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This time you'd really done it! Your best friend had always warned you to be more careful and right now you really wished you had listened to her more closely. But of course, you didn't. You were too stubborn and high-mettled to even consider someone else’s suggestions, even if deep down you knew they were right. It had always been this way and, what's more, the reason you had gotten yourself into this mess in the first place.

Your kindhearted nature made it hard for you to watch others suffer, especially since your start in life was anything but easy. So you decided to do something about it instead of just remaining a bystander. While it started off rather innocent by donating money and supporting several organizations, one day that just wasn't enough anymore. That's when you started going out on the streets. Doing good yourself. You had a rough start but after a while and with some training you got better at it. And now, with all those vigilantes popping out of nowhere, you were convinced the police would focus on them instead of some harmless girl strolling the streets. But that's where you had been wrong again.

Fucking great!, you thought to yourself. Glance over your shoulder, you kept running. Your lungs trying to cope with the unexpected hunt, while you tried to figure out the best spot to disappear back into the shadows. But no matter how well you knew your ways around the city, the officers trying to catch you did the same. Sure, you could've just stayed and talked to them but you were in a compromising position, knowing the appearance you gave right now. Not only your bruised knuckles, which were partly covered in fingerless gloves and the black attire you wore but also the beaten up man you left behind on the spot. You weren't the aggressive type - not really, but after doing this for a while you realized that sometimes there was no other choice. Especially if you caught an asshole like before molesting some innocent woman. Some jerk, who didn't stop when you tried to reason with him and came at you instead. And still, that was no reason to run. But you knew that even if you had explained the situation, you would have to get off the tracks for a while and that was nothing you were willing to do.

So you kept running. Turning around a corner into a dark alleyway, your feet about to give in and your heart about to explode from the rush of adrenaline. Another turn followed and you entered a dimly lit street. You were almost there, hoping you'd find shelter in that one bar which you usually avoided since it didn't give the most welcoming impression. But for now, it was better than nothing. Better than being caught. 

As you got closer you saw someone leaving the bar, causing you to slow down and catch your breath again. You ran your hands through your hair, untying your ponytail before opening your leather jacket – trying to alter your appearance as much as possible for now. Unfortunately, that's what gave your chasers a chance to catch up more than you cared for. The voices behind you, shouting at you to stop caught the male's attention, who immediately turned your direction before looking at the officers in the distance. There was a hint of panic in your face, even though you tried your hardest to keep a cool exterior. But from the look he gave you, you guessed he wasn't convinced at all. Yep, I'm fucked..., you thought as you were about to walk past him and heading into the bar nonetheless.

That's when you felt a firm grasp around your wrist. Confused you turned around, panic rushing through your body as you raised your eyes looking straight into the other's face. He was handsome. Handsome enough to distract you for a bit and for a second you startled. Or was it because his face felt somewhat familiar? You don't have time for that shit!, you warned yourself with a shake of your head. About to raise your voice, he beat you to it.

“Drop it!”, he whispered, not admitting any contradiction as he pulled you closer.

“The fuck you think you're doing?”, you hissed anyway, trying to free your hand.

“You'll see. Just trust me.” He gave you a charming smile as he placed a hand on your cheek, while you were about to lose it for good.

Trust him? You didn't even know this guy and he really expected you to trust him? After the shit you had seen and been through you wouldn't even consider it an option.

“Like hell I'll-”

Suddenly you felt his lips on your lips. He loosened his grip and placed his hand on your waist instead. Eyes wide open, you blinked a few times, clenching your fist and ready to punch him in his damn pretty face.

“Just play along.”, he broke the kiss for a second, giving you a commanding eye before he pressed his lips against yours once again.

That's when it hit you. Was he trying to help you? Still skeptical you opened your fist again, placing your hand on his chest instead and closing your eyes - albeit grudgingly.

Only seconds later you heard someone clearing their throat. “Excuse us...”, a male voice said, as you slowly parted. About to step away from the guy who just recklessly invaded your private space, you felt gentle pressure on your waist, a reminding expression in his eyes. Letting out a sigh, you stepped next to him, not breaking the touch, leaning against him, your hand still resting on his upper body. The smile from before returned to his face, as he turned towards the officers facing you.

“How may we help you, gentlemen?”, he addressed them in a firm yet friendly voice. Gosh, this dude had nerves!, you thought, trying to keep your temper under control.

While they returned his glance for a moment you noticed something in their eyes – almost like they were hesitant, yet it didn't take long until they turned towards you.

“Miss, we need you to come with us.”

