To @tbh_jimmypage, because she said, she liked it :)

  She looked around. The flat was rather small, but very cosy, painted in different shades of blue. She stood in the middle of a little hall. There was a hanger on her left side and a tall mirror on her right.

-May I take your coat?- Bob asked softly.

She nodded and shook it off her shoulders. He hang it right next to his. They kicked off their shoes and he motioned for her to go further.

-Look around and I'll make us some tea- he said, walking into a kitchen, that was right in front of them. -The bathroom is on the left.

She turned left and walked into his bedroom. It was spacious, painted in baby blue. There stood a large double bed in the middle of the wall, opposite the door. There was a big window on the left and an old wardrobe, right next to it. She came up to the wimdow, delicately spread an azure blind and looked outside. The view wasn't breathtaking. She could only see a few roofs and a small, dingy backyard. Corrina turned around.

-"Where's that bathroom, Bob was talking about?"- she thought. -"Maybe it's over there?"

She crossed the room and stood in front of white door. She opened it and walked into a small bathroom. It was all tiled with white tiles. There was a shower on the left, a white washbasin, with a mirror hanging above it, right in front of her, a toilet and a few shelves, with cosmetics on them, on her right. She washed her hands and decided to look around a bit more. Leaving the bedroom, she glanced at the kitchen. It was rather small.

-"It must be well lit in the morning"- she thought, looking at a large window in front of her.

There, on the right, stood a biggish, old, oaken table, with four upholstered chairs. It looked rather funny, out of place. She giggled. Bob, who was standing next to a stove, on the left, turned around and looked at her. He smiled.

-What?- he glanced at the table. -It was here, when I moved in. The majority of the things here, were left by the previous owners. They wanted to sell it quickly, so it wasn't very expensive- he shrugged.

He turned, to face the stove and took a lemon out of a fridge, right next to him.

-Want some?

-Yeah, sure.

-Sugar?

-No, thanks.

He handed her a blue mug of hot tea and she laughed.

-What?- he asked confused. -Did I forget something?

-No, no- she laughed even more, at his adorable expession. -You really like blue, don't you?

-Oh!- he smiled, too. -Yeah, that's actually my favourite colour.

   They went to a living room, that was on the right of the front door. There stood three great, dark brown bookstands, that covered the whole wall opposite the door. They were all filled with books and records. On the left, there was another big window, with a large, brown, leather sofa and a rather small, rectangle coffee table, standing underneath it. Bob led her to the coach. She sat down and he crossed the room and came up to a radio, standing on the right of the door. He turned it on and found a radio station, that played old standards.

-You were great, today- he said, sitting next to her.

-Thank you- she blushed, sipping on her tea.

They sat in silence for a while, listening to a soft tune, coming from the old radio.

-Why do you still want to keep in touch with him?- Bob asked quietly.

Corrina nearly choked on her drink, but she managed to swallow the hot liquid. She coughed, tears blurring her vision for a few seconds. Bob took the mug from her hands and started to pat her on the back. He watched her with worry and concern in his eyes. She attempted to calm down a bit, by taking another sip of her tea. She took a deep breath and cleared her throat.

-I told you- she started hesitantly. -We were close and I took care of him. I-I always felt responsible for him.

-Pardon me, but... It's kinda stupid- he said, holding her hands. -I-I mean... It's not your fault, that he started to do drugs.

She looked at him sadly and nodded a little.

-Actually...- she gulped nervously. -I had an older brother, Mike and he-he... He used to take drugs, too. He was the one who started it- she wiped a single tear off her face impatiently. -I was a child. I couldn't understand why he was acting like mad. You see... Our father left my mom, brother and me, when I was about five. Mum was trying very hard to make our childhood, as happy, as possible. She was working shifts, to make more money, so we'd be able to study at good schools. But my brother couldn't understand why she was doing that. Why she was leaving us alone at home, while she was at work. He thought she didn't care about us. That she actually wasn't working all the time, but going out with friends and things like that. She was very young and beautiful. Men were always looking at her while she was walking down the street- Corrina didn't notice the tears, streaming down her face.

Bob was still holding her hands, stroking them with his thumbs. He was listening intently, not wanting to miss a word.

