As we approached Robin's brown Malibu Chevy truck, he shrugged his jacket over his shoulder seeming apparently fidgety. He admitted to me that the mental clinic had made him a tad bit uneasy, I could not agree more.

Robin also told me that he had to lie, saying he was my boyfriend in order for me to be able to leave the hospital with him properly. To think me and him were an item seemed foolish, because it was more than apparent he didn't swing that way-but I couldn't admit that to him, it might've stolen what he thought to be so comical about the scandal.

"So what are you in the taste for?" Robin looked over at me as he sped down the road, "I'm craving burgers." He proposes. His maroon painted fingernails tap gently across his steering wheel as he drove.

I might've been up for pickled eggs and ketchup fries if I didn't already feel so eager to get home. More than drowsy, I was tired and exhausted. Half regrettably adding fatigue to my list, as I seen Robin turn into the driveway of what I knew to be, Bellingham's most famous diner.

Before we could even get through the red painted doors, Robin went on and on; bragging about their blue berry pies and strawberry milkshakes. At the mention of shakes, I licked my lips beginning to desire a vanilla sundae to dive into.

Me and Robin chatted for a while, as we took a seat for a server to cater to us. When one hadn't came right away, we talked some more about the place he loved so much.

"It's nice in here." I say, grabbing a menu that was placed on the table.

Although it wasn't much, the diner was dimly lit with a pool table adjacent from where we were sitting. Soft music played on from the jute box, one of Elvis Presley's most popular 50s jams. In short, the diner was very nostalgic and neat. I couldn't help but to admire the guitar which hung dazzling from the ceiling with John Lennon's face imprinted on.

George Harrison was a way better musician for the Beatles, but that was just my unpopular opinion.

"Yeah, it is!" Robin chimed, "Me and my friends hang out here every night. Me and you are just waiting for Darcy." He smiles politely as a waitress scampers to our table on roller skates.

With a note book and slit of paper, the waitress turns toward Robin after placing straws on the table. "What can I get for you today Robin. The usual?" The waitress asks.

"You know me so well Mary, I'll take the bacon special." The Waitress Mary swoons at the mention of Robin using her actual name.

Robin must come here often, to flirt her up. Little does she knows, he bats for the other team.

"And for the new lady in town?" Mary finally turns to me, steadying her pen with a brighter smile.

Clearing my throat, I took one last look at the menu before curtly nodding. "I'll have what he's having except with no pickles. I also want a vanilla milk shake." I reply sheepishly.

I didn't really know what else to get, but surprisingly I trusted Robin's appetite.

Robin's jaw drops, "Woah Lilah, are you sure you can handle all that food?" Rolling my eyes at this, I snicker. "A girl has to eat to survive, Robin." Robin only chuckles, leaning back into his side of the booth.

For some reason my eyes just could not stray away from the pool table, as a couple of guys appeared to be in a mean game.

I blatantly stared at the men who drank beer, who also laughed arrogantly at each other. The fascination I had for a good game was unyielding, since my father use to play with some of his work buddies. Every Sunday night? Nothing but pool and sports playing on the television.

However, these guys in front of me were far more competitive, cracking jokes out of each other. "So tell me, Delilah. How did it happen?" Robbing my concentration, Robin pulled me back to the surface of our conversation.

I hadn't even realized my milkshake arrived along with his sweet tea. "How'd what happen?" I puzzled.

After drawing the tall glass of my milkshake closer, I sprinkled a grain of salt into my palm before tossing it into the glass.

"That's disgusting." Robin cringes.

I shrug, mixing the salt into vanilla chunks.

Robin squints his eyes at me, before reaching over to steal my cherry, I flick at his fingers angrily before he pops the cherry into his mouth.

"I mean, how did you fall into the pool the other night at the party." My attention flickered back to the group of men who continued their aggressive game, while they were now stealing glances toward Robin and I.

I shrug once again, not wanting to talk about the situation which enrolled me back into another asylum. In attempt to read Robin, I could tell he didn't think much of it, he probably thought I just winded up in the hospital for one night. "One too many drinks I guess," I replied dismissively.

"I actually can't remember anything of that night," I found myself admitting as I pondered more. "Only I had been sipping on maybe bourbon, when I felt suffocated. I needed room. The pool was there." I suckled on my straw, while Robin watched me with glazed over hazel pupils.

Robin nods after taking another sip of his tea, "Yeah I know how that can feel. I'd been too busy watching Titus that night, I should've been taking care of you." He says.

Immediately, I grab Robin's hand splayed on the table to stop his rambling. He might've apologized four times already,

"No Robin. You were having fun! You don't have to feel responsible for me." Beginning to scratch my neck, I looked around nervously. There was no one to ideally pin point, when it was me who mistakenly took a drunken dive.