“Is there a problem, officers?”, the guy by your side replied, without even giving you a chance to respond first.

“We need to talk to her. This is none of your business, Mr. Russo.”

Russo? You were sure you heard that name before. You just didn't know when or where. But no matter how eager you were to pinpoint it, that was an issue for later.

“With all due respect, when the police ask my future wife to come with them, it becomes my business.”, he stated without hesitation. He just stood there – lying without even blinking an eye. How could he pull off this act with a straight face so easily when you already struggled to simply keep your face under control?

The younger officer let out a sigh, furrowing his brows. Obviously, he wasn't satisfied with the guy's statement. Neither were you, but you kept that to yourself for now. Yet you were afraid they might bring up the situation you were in just minutes ago and since you weren't eager to involve a stranger into your mess, you took a deep breath as you turned to him, trying your best to put up a warm smile.

“Honey, it's okay. How about you go ahead while I talk to them and I'll join you once we're done?”, you suggested hopefully. But by the expression he gave you, you knew he wouldn't just play along with it.

“Absolutely not. If there's something going on, I need to know. We're a team, babe. Besides, it's your first night off in weeks and I intend to spend it with you, just as planned.” Was he for real? Honestly, this dude was unbelievable! You pushed the irritated thoughts away, preventing your face from turning dark.

“I know, I know. But I'm sure it won't take -”

“No, I'm staying. But how about you go inside, while I have a little chat with them?”, he turned back at them. Since you always had problems reading people, you weren't sure if he was asking or telling them whether it was okay for you to leave. But you definitely could sense the intensity in his dark eyes.

To your surprise, they nodded in your direction.

Startled, you raised one brow, before nodding hesitantly in return and slowly turning around, ready to enter the pub.

As you opened the door, the older officer addressed that Russo guy. “There was an incident before and the suspect...” You didn't hear the rest of the sentence as the door fell shut before he could finish it.

You headed towards the bar, taking a seat visibly discomforted. Since you didn't have any money on you, you couldn't even order a drink to calm your nerves. So you just waited, now and then looking towards the entrance.

“What can I get you?”, the bartender asked, making you cringe a split second.

“Umm... nothing. I'm just waiting for someone.”, you responded, an apologetic sound in your voice.

Furrowing her brows, she left you to alone eventually.

Surprisingly it didn't take long until the handsome stranger with no manners came back in. Although you didn't notice him until he sat down next to you and addressed the bartender.

“One beer and...”

“For fuck's sake!”, you exclaimed as you winced yet again, turning towards him.

“What do you want?”, he asked, an amused smile gracing his face.

“Double whiskey...”, you said, shrugging your shoulders.

“You heard the lady.”, he briefly looked at the bartender before turning back at you. “You sure have a wicked tongue.”

Eyeing him skeptically, you knitted your brows.

“And you have a fucked up sense of decency. No one ever told you not to just kiss someone without permission? Or is that a normal thing to do in whatever shithole you're from?” You knew you should be a little more grateful since he just spared you a whole lot of trouble out there, but you couldn't help but be annoyed. Presumably, because you were sick of guys who thought they could get away with anything just because they were pretty.

“I assume that's your way of saying thank you. Even though you should work on that attitude.”, he said cheekily, causing you to roll your eyes. Your drinks were placed in front of you and without hesitation, you grabbed your glass.

“Whatever... ” You mumbled and had a gulp, before putting your glass down in front of you again, rubbing your temples the next second. “So, what did they say?”

“They were looking someone and asked if we saw them and where they went.”

You raised your head and looked at him.

“I sent them the other direction.”, he explained noticing the puzzled expression you gave him.

Nodding, you took a deep breath. “That's good. Thanks...”

Minutes passed as you both remained silent, you staring the counter while he kept his eyes on you. It felt like he looked daggers at you, and you could tell another wave of annoyance was rushing through your body.

“What?”, you asked without even turning towards him.

“Are you going to tell me what's going on?”

“This is none of your business, Mr. Russo.”, you quoted the officer from before, the hint of a smile on your lips.

“You made it my business when-”

“Don't go there. You got yourself into this. I didn't ask you to-” Once again you forgot about your manners, but so did he.

“Could you at least let me finish?”

Your lips drew a thin line before you slowly looked at him with a frown. This time you remained quiet for a change.

“What I was going to say – You made it my business when you gave me that panicked look.”

“What am I? A damsel in distress?”

“Didn't say that.”

