up his lighter and lit up for me.(Such a gentleman)
  "I would love to hear you play sometime if that's cool." He said as we started walking. I fell into step beside him, both of out bare feet tromping through the cool grass.
  "Its a date!" I exclaimed not realizing what had com out of my mouth.He looked straight into my eyes."Oh, um I mean-" Chris stopped me.
  "Well, if we are going to go on a date, lets go to dinner, or a movie, or ROCK CLIMBING!!!" He said spontaneously jumping like a 5-year-old in a toy store. I laughed and blushed.
  "You like rock climbing?" I asked him, happy that he was so immature and adorable, like Ash say I am sometimes.
  "Do you?" he said apprehensively.
  "Very much so," i replied poking him in the tummy.
  "So its a date," he said regaining his confidence.
  We walk to his tour bus and he runs inside. About a minute later he returns with his uke and a torn-up notebook."I wrote a song awhile back and I wanna see what you think of it." I smile and sit cross-legged on the grass when he starts to play.
(lyrics to ILY5)

"I love you one, a two, a three shoobee-doo
I love you four, that's more than I can afford
And I can tell some day that I'm gunna' say the truth
I love you five

  "I love that song!" I exclaimed clapping.
  "Oh you have heard it before?" he asked.
  "Yes, I am a huge fan of your music," I said lifting up my hair and turning to reveal my tattoo on my shoulder that read,"I love you 5"
  "You got a tattoo of my song lyrics?" he asked, setting down his uke to examine the blue-black ink.
  "Yeah, its a beautiful song and it makes me smile. He blushed all-adorable.
  "Stop it," he said.
  "Stop what?" I replied.
  "Making me blush and stuff," he said sounding embarrassed.
  "Hey, I can put whatever I want on my skin," I said,"and you sure can too sir," I pointed to his heavily tattooed arms.We both laughed.Chris stood up and reached for my hands. I grabbed hold of him and he hoisted me up.
  "Whoa, you are a tiny, little thing," he said not letting go of my right hand
  "High metabolism," I said," I eat more then a girl my age should be able to." He laughed again
  "That's good,because food is fuckin awesome.Speaking of food, we should go get some,I know this awesome vegan bakery about a mile away" he said, still holding my hand.
  "Sounds awesome," I said,"Ive just gotta tell my mom real quick." I ran over to my mom and dragged Chris along with me, who was talking to a pretty girl with blue and blonde hair.(Juliet Simms)."Mom,this is Chris,Chris this is mom,we are going to go to a bakery now bye!"
  "Hold on there Jainey," my mom said."Let me meet this cutie before you run off and marry him." I slapped my forehead.Chris turned on the charm.
  "Hello ma'am, I'm Christofer Drew, I can see where Jane gets her good-looks from." My mom and I do look alike. I only got my dads nose and hair color. She laughed and pulled out her wallet handing me some cash."No drugs," she said before Chris and I ran off.
 "My good looks?" I asked him as we walked down the street.
  "Well yeah," he said tugging on a strand of my hair gently."You look like a ballerina or something." I blushed
  "Well you aren't to hard on the eyes either sir." I shot back as we arrived.
  The cafe was small and cozy with cute couches and soft music. A few collage kids were tapping madly on laptops. But, for the most part it was empty. We went to the counter and ordered two blueberry muffins and drinks. I got a Jones soda and Chris got a green tea.
  "So is it fun having rock star parents?" Chris asked after we sat down in worn chairs.
  "Sometimes," I said sipping ,my soda,"Like they let me pierce or tattoo whatever I want. But its weird when kids call them sexy and stuff. And one time a naked pic of my dad got leaked, that shit was gross.
  "I would imagine so," he said."How big are your ears stretched to?"
  "Half inch," I replied, tugging at my plugs, which had tiny anchors painted on them. "Yours?" I asked. I already knew the answer, but I felt like it was relevant to the conversation.
  "And inch," he said."And I love your plugs, the anchors are sweet." he sipped his tea."So what other damage have you done?"
 "Anchor on my foot with the word 'SAIL' under it, dreamcatcher on my side, 'I love You 5', cartilage pierced, septum ring, belly button ring, and I have my ears stretched."
  "Awesomeness," he said. He then explained all of his tattoos to me and there was ALOT!!! I loved the anchors on his hands with his parents initials.And his nose ring was adorable.
  "I need to stop by Wal-mart to get some stuff if that's cool." he said scratching the back of his hair and fluffing up his soft brown hair. Good lord, I just wanted to bury my head in his shoulder and see what that hair smells like.
  "Fine by me, I need some stuff anyway."
  We stood up and walked out into the bright sun. He brushed my hand and i looked down. Our eyes met for a brilliant moment, then I grabbed it. His fingertips were warm from the tea.
  The store was big and had cement floors. A overweight grim woman wearing a happy face sticker., obviously the greeter, looked at us with a disapproving stare. "No shoes, no service," she said in a thick German accent. I pulled my Toms out of the back pocket of my shorts. Chris extracted some flip-flips from his own shorts. I giggled as he saluted the greeter before we walked away. Chris pulled a cart from the line-up by the door and I jumped inside.
  "Hey," he said and i smiled like a toddler back at him. He pushed the cart anyway.(as I said before, A gentleman) "So tonight since its the first night of the tour, there is going to be a bonfire and all of the bands are gonna be there, might as well get stuff for that." He glanced at the aisles."Do you need anything darlin?" he asked in a fake southern accent.
  "Well I need some blush and maybe a dress for tonight." I told him. He turned into the makeup lane and I pointed him over to my favorite make-up lines section, Neutrogena and I looked for my favorite blush.
  "OK what the hell even is this?' Chris asked me holding up an eyelash curler. I told him."What the fuck? How does it work?" I explained it to him. "Jesus, how does that not hurt?" I shrugged.
  "You just get used to it." I replied.
  When we got up to the register, the basket was full of random stuff that we both needed/loved.Nutella, cigarettes, beer, a dolphin pillow pet,a hat fr Chris, a  sundress for me, and blue hair dye since my highlights were fading. When we were waiting in line, I tugged a package of gummi worms off of the hook hanging them up near the cash register. "Oh my god, those are my favorite!!!" Chris said as I threw them on the conveyer belt.
  "Now lets party," I said before we ran to the tour ground with the shopping cart