"Besides that, someone saved me." I retorted lamely with intentions of settling his apparent guilt.

I didn't realize he might've felt burdened about what happened to me. That's probably why he's trying to spend so much time with me, he feels at fault. Not that he genuinely wanted to be friends...

Robin looks down, tracing his finger into the old woody table, before sending me a knowing look to which he sighs. "Right, you were indeed saved." Robin makes quotations of his fingers, emphasizing the word 'saved'.

Obviously he must've disagreed. It was written all over his face. Surprisingly, he chuckles more after taking ice cubes from his drink to enter into his mouth.

"Yeah the guy dives straight into a pool after a girl with no hesitation. Never seen him move so fast." Robin chaffed, although I could tell he tried to stifle his laughter.

"What's so funny about that?" By this point, my milkshake had vanished into my belly.

Robin smirks lowly, it was nice seeing a smile upturn on his lips. He had an infectious budding effect on me and I've only really known him for a day.

"What's funny is, the guy is a self preserved jackass. I mean, he's always occupied by some chick to preform miraculous acts like he had." Robin amused, making me cackle.

Robin made few comments about Silver's black swagger jacket and white tee shirt, Robin thinks he's cool but mostly he, and including everyone else was surprised by Silver's heroic deed. I couldn't confess my sly interest to know who Silver actually was, so I decided on asking, "So, what's his name?"

"What's whose name?" Robin leaned over into the table, probably shocked about my undisguised heed toward the man with silver eyes and the strength of a stallion.

Robin gruffly responds with true irritation unraveling, "You don't want to know his name." Taking an even longer strain from his beverage, "Usually when it's being said, a fight is about to break out." He adds.

Mary the waitress, reappears with two fat plates of burgers and fries in hand. She places them on the brown shiny table. The greasy scent is enough to make my stomach preform backflips. "Here are your meals. I apologize for the long wait." Mary voices sympathetically. "It's on the house."

After thanking her expeditiously, I ate a few potato fries while Mary was still standing outside of the booth beside me. "Wow these are good." I took a bigger bite out of my bacon burger. Mary smiles satisfied.

"Also, I was directed to invite the lady to the table over there in the corner." Mary teased wildly, pointing in the direction of the pool table where the boisterous men resided, "The guys wanted you to join their game." Instantaneously, I began to choke over tomato and yellow mustard.

At this, Mary leaves our table with me still choking and Robin chortling at my reaction.

"Damn they're looking over here, Lilah." Robin whispers, after patting my back. I couldn't even get a chance to clear my throat under their peering attentiveness. "You should go."

I looked over at the four guys who didn't spare much more time before they begun heading way into our direction, all sharing the same twinkling grins on their faces with perfect white teeth and uncombed, mic jagger like hair. Before they could even spew a syllable, just by the way they carried themselves you could tell they subconsciously thought they owned the place.

"Robin." The last male who stood in the back addresses my shiny companion, without even caring to look Robin's way.

Robin doesn't stray his gaze as a lightbulb went off in my head. The slight tint of pink developed on Robin's temerity as he blushed intensively. This must've been-

"Titus." Robin coaxes, appreciating that Titus is even speaking to him, me and Robin exchange crazed glances once Titus turned toward me. I trailed my eyes everywhere else but to this taller male who seemed to have towered over me. He was impossible to ignore none the less, because as soon as he opened his mouth, he had these perfectly straight white teeth.

And don't get me started on his eyes. Those damned eyes, the most vibrant shade of blue. His features were sharp down to his nose, he was a little too perfect. He might've been more attractive than me. I'm not the type to be attracted to perfect guys.

"What can I help you guys with?" Robin is the one to speak up first between us.

With irises the color of oceanic sapphires, the Matt Bomer look alike heavily chuckles a wholesome laugh. Titus bends down pressing his fingers into the table before countering, "You can't help us with anything." His eyes leave Robin to face me with a pointed finger, "We want her to play a game with us." Titus concedes slowly as he awaits my response.

"Why should I?" I ask with a single eyebrow cocked.

For whatever reason, I didn't like how he talked to Robin who I now know, he is acquainted with.

"Look, you've been staring at us all night. I just thought you wanted to indulge in a few games." Titus outstretches his hand with intentions of introducing himself, unaware his name was only mentioned a second ago, and a couple times in the car on the way here.

"I am Titus Lee, this is my friend Aslan," Blue eyes points to the dirty blonde guy dressed in a maroon shirt with a varsity team jacket displayed across his shoulder, who I now know is Aslan, nods as Titus continues down the line of his friends.