“But that's what you meant. Anyway – you kissed me, so I owe you nothing. In fact, you owe me.”, you said. “But since you're going to pay for my drink I guess we're even.”, you added after giving a thought to it. You were surprised by your behavior. Usually, you wouldn’t act like that. Yet you felt like tonight's events justified your attitude – at least to some extent.

He gave you a lopsided sneer, shrugging his shoulders. “Seems fair.”

You shot another skeptical look in his direction and sighed. “Sorry. I'm acting like a bitch, aren't I.”

“Yes, you are...”, he began and you gave him another frown, noticing that he was still smiling. So you decided to keep any more harsh words to yourself. At least for now.

“But you seem like you've been through some shit tonight, so it's understandable.”, he finished, taking another sip.

“How generous you are, Mr. Russo.”, you joked halfhearted, your head rested on your hand.

“I think we're past that stage. Call me Billy.” He instantly caught what you were implying.

“I'm Y/N Y/L/N. I'd say nice to meet you but... ”

“I know. Even though I think it is nice to meet you, disregard the circumstances.” Billy laughed, even raising a smile from you.

“You're a real charmer, aren't you?” This was the first time you gave him a proper look, your smile turning into a smirk.

“So they say.” He didn't even deny it. A chuckle left your throat as you shook your head.

“You know...”, you raised your voice, unsure how to continue until you decided to simply drop the overthinking and just speaking your mind straight.

“You look familiar. I have a feeling we've met before.” And as you spoke it remembered. But that couldn't be. There was no way he... Billy Russo. You knew where you heard that name before. More and more memories came to your mind. Memories of a time long forgotten, almost overwritten by a totally different life. Pictures of a period of your life you put in a box and promised to never open again. You remembered the face of a young boy who had been through a lot – just like you. A boy, whom only you could raise a smile from during those dark days before fate meant it better with you than him. Before your paths separated. Your head was spinning. Shit! That's impossible!

“... it's either of those.” His voice reached your ears and you realized you didn't hear a single word he just said.

“Sorry, I... need some air.”, you mumbled, clearly bemused.

His eyes had changed. They still had the same color and shape, but there was something hidden underneath. Something that wasn't there when you were kids. When you were at that place.

It was too much. Too much for you to cope with right now. Hasty, you got up, almost knocking over the stool you sat on just seconds ago.

“You okay?”, he asked, giving you a worried look.

“I'm... I'm fine. I just... need to get out of here. Thanks for the drink.” You avoided to look at him and ran towards the door, pushing it open.

“Shit! Shit! SHIT! Are you fucking kidding me? This has to be a fucking joke!”

Thinking straight was impossible. So was taking control over your body. Only distantly you noticed your feet were still moving and while you hoped they would take you back home, all you did was walking the street up and down.

“I can't deal with this right now! That's not how it's supposed to be. What the fuck is wrong with you? Screw you, universe!”

The negative memories you pushed aside didn't include him. Back then, he was like your big brother. Another picture flashed in your mind. A very recent one. And you stopped. Just like that, your feet wouldn't move anymore. Slowly, very hesitantly you raised your hand, fingers brushing your lips cautiously.

“Y/N?”

Your heart skipped a beat and you jumped, swiftly turning around.

“Listen, it's obvious you’re not fine and it’s okay if you don't want to talk about it, but at least let me take you home.”

“You don't remember me...”, you whispered, the words leaving your mouth without your doing.

Billy looked at you, brows furrowed, a questioning expression on his face. “I told you... “

You just shook your head, trying to figure out if it was only you who didn't completely erased that time from your mind when suddenly nervous laughter left your lips.

“I shouldn't blame you. I didn't recognize you until just now either.” A sigh escaped your throat.

“I mean, of course, you don't remember. Just look at us. You, all fancy and not so lanky anymore. Me, all in black and a bit less chubby. Oh, not to forget that I got myself a new surname. Y/N Y/B/N is no more.”, you gave him a weak smile and fell silent. Minutes went by and you waited for a sign, anything that indicated he recognized you. But nothing. He didn't move a single muscle. Instead, Billy just started back at you – His expression inscrutable. Maybe he really did forget about you.

You inhaled deeply as your shoulders sagged.

“I'll get home by myself. It was good seeing you again, Billy. I'm glad you're doing fine.” You gave him a sad smile as you turned around, ready to leave.

.........

.........

.........

“Dove?”

A name you hadn't heard in a long time, ages as it seemed. Cautiously you turned back at him, nodding as your smile softened. You saw disbelief in his eyes. It was so obvious, that even you had no trouble noticing it.

