A/N: Okay, so I haven't gotten any comments or votes and that's kind of depressing. Can you guys help me out? Regradless, thanks for the reads.

I raced into my empty house to get out of the cold and place the box onto the coffee table. I pressed the button on the answering machine and walked over to the refrigerator to find myself some munchies, but sadly Chelsea hadn’t stocked up and it looked like I was ordering Chinese food.

Beep- “Hey, Lexi, it’s Chelsea, sorry I didn’t go food shopping just get some money out of the jar and order something. I’m crashing a Cindy’s tonight so don’t worry about my food.”

Beep- “Chelsea, it’s Shaun the other night was fun. Maybe next time it’ll be better? Call me if you want to make plans. My number’s-,” I erased to message quickly. That dirt bag didn’t like Chelsea. He liked parts of Chelsea. She’d call him through. She liked to see the good in men, but would come home crying when I didn’t censor her pickings.

Beep- “It’s John I’m coming over at ten. Delete the message I just left you before you hear it.”

Beep- “Hey, it’s John. Lexi I’m coming over at ten. You should be home by then right? You get off at nine, so I’m assuming… Unless you went out, but then again you don’t go out. Whatever, if you’re not there I’m breaking in and deleting this message. I’d be like a ninja. Bahdahdahdahdaha Batman! Oh crap, what if you are home and get this message?”

Beep- “Lexi? It’s Dan I’ll pick you up at eight thirty on Saturday. The house is about thirty minutes from yours. We should get there at nine or so.”

Beep.

Huh, that was a first. I got more messages then Chelsea that weren’t work related. I grabbed the phone to order Chinese. I order twice as much than I normally would’ve; I wasn’t sure John had eaten, yet.  After changing into lose tank top and shorts I sat on the couch and waited. The doorbell finally rang and I sprinted in hope that it was my food.

I opened the door to find two men there. One was the Chinese food delivery man which I quickly tipped and paid. The other was John. He was holding a whole pizza. I promptly let him in because it was freezing and I wasn’t sure if his skinny body could handle that.

“Hey,” I smiled and locked the door behind him.

“Hey,” he said eyeing my Chinese food and pouted.

“Thank you for the pizza John. I’ll probably be living on it for the next week or so because Chelsea doesn’t go food shopping that often. She’s always running around with fast food or getting meals for free on dates. Either way I don’t get fed unless she cooks for me in the morning because she feels guilty.”

“Is that why you ordered so much Chinese?” he asked.

“Nope,” I popped the ‘p’ and grinned, “I order some for you too.”

“Thanks,” he beamed and took the Chinese food from me so I could put the pizza in the fridge. “Let’s eat upstairs. I hate eating down here if Chelsea’s not home.”

“Why?” he asked following me to my room, “Are you afraid to be home alone or something?”

“Not exactly, I just rather be upstairs in my own room, but when Chelsea’s home she… acts like Chelsea. She wants me to get out of the house or at least stop mopping in my room.”

I let the door to my room swing open and sat down on my bed. I motioned for John to come sit too by patting my hand on the spot next to me. He shut the door behind him as he walked toward the bed.

“Wow,” he said and plopped down next to me as I spread out the Chinese food, “Your room’s a lot neater then Chelsea’s. It also looks like the perfect place to have sex.”

I almost choked on my dumpling, but when I finally managed to swallow I exclaimed, “John!”

“Not you and me,” he sighed at my foolishness, “In general. You’ve got silk comforters and laced sheets. You can dim the lights. There’s even a three seat window with a branch to climb in through. Chelsea would never even know.”

“What’s your point?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“How many people have you had sex with?” he pried.

“That was so inappropriate,” I squealed.

“Sorry,” he shrugged, “I didn’t realize that was too personal.”

“Yeah,” I scoffed, “I’m beginning to realize you don’t have many personal boundaries.”

“Well, my dad is the owner of a strip club.”

“I could only imagine what it was like for you to grow up in a strip club,” I giggled.

“Actually, I didn’t,” he corrected, “I lived with my mom until I was about sixteen.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot that Sam had said something about that,” I spoke lowly and sounded incredibly apologetic.

