The following day I couldn't sit still. Our conversation from the night before was still fresh in my mind. After cleaning my house top to bottom, it was finally time to get ready. I took a shower and left my hair to air dry. I hated the natural waves that formed when I didn't straighten it, but I needed to give my hair a rest day. After hopping out of the shower, I applied my makeup carefully. After debating on what to wear, I settled for a navy corset and some ripped blue jeans.

We had agreed to meet at the train station that was just a few blocks from my house. After grabbing my checkered jacket and car keys, I made my way out of the house. My heart raced the entire drive there. When I finally made it, I pulled into the nearest parking space. Lewis was already waiting for me. He was leaning against the guard rails looking at his phone. He wore his signature leather jacket and a black RHCP T-shirt. His hair was neatly brushed and he wore a pair of black skinny jeans. His eyes opened wide when he saw me approach.

"H-hey..." I greeted timidly as I folded the checkered jacket over my arm. "Wow...." he mused as I walked up to him. "You look amazing..." he whispered as he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my cheek. "T-thanks..." I stammered embarrassed. "Here, I bought your tap card. It's already loaded" he said with a smile as he handed me the small, grey piece of plastic. "W-wait..." I said as I grabbed ahold of his wrist. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as I turned his hand over.

I gasped when I laid eyes on it. A long red cut ran along his palm. "What the hell happened!?" I scolded as I stared at the dry blood. He sighed wearily as he led the way to the benches. He sat down and motioned for me to sit next to him. "Last night when I got home, my ex was waiting for me..." he trailed off. "The recent one?" I asked, my heart cringing. He nodded.

"She basically forced her way into my house. I took out my knife because I thought she was an intruder. When I found out it was her, we started arguing. She tried to hit me so I used both my hands to stop her. My knife slipped and when I pinned her hands against the wall, the blade dug into my skin. It must've been facing the wrong way..." he shrugged.

My eyes watered as anger bubbled in the center of my chest. "I hate her, I don't even know her and I hate her already. Why can't she leave you alone? Doesn't she get the hint that you're not interested?" He shrugged. "Not everybody can be as lucid as you are..." he trailed off with a smile. "Next time you should call the police..." I muttered as the train bells signaled its approach. "Same goes for you..." he said seriously as he took my hand in his and led the way onto the train.

We sat next to each other. When the train departed, he handed me one of his ear buds so we could share. I took it timidly and placed it in my ear. "This song reminds me of you..." he said just as it began to play. The song was "I Love You" by Nine Days.

I leaned my head on his shoulder as the beautiful lyrics engulfed me. In return, he rested his head on top of mine. He showed me multiple songs after that, each one more beautiful than the other. We had to take two trains in order to get to Hollywood but eventually, around two hours later, we made it. "Finally, we're here!" He said with a smile as we stepped off the elevator that brought us up from the subway. I glanced around curiously, there was so much to see. "Have you eaten anything?" He asked. I shook my head. "Then let's go, my treat" he said with a smile as he took my hand and led me down the street.

(A/n RHCP is short for Red Hot Chili Peppers, a very popular American band and Lewis's favorite.)