“Although it appears that name doesn't suit me that well anymore.”, you joked, trying to lighten up the mood at least a little.

Finally, something in his expression changed as the corners of his lips twitched briefly.

“It surely doesn't. I didn't know you could swear at all.”

“Neither did I and yet here I am, cursing like a fricking sailor.”, you laughed and soon he joined you.

Again time passed, without either of you saying a single word, even though this time it was because you both were trying to cope with what just happened. Running your hand through your hair, you walked back towards the building you left what felt like an eternity ago and sat down, leaning against the wall.

“That's so messed up...”, you broke the silence, looking up at Billy, who stood next to you, back against the wall as well.

It was clear as day – the tension sitting in the back of your neck, digging deeper into your flesh and bones. Yet it was nothing new to you. In fact, you got quite used to it over the past years. After all, that was one of the reasons you were sitting on these stone-cold stairs, gazing in abstraction, the coffee in your hands almost completely cooled down.

As most times you had been way too early for your weekly appointment with Dr. Ainsley. It became quite the habit within the past few months – ever since your parents arranged the first meeting with the middle-aged therapist. You still remember the argument you had back then like it was yesterday.

You didn't even live at home anymore and yet they still couldn't help but interfere with your life. While the reasonable part of you could fully understand their motives, you had never been one to keep their cool. Actually, it was quite the opposite. No matter how big or small – as soon as something got to you, your emotions took control. It had been this way since you were young and while you were pretty sure it was due to the lack of shown feelings in your family, your parents never seemed like giving proper thought to it.

Taking a sip from your coffee, you creased your face into a frown. The well-known question whether your parents thought showing affection was the same as giving you money came to your mind. Since you grew up in a material world, it didn't seem that far off the reality. But even though you were curious about an answer, by now you had given up on ever receiving one.

A sigh escaped your lips, letting your head fall back against the wall. Why were you even sitting here? Not like, here in general but still outside? You knew very well you could waste your time inside the building. Another sigh, another sip as you closed your eyes for a brief moment.

“Impressive. You haven't even been in there and yet you're already exhausted?”, a male voice reached your ears.

“Yeah, why wait? Wanna cross that off my list as soon as possible.” You replied, your eyes still closed.

You knew exactly who just left the building. Even without looking you saw his curly dark hair and brown eyes right in front of you. It'd been weeks since you first met and while you didn't pay much attention to each other at first, you soon realized your appointments were almost always at the same day, which is why after a while you started talking to each other. Yet you never changed any important information so far.

Eventually opening your eyes again, you gave him a tired yet encouraging smile.

“Didn't go that well, huh?”, you said as you got a glance at his face.

The expression he gave you made any comment superfluous, which was probably the reason he only shook his head as he sat down next to you.

“She's in a nasty mood today. So you better prepare yourself.”, he exclaimed in a sigh, leaning back as well. Rubbing his eyes, before stopping at the back of his nose.

“Great. Can't wait.”, you replied sarcastically, emptying your cup in one sip.

Slowly standing up, you stretched a little.

“Well, I better get going then. Wouldn't want to provoke her by being late, now would I?”

“Probably not.”

He sounded tired, not as cheerful as you had known him before. This time surely got him and you couldn't help the feeling of anxiety spreading in your whole body as you wondered if you'd feel the same once you were done.

After throwing your cup into the bin a few steps away from the entrance, you took a deep breath, hand placed at the door handle.

“See you next week.” You addressed him, as you pushed the door open.

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He was right. So right, you just should have skipped today's appointment. You brows were in a constant frown, even after you left the room and took a moment to gather yourself in the waiting room. Pulling your hair back, you stretched your neck, searching your purse for your headphones. While most time you enjoyed the sound of your environment, right now you couldn't bare anything but your favorite songs.

Leaving the counselors office, you plugged your headphones into your phone, everything good to go once you were outside. Consumed by the thoughts rushing through your mind, you barely paid attention to anything at all, not even after pushing open the front door. You didn't even notice the silhouette moving next to the entrance. Nor did you hear anyone calling out for you. Not until you felt a tap on your shoulder.

You flipped around, more startled than you should have been. Especially once you realized it was the guy from before.

“Whoa...! No one ever told you not to creep up on someone?”, you hissed, your voice more defensive than it was supposed to be.

He rose his hands in defense, an apologetic expression on his face.

“Actually, I've been calling you a few times.”, he added, a little laughter following.

Apparently, your roles switched. Now you were the one too weary to even bring up the courage to smile, why you only shrugged your shoulders.