“Lexi,” he chuckled, “It’s not that big of a deal. I still got to see my dad, just not every day. I saw him every weekend.”

“I can’t believe I hadn’t met you until Tuesday,” I thought out loud.

“I assumed you would’ve been an older woman. My dad talked about you like he’d known you for years.”

“Actually he’s known me for about two years. Chelsea started working there the minute she turned eighteen. I knew Sam because I’d had to drive her there and wait for her in the back until her shift was over. And when you’re a strip club owner and a seven teen year old girl is always sitting in the back of your place… you start to wonder what’s going on.”

“So how’d you actually start working for him?” John asked curiously.

“After a while I started helping your dad out a bit if he really needed something every once in a while. I was still waiting for Chelsea every day until half a year ago or so. When my… boyfriend? When my boyfriend broke up with me I was sitting and crying in the back of the strip club and your dad took me into his office because, really, what’s a bigger kill in a strip club than some girl crying in the back? Your dad was doing the best he could to cheer me up, but had a call waiting for him in his office. The minute he turned his back I started to work. It was the only way to stop thinking about him. It was killing me. When your dad came back to see all the work I had gotten done he hired me. And it’s been the way every day since,” I shrugged at how simple the story sounded.

“It was killing you?” he asked softly.

“Yeah, it killed me,” I whispered. I would’ve said it is killing me, but as far as I was concerned I was already dead.

“So,” he prolonged the silence and then pounced with the question, “So how many people have you slept with?”

“John,” I cracked up and eat more food in quiet giggles before I answered, “I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this, but none.”

“But none, what?” he asked

“I’ve never slept with anyone,” I repeated and began to feel insecure.

“None?” he blinked, “That… must’ve taken some restrain.”

“Restrain?” I laughed, “Not at all. Weren’t you paying attention? I don’t date.”

“Yeah, but you’re going out with that guy Saturday. Are you going to give it up then? Just because you go on a date doesn’t mean you have to sleep with someone and vice versa.”

“I suppose I could have slept with someone. I could sleep with any one at any time, as long as they wanted to sleep with me, but I don’t want to.”

“No one?”

He began to clear all of our empty Chinese food containers until there was nothing left on the bed. He searched the room with his eyes for a garbage container and I pointed to my bathroom. He threw it out quietly. Once he was sitting next to me again I answered.

“No one, yet,” I clarified, “I’ll sleep with someone eventually. I just haven’t found a person I want to sleep with.”

“What? You want the love of your life, the only man you’ll ever sleep with, to sprinkle rose pedals on a bed, light candles, and play music in the back ground for your first time?” he asked sarcastically.

“No,” I laughed, “That would be so uncomfortable. Everything would feel so forced. I just want to be with someone I love and who loves me. That’s all that counts. I’m not giving it up just because I’m horny.”

“Are you horny right now?” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“Ew,” I squealed and chucked my pillow at him.

“Oh, it’s on now,” he threw on pillow on the floor.

“Oh, someone save me from big, bad John,” I gushed sarcastically.

“You’ve done it now,” he warned and tickled me down onto the bed.

“Oh… My… Gosh… John!” I managed to squeeze out in between giggles.

“Say it!” he commanded and continued to tickle me.

“No,” I meant to state it proudly, but instead it came out in a gasp.

“Say it!”

“Never…”

“Say it, Lexi,” he said sweetly, but didn’t let up.

“Fine… John… you… are… Scary! Bah ha!” I laughed louder toward the end then leaned back onto the bed to catch my breath.

“That’s more like it,” he laughed and laid down with me.

“Oh, by the way, your dad gave me a box you wanted or something. It’s on the table downstairs.”

He nodded, “Did you look in it?”

“No.”

“Good,” he smiled.

I was going to ask what was in this box that was only for Sam’s and John’s eyes, but decided against it. I was just so tried. I was so tried that, before I knew it, I’d fallen asleep with John.

A/N: So nothing big happened. It's a pretty easy chapter not too much to think about. Sorry it's so short. Comment and vote!