Aslan, the dirty blonde, flips a coin in between his fingers. His skin has an almost surreal yet ethereal glow. He was more slender than Titus. He was on the more tall and lanky side. His skin was so bright, seemingly he had stolen all the light in the simply lit room. He was just radiating and his stance alone looked like I couldn't touch him.

"With these last two being Wesley," The bullish male with a camouflage SnapBack cap on, carries a beer bottle closer toward his mouth, "and Marx."

Wesley didn't care to introduce himself. While Aslan goes in to shake my hand, Wesley walked off seemingly disinterested.

The last male Titus introduces, Marx, smiled at me viciously before shoving the glasses he'd worn further over his nose. He was probably the tallest one out of the group with grayish blue optics for eyes and slacks going down his pants leg. He, much like Wesley, had a blue and white baseball cap on, for me to assume he's on the team for Bellingham.

"Why won't you play with us," Marx takes a swig of his bottle, "Only for a little while." He begs.

I don't know what made them even want me to entertain them for tonight, but I would comply regardless only for two reasons. One, I was new here and open to making friends, and two, I was intrigued by the game of pool.

"I'll tell you what," I rose to my feet after turning to Robin for assurance, "I'm going to go over there to pick a song to play. When I'm finished I will join you guys." Unconvinced, Titus narrows his brows at me.

"To ensure you will. I'm going to give you something." Titus steals the coin from Aslan's hand, he reveals to me what is fifty cents, he hands it over to me with a mischievous gleam about himself.

"I just paid for your song. Find something good." I accept the two quarters, sliding them around in my fingers.

"Find something to set the mood." The dirty blonde Aslan says, appearing stoked to return back to their pool table.

I tap my thumb against the music box before flipping through many different genres of classics. Nothing of this recent age, everything good was solely from the 60s and I wasn't one to complain about The Rolling Stones.
Until I seen one I cherished the most from the golden age for music, composed in the early 50s.

I hummed before placing in one quarter, until suddenly I heard the slamming of the door echoing into the diner. The loud noise is ear shattering!

More than startled, my second quarter goes flying so easily out of my grasp. While hissing, I looked around the jute box to find what I needed to play the song I adored so much. After my search, I found it stuck between a crack in the floor to where I retrieve it before sliding it into the machine.

The sound of Paul Anka's, 'Put your Head on My shoulder.' Infiltrated the room, causing for me to sway my hips almost instantly to the silkiness of the melody. Unaware of the stares I was receiving, I didn't stop singing along to the lyrics until I felt a presence towering over my figure. I felt warm hands encircle my waist which is enough to pull me back into the moment.

After Snatching their hands away, I turn with my hair whipping in the air rather sharply. Once I can indulge the culprit fully, I am only held captivated by the height of this male and his hard as steel irises which pierce into me like saucers. Except for the right eye that was hazel, full with everything soft and sweet. So familiar yet so foreign. He looked to be fresh out of a James Dean movie.

"Hi." The words are coming from me.

He's staring at me.

From the glistening guitar hung up on the wall in all of its refined glory, to the themed diner table clothe, and even to the music playing, everything about the diner is so nostalgic..He could look anywhere else to the fine women busing tables but instead, silver and hazel is all that I can see. With his tall frame towering over my shorter one. This guy is looking.

At no one else, but me.

"Nice one." He points to the jute box in reference to Paul Anka, and that's all he bothers to say at me as if we're weirdly meeting for the first time. Technically we were meeting for the first time, since I am now sober and not out of oxygen to the point I couldn't speak. I mean I don't even know his name but I've seen more of him than anyone else, just by this very moment.

His existence alone is powerful enough to make me take three strides backward, creating even space between us. Something about this male was overbearing and I bet he knows it.

"Hi." I repeated, I went in to shake his hand, not really knowing what else to do. This specimen looked to be from heaven, who I subconsciously had named, Silver.

Too frozen, far too scared out of my mind, I didn't even realize Titus had neared me and Silver to clamp his hand down on Silver's shoulder, and if Silver wasn't so divine I'd say he got irritated. Just that quickly.

"Finally you decided to join us," Titus turned to me briefly before speaking to the guy who had saved my life the other night.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't show tonight." Silver doesn't share the same humor at Titus, as his frown began to deepen. They move from around me, advancing to the table again while I look around disheveled.

Paint me confused.

Why am I seeing this strange guy around every corner I turn? He ignores me as if he didn't just stumble inside the bar, gripping my waist in order to stabilize himself back on his feet, his hands were quiet meaty.

Why at the sight of him, did I want to barge outside of the diner and run very far away?

Silver looked across from where he promptly stood, sending chills down my spine before he blinks away.