“Whatever. What are you still doing here?”, you asked, barely interested in the answer.

You just wanted to get home, be by yourself and ignore everything and everyone. You would have given anything just so you could...

“Waiting for you.”, he interrupted your thoughts, catching you off guard and causing you to narrow your eyes to slits – looking at him skeptically.

“Why?”, you responded harshly.

He let out a sigh, before scratching his neck.

“Let's say I had a feeling you wouldn't feel that peachy. Thought you could need a drink when you're done?”, he explained, giving you a little smile.

“You do realize it's only afternoon...” One of your eyebrows raised as you were about to explain that it was way too early for a drink when you changed your mind within a matter of seconds.

“You know what? Screw that. Count me in. Where are we going?”

You got in motion before you could change your mind. As if he could sense it, he followed your lead, soon catching up to you.

“I can't actually go somewhere public so...” “Why's that?”, you interrupted him, completely forgetting about your manners.

That was if you even had some – like your parents often would say. Another wave of anger rose, even though you only thought about them a split second. Yes, today's session definitely got to you.

“Are you serious? I can't just... Forget about that. I just don't feel like surrounding myself with tons of people right now and I'm sure the same goes for you.”

Without even turning your head, you eyed him for a moment. Even without looking at him properly, you could tell his sudden change of mind, yet you were too preoccupied with your own worries to dig deeper into the topic.

“Fine with me. My place isn't far from here. Private enough?”

You didn't even take a moment to reconsider what you just offered. You barely knew this guy and yet you invited him to your place? Usually, you even argued with your friends and family if one of them wanted to come around and yet you were completely fine with some stranger invading your private space.

“You sure about that?”, he asked and you could feel his deep brown eyes resting on you.

Shrugging yet again, you mended your pace.

“As long as you are with gin and tonic or beer.”, you stated, making it clear you didn't have anything else to offer once you were there.

“Sure. Next time's my treat then.”

You frowned as you couldn't help but wonder if he really expected you two to hang out after today again. After all, you were pretty sure this was only a one-time thing – a chance for both of you to get your mind off literally everything.

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“Home, sweet home!”

You stepped into your apartment, leaving the door open so he could follow you.

“Don't mind the mess. I didn't really any visitors today.”, you explained, slipping out of your shoes.

“No need to worry. Didn't come here to judge you.”, he said in an understanding tone after he closed the door behind him.

“Yeah, you say that now. Anyway, I'm going to slip into something more comfy. What do you want to drink? I'm getting a g and t.” With that you crossed the room, opening the door to your left, before heading to the one at the end of the floor.

“Make it two.”, he responded.

“Gotcha. Living room's that way. Make yourself at home.”, you explained, pointing at the door you just opened seconds ago before disappearing into your bedroom.

That's when it first hit you. There was a stranger, a guy, in your living room. A random dude you met at your therapist's. You didn't know anything about this dude. Why did you think it was a bright idea to bring some stranger who clearly had some issues over to your place.

“You're not going to kill me, are you?”, you raised your voice, trying to push your plausible worries aside as you changed into something more comfortable than the fashionable outfit you wore in public just so no one your family knew would see you in anything unworthy your social rank. Wearing your favorite shorts and a loosely fitting top, you left your bedroom within minutes.

“You're only thinking about that now? Isn't it a bit too late for that? I mean, even if I wanted to kill you – there isn't much you could do about that now, is there?”, he said the moment you entered the living room. He stood in the other side of the room, looking right at some of your drawings and while you felt a rush of shame manifesting as soft red on your cheeks, you remained quiet about it.

“Yeah, probably right, but I thought it wouldn't hurt to ask. Just n case you're an honest serial killer, you know?”, you joked halfhearted, taking a few steps towards the counter, which separated the kitchen from the living room.

You heard him laugh for a moment. “No, you're safe. I didn't plan on killing you... not today anyway.”, which made you chuckle in return.

On your way, you took two glasses, before you placed them said counter. The next moment you were already gathering everything needed for your drinks.

“Well, that sure as hell sounds reassuring.”, you laughed dryly. “Cucumber? Yay or nay?”, you added as you cut a few sliced or your own drink.

“Nay on that.”, he responded and for a second you were sure he was copying you.

Pushing the sudden wave of insecurity aside, you nodded, not even sure whether or not he could see your reaction.

