I Need You, Just Like You Need Me.

Rory's POV-

My hands shook, as I punched the tiny keys on my cell phone.

I stared at the blank message, unsure in what I should do. I bit my lip, and
began to type, "Hey, it's Rory."

Ugh, that sounds stupid. I rolled my eyes at myself, and just hit send. I
sighed, and set my phone on my coffee table. I brought my knees up to my chest.

I just met him two hours ago, is it too soon? I shouldn't have texted Joey. It
was weird.

Why would he give me his number anyways? I'm not pretty, at all. There's nothing
Speical about me.

I groaned to myself, as I dropped my face into my hands.

"Here's your tea." John said, entering the room, and setting down a cup on the
coffee table.

"Thanks John." I smile at him.

"No problem, what are you watching?" He asks, sitting down on the couch next to
me.

"Um, tv." I spat out, sounding confused.

"Whoa, really?" John mocked. "I meant, what show?"

"Oh," I blushed. "Im not paying attention."

"Are you okay? You are acting kind of weird."

I shook my head. "I'm fine." I didn't want to tell John I was talking to Joey. I
wasn't sure how he would handle it. He always seemed so weird, when I talked
about boys.

Just then, my phone vibrated against the glass table. We both looked at the
phone. I bit my lip nervously, then grabbed it.

"Hey, I'm happy to hear from you. I was beginning to think you were going to
blow me of; I'm glad you didn't." The text read, from Joey.

I felt a smile start to form on my lips, as I began to text him back. "How
could I blow you off?"

"I was thinking maybe, if you aren't doing anything, you would want to hang
out tomorrow? Like dinner?"

Did Joey really just ask me out?

Yeah, I think he did.

I let a high squeak slip out. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, and
peeked over at John. His eyebrows were knitted together, and his face was full
of confusion. "What was that?" He laughed.

I shook my head, "Nothing." As I discreetly. hid my phone, in my hoodie
pocket.

"What are you hiding?" He asked.

"Nothing, John." I replied back, with a smile.

"Oh really? Let me see your phone really quick." John mutter, moving closer to
me.

I jerk back, on the couch. "No, it's dying." I defend.

"I don't believe you." John says, almost hovering over me. "What's going on?"

"John, it's nothing." I fire back, pushing him away.

"If it's Nothing, why can't you just tell me?"

I rolled my eyes, and sighed. "Fine, I'm texting Joey."

Johns face dropped, "The guy from the record store?"

I nodded slowly.

"Oh, I see." John swallows hard. "Um, are you in to him?"

"I-I don't know. I just met him, I don't even know him."

John bit his lip, and looked down at his hands. "Okay then." He cleared his
throat, then stood up. "I'm going to go talk to Garrett. I'll talk to you
later." John walked to the door way, then started down the hall.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, and took my phone out. I glanced back up at
the doorway, before texting Joey back. "Yeah, that would be great."

"Awesome, can't wait to see you again."

I couldn't help but let a smile slip on my lips. This will be my first
date, since high school.