-So he, out of misery probably, decided to-to start doing d-drugs- she tried to choke back her sobs. -He found a dealer a-and that's ho-how it sta-started- she started to weep.

Bob took her fragile frame in his arms and started to rock her back and forth, as if she was a baby.

-Shh... It's all right. Everything's gonna be okay- he soothed.

She took a few deep breaths.

-One d-day, he-he didn't ca-came b-back- she sobbed into his shirt. -The police f-found him t-two days la-later. He-he o-overdo-dosed- she cried even more. -My mu-mum hanged he-herself two years later. I-I li-lived at my-my aunt's ho-house, until I was ei-eighteen. I couldn't stay at that to-town anymore. I had t-to get a-away from there. And the fact th-that they were frie-friends and that it was Mike's fa-fault that Je-Jerry, tha-that's his name, be-became addicted too...

Bob just nodded and delicately kissed her on the top of her head. She looked up. Her face and eyes were red and she was a complete mess. Dylan did the only thing that felt right to him. He took her face in his hands and touched his lips to her swollen ones. She froze. She wasn't expecting that, but after a moment of hesitation, she started to kiss back. She felt a spark, that shot through her body, as fast as a lightning. She wrapped her arms around Bob. He picked her up a bit and pulled her on his lap. He ran his toungue across her bottom lip. She moaned softly and opened her mouth, to let his tongue slip in. Their tongues danced together, exploring each others mouth. Bob put his hands on her waist and pulled Corrina closer to him. She ran her hands through his curls.

   They pulled away after a while of intense kissing. They were both gasping for air, still sitting very close to each other. Corrina looked down, still feeling the heat from the kiss, overwhelming her body. Bob delicately stroked her cheek, to get her attention. She lifted her gaze and their eyes met.

-You're beautiful- he whispered. -I wanted to hold you like this, since that day we met. I know it was only two days ago, but... You're exceptional. I felt it when you looked at me for the very first time. There's something in your eyes that draws me to you. I can't stop thinking about you. When I'm alone, with my friends, surrounded by strangers. I can't eat, I can't sleep and when I finally fall into the arms of Morpheus, you're the one that appears in my dreams. Music used to be my refuge, but now when I play, or sing, you're on my lips and in my heart. Since that day in the shop, you own my soul and I'll gladly give to you the rest of me, till my days are over, if only that's what you want.

She sat there, quietly looking into his beautiful, crystal blue eyes, not knowing what to say. She'd never thought that she'd hear something like that. Not from a man. Not from a man she barely knew. Not from a man that made her shiver, whenever he touched her, or spoke. Not from a man who was clearly a poet. A poet who was so good with words.

-I'm sorry- he broke the silence between them. -I should've keep my mouth shut. I can take you back home or call a cab, if you want- he slid her off his lap and got up.

-Wait...- he heard a soft, quiet voice.

He turned around, only to be met by a pair of slender arms, sliding around his body and a thin, female figure, hugging him close. He instinctively wrapped his arms around the girl. She laid her head on his chest and said ''don't go anywhere". He only nodded, brought his face to her hair and breathed in the scent of a woman that turned his world upside down.

A/N: The picture is my idea of how Bob's early flat might look like. I drew it a while ago and as you can see, the rooms are not in scale (the hall is practically the size of the bedroom! xd). For those, who find it difficult to read my terrible handwriting, from the front door (look at the arrow below :**): hall, bedroom on the left, living room on the right, kitchen ahead, above the bedroom, there's bathroom and staircase and in beetween it and the kitchen, there's a place where people keep brooms (idk how it's called).

And I'm sorry this chapter is so short. I felt like it was time for me to leave it like that (and the 3rd one was pretty long ;P).

I'd also want you to have in mind, that I'm trying to make Bob Dylan a romantic, young boy, because he's like that in my mind (I know I'm failing miserably at this xd). I don't know, whether he was a romantic back then, or not. He said once ''I used to be quite romantic", right before playing ''Boots of Spanish Leather" (in 1963, I believe), but he's the one who knows the truth (and maybe his girlfriends, too).

So please, tell me what you think about the story and thanks for reading it and voting!

~Peace & Love~