Both glasses in hands, you walked back into the living room, taking a seat at your sofa. He must have heard your steps, since it didn't take long for him to join you, accepting the glass you handed him the moment he sat down. For a moment you both fell quite as you noticed him eyeing you up and down. Well, no surprise since it was the first time he saw you wearing something other than those fancy clothes you wore whenever you ran into each other so far. While you tried to figure out what the expression he gave you meant, you couldn't help but wonder whether he was disappointed. Not that it mattered anyway. Sure, he was incredibly handsome and some part of you felt attracted to his appearance, but what would it change if you freaked out about something so trivial? Nothing. Which is exactly, why you shook your head to scare your thoughts away before averting your glance and clearing your throat.

“By the way... “, you began as you were about to take a sip. “What should I call you? Or are you just fine with my friendly neighborhood psychopath?”, you asked, the hint of a smile on your lips.

Raising the glass to your lips, you had a sip, your eyes turning back at him. Something that felt like confusion mirrored in his eyes, as he regarded you intently.

“The name's Robert, but I usually go by Bob or Bobby.”, he eventually responded, still a skeptical look on his face.

Nodding, you slowly leaned back, pulling your legs up to sit cross-legged, facing his direction.

“Alright, although I think... Yep, I'm going to call you Rob. Or would you prefer Bert?” you said jokingly, your smile becoming clearer this time. For a second he pursed his lips before letting out a brief sigh.

“If you really have to, I'd prefer Rob.”, he responded, one brow raised.

“Perfect! I'm Y/N, but my friends call me Y/NN.”, you replied grinning.

“So, Y/NN.”

“Oh okay, so we friends now?”, you kept joking.

“Well, who else would you invite to your place?”

“No one, duh!”

“Meaning we're best friends?” Bobby gave you a little smile, teasing you as well.

“Getting there quickly, aren't we? But sure, fine with me, mate.”, you played along – obviously enjoying the light conversation you were having.

“Great! Now, since that's settled… ”, he said, taking a gulp himself before leaning back.

“Wow. You feeling this terrible, you can't even enjoy a drink?”, you teased him.

“You have no idea! But are you sure you wanna talk about this of all things?”

Shaking your head, you pursed your lips. “Hell, no! As far as I'm concerned, that's been enough therapy for a lifetime.”

“Makes two of us.”, he agreed. “So, Y/NN, tell me about you. What do you do for fun?”

“Nothing much to be honest. Just playing video games and... “, your eyes turned back at the pictures across the room. “... drawing, kinda.”, you finished, insecurity in your voice. While it was your passion, you felt insecure about it especially since your parents were anything but supportive about it. This time you were the one who took a generous gulp.

“What about you? Anything more exciting?”, you added quickly, nervous laughter on your lips, hoping to avoid getting deeper into topic.

Shaking his head, the corners of his lips drew the ghost of a smile. “Unfortunately not. My life's pretty busy, so I'm glad if I have a few days off to relax.” For a brief moment, he turned quiet until realizing he didn't give you much of an answer. “Though I do love my job. Also, count me in on the video games.”, he smiled.

“Then...”, you began, as you placed your glass on the table in front of you before standing up, “...we got ourselves something to do.”, you grinned, walking towards your TV and consoles.

“You fine with Rayman? You can pick the next.”, you asked while getting your PlayStation 4 ready.

“Sounds perfect!”, Bobby agreed as you handed him the second controller over. “I loved playing it when I was younger.”

It was my 5th year working as a volunteer at new york comic con, yet I had never been this nervous. Over the past years, I had been working at different conventions and therefore got in contact with several celebrities, why one might think I eventually got used to being eye to eye with people like Jensen Ackles, Grant Gustin or Robert Downey Jr. - yet that was nothing but wishful thinking, considering this very moment.

During my second year, I got my first chance to work at both – the panels and the backstage/vip area. And I loved it! It was that moment I realized this was the kind of thing I wanted to do for a living. Unfortunately being a volunteer didn't pay off very well. Well, it didn't pay off anything at all – besides free access to the current con of course. But I was certain it was the best opportunity to gain experience before trying my luck in other areas.

So, again, one should think I got used to all of this over the years, but this time was different. As the schedules were sent out, my heart skipped a beat and as if he knew it, my comic con-best friend called only seconds after we received the mail.

“(Y/N), you okay?”,  Dan asked as soon as I picked up.

“This has to be a joke...”, I mumbled both – in shock and excitement.

We met during my first year, while he had been there the third time. After sharing our first shift we were basically inseparable. Dan and I clicked instantly – sharing the same interests and liking the same shows. During the following years, we always met a few days in advance, spending some time together before we would be stressed out as hell and sleep-deprived from the upcoming days working and running around. That's why I wasn't even surprised he called this quickly once we got the news.

“Nah, don't think it is.”, he chuckled, while I got up, unable to steady neither my pace nor my heartbeat.

“Dan, I'm dying. I'm literally dying right now. This can't be real!”, I exclaimed still running around like some hyperactive 5-year-old.

“Looks quite real to me. Calm down, (Y/N). Isn't that what you've wanted ever since the pilot aired?”, his voice was way too steady at this moment and it almost drove me crazy.

This was the only difference between the two of us. While I was head over heels over the actors of my favorite character, Dan just enjoyed some good storytelling. And that's exactly why I freaked out the moment I read I would be in charge of the vip and panel area during the whole con, which also included the one the cast of The 100 would be there. Not only was it a huge responsibility, no, but I would also meet the actors I had adored for years now.

“No... I mean, yes! Of course! But I can't do this. I'm going to fuck everything up!”

“Language!”

“Shut up, Captain E-Rated! This is some serious shit! How am I gonna keep my cool and be professional when I see Marie. And Richard. And Lindsey!”

Yes, I was definitely freaking out – more than I should.

“What, you're not going to mention your all-time sweetheart?”, Dan teased me, making me blush right away and I was glad he couldn’t see my face right now. I knew he was right and so did he. Yes, the thought of seeing Bob Morley in person was the actual reason for keeping me on my toes. Not that I'd admit it, though.

“Fuck off, asshat! You're so not helpful, it's like I'm talking to Isaac.”, I responded as I fell on my bed.

“Just tell me what to do...”, I muttered, face pressed into one of the pillows.

Laughter from the other side of the phone.

“How about you take a few deep breaths and then you're going to be as charming and quick-witted as always?”

“I hate you...”

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Within a matter of seconds, I threw my pillow downwards next to my bed.

“Die...”, I grumbled, slowly coming to my senses.

It was still dark outside when the alarm went off and I didn't know who to blame for the most annoying start of the day ever – myself for wanting to get up hours before we had to leave or Dan's alarm, which was the most nerve-wracking thing I ever heard.

“Good morning, too...”, a male voice muttered not sounding any less tired.

For the past days, Dan stayed over at my place and actually managed to get my constant and quite spontaneous fan-girl-outbursts under control. While the first day at comic con went by smoothly, reality hit me again once we got back home last night. Even though it was late already, we stayed up way longer than we should have and only got a few hours of sleep. Mainly my fault but what should a girl do? Yet, no matter how grateful I was only a few hours ago as I finally calmed down again, now we had to take the bitter pill. Pulling my blanket over my head, I turned around, letting out a long, exhausted sigh.

“How 'bout we call in sick today?”, I asked – half joking, half serious.

“Nah, we're gonna make it somehow... and you don't wanna miss the party, do ya?”

I hated to admit it, but he was right. If I'd skip work today, but would show up at the party, I had been working at nycc for the longest time. It was probably the most exciting part of the con. Everyone – volunteers, organization, exhibitors and actors – they all came together for a few drinks, amazing food and some nice music. And there was not a chance I would miss out on that.

The next moment my blanket disappeared and I heard Dan walking towards the door.

“Don't. You. Dare. To ...”

Before I could even finish my sentence, the room turned bright – too bright. Shielding my eyes, I somehow managed to sit up.

“Bastard.”

“Jon or Ramsay?”

“Joffrey.”

“Ouch, that hurts.”

“You're welcome.”

“So, how about I make us some coffee and you take a shower? You reek.”, he suggested, well-aware that coffee was the only thing powerful enough to actually get me on my feet, literally speaking.

“I said Joff, not Ramsay.”, I responded, my words followed by a yawn. “But fine. Zombie awakener style?”

“Always. Now move your lazy ass before I have to kick it.”

Waving in his direction I signalized him to go ahead. I always wondered how Dan could be so energetic, even in the morning after a day like yesterday. Maybe he was a morning person but me? Not so much. After staying put a few more seconds, eventually, I got up, dragging myself toward carefully picked outfit placed on a chair. Even though we all had to wear the same shirts, it didn't mean I couldn't up my game at least a little. Even if it would be a first. Usually, I just wore some comfy sweats and sneakers, but today my favorite pair of jeans, a cute long-sleeve, which I would wear underneath the staff-shirt, and my not so cheap Converse would do. Still comfortable but not as Netflix and chill as my usual attire. I even managed to decide on what to wear tonight yesterday, so the most irritating part was already done.

After taking a quick shower I prepared my skin for another not so common part – putting on makeup. But before I would even think about painting on my face like an empty canvas, I had to get my own personal drug.

The rest of the morning passed rather uneventful – We both got dressed, I decided to keep my make up simple for the day and while Dan prepared everything for later when we got back home, I refilled our to-go cups.

Until midday, it felt like any other day. I ran some errands, briefly switched positions with some newcomers and the guys and girls working alongside with me finally got used to the hectic work. Thanks to everything on my schedule I didn't get any chance to ponder over what was to come in the second half of the day.

But once I met Dan for lunch, it struck me like lightning all over again.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!”, I exclaimed, checking my appearance in my smartphone's front camera.

It was obvious I hadn't just been sitting around doing nothing during the last hours.

Fortunately Dan already got used to these outbursts during the past few days, which was probably why he only let out an almost bored yawn.

“You're gonna make it someh    ”

Stopping mid-sentence, he suddenly unbent, his eyes averted from and looking past me.

“The fuck is it now?”, I asked. Not even annoyed, but nervous as hell.

“(Y/N)... promise me you won't freak out if you turn around.”

“Why would I   Oh! My! God!”

Turning the direction he was looking, my eyes set on Bobby – and not only him. No, the whole cast of The 100 sat only a few tables away from us, having lunch themselves.

Even after some seconds passed, I was still staring. Trying to clear my throat, I blinked a few times.

“I... I probably should stop staring like some crazy fan...”, I mumbled.

“Seems like a good    Nope, too late.”

I knew exactly what he was talking about, as Richard rose his glance, looking our direction. He must have said something to his co-stars because slowly they all turned towards us.

“Fuck...”, I said under my breath, pretty sure I ruined everything.

That’s until suddenly something came up my mind. Something that would either be my downfall or lifeline. A bright smile appeared on my lips as I turned back to Dan before getting up.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?”, he questioned, a skeptical expression on his face.

“Saving my ass or digging my grave.”

Taking a deep breath, I headed straight for their table, making sure my badge was in sight.

Professional. Be Professional. Come on, (Y/N), you can do it!

My smile turned bright and cheerful, the moment I arrived next to them.

“Hey! Sorry about the staring just now. I was trying to figure out whether now would be a good time to hit you up for a sec.”

My voice was firm, almost getting my hopes up, I could survive this without showing my inner fan-girl screaming loudly. That's until – out of all people – Bobby replied.

“Seems like you've made up your mind a little too quick.”, he said, leading me to make a face for a moment.

“Oh...”, was the only sound leaving my throat, as I stood there dumbfounded.

“I'm kidding. What's up?”

His expression softened and he gave me his breathtaking smile, which never failed to make my knees go weak.

Dammit! Get yourself together!

Coughing slightly, I briefly shook my head – lips pressed together in half a smile, half annoyance.

“Yeah, right... So, I... I just wanted to introduce myself quickly before you guys go backstage. I'm (Y/N) and I'll be your girl Friday in a few. Figured it wouldn't hurt if you knew my face beforehand.”, I finished, giving them a warm smile.

For a brief moment, everybody nodded, returning my smile, before Eliza playfully punched Bob.

“Guess you better hadn't said that before.”, she addressed him, grinning.

“Yeah, you really shouldn't hoax the one bringing you drinks and food.”, Marie joined in, laughing.

“Was nice knowing you, man.”, Richard added, not any less amused.

Their behavior was infectious, why I couldn't help but join in and therefore spoke before even giving a thought to it.

“Good thing I like my victims to see my face at least one time before they bite the dust.”

“My, my looks like we've got a feisty one.”, Lindsey laughed before the others joined her.

“You feeling alright buddy?”

Eliza placed her hand on Bobby's shoulder, who obviously had given up, shaking his head in silent laughter as it seemed.

“Absolutely. It's great to see you're all totally fine with me being poisoned.”, he said, both – playfully and devastated – at once.

Still chuckling a little, I clapped my hand.

“Alright. I guess I'll let you enjoy your last moments alive and I'll see you guys later.”

As much as I enjoyed the little chat, I knew I had to finish lunch before getting back to work in a few. Not to mention that I didn't want to take up their time any longer. Even though they didn't seem to mind my presence. Within seconds most of them said their goodbyes – though it wouldn't be for long – and I turned around, ready to walk away.

“See you, (Y/N)! And try not to kill me before the panel.” Bob spoke, making my heart skip a beat as I heard my name from his lips.

“Yeah, we'll see about that.”, I responded teasingly, one last glance over my shoulder, giving him a lopsided grin.