AN: I know I know I shouldn't start new stories but I just had this idea and I couldn't help myself! Gahhh...

Anyway... I KNOW NOBODY REALLY READS AUTHOR'S NOTES, BUT PLEASE READ THIS ONE. IT'S KINDA IMPORTANT SO YOU DON'T GET CONFUSED. This story is sort of different. And I don't think anyone's ever written a story like this. In this story Sam and Charlie haven't met, like they're strangers. So it's an alternate universe. It's set in present time. And the characters might be OOC, you have been warned. And Charlie will be musical here, I may or may not be obsessed with him doing something musical...

Sam- college senior

Charlie- same (yay no age difference!)

So... Enjoy and review!

Sam's PoV:

I never knew a bad day at college could change my life the way it did. I was still upset at the professors and the mean girl in my year and my stupid boyfriend and all the pressure to start a life after studies.

I was walking and fuming along the streets of New York, when I got a text from my best friend, Mary Elizabeth-

Heyyyy, u ok? Heard u had a bad day. x

I replied- I'm ok. Goin to grab sum coffee. Caffeine always calms me down ;)

Lol okay. See u on Monday ;D. x

I put my phone in my pocket and - "AAHHH! DAMN IT!" I cursed as I slammed into some guy's rock hard body and we both fell down. I realised my eyes were still closed and I opened them. I was looking at the two most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They were blue, so blue...almost like the ocean. I looked at the rest of his face and I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach. He had a well chiseled jaw, and strong features, and messy black hair. I felt his hand on my lower back and suddenly became very conscious of our position. My left hand was on his chest and my right hand was on the concrete floor, very close to his neck.

I awkwardly coughed and stuttered, "Um, ahem...uh..." His his widened in realisation and he quickly removed his hand from my back and I got up.

I offered him a hand and he took it smiling at me gratefully.

He stood up and said, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking. Uh, are you okay?"

I smiled politely and said, "Don't worry about it, it's okay. I wasn't looking either. Sorry. I'm fine, but are you okay? Did you hurt your head? I mean, you fell down on concrete-"

He chuckled and said, "I'm alright, please don't worry. I'm fine."

I looked up at him and smiled. I figured it wouldn't hurt to introduce myself, "I'm Sam, by the way."

He smiled back shyly and said, "I'm Charlie."

I looked down and saw that we were still holding hands.

He saw me looking and said, "I'll let go of your hand now. Sorry." He released my hand and I found myself missing the warmth, and I mentally scolded myself for thinking that way when I had a boyfriend.

"Well, it was nice to meet you, Charlie. And I'm sorry for making you fall," I said.

"It was nice to meet you too, Sam. I'm sorry, too."

We smiled at each other and I walked past him. After a few minutes of walking and feeling like I was being followed, I looked back and saw Charlie walking a few feet from me.

I turned to look at him and said, "Why are you following me?"

"I'm not following you. I forgot my phone at Starbucks, I'm going to get it back," he said.

"Oh. You can walk with me," I offered. I still wasn't sure if he was lying or he actually forgot his phone. We kept walking in awkward silence, it was kind of suffocating.

I finally said, "Now that we are walking together, tell me about yourself."

He smiled at me and asked, "What do you want to know?"

"How old are you?"

"I turned twenty one last Christmas Eve, I'm a literature student at NYU," he said. He goes to NYU too? How come I never saw him?

"You go to NYU? I go there too, how come I've seen you? Do you go to the main campus?" (AN: I apologise for any inaccuracies. I don't really know how NYU works)

"Yeah I do. I've never seen you either. What year are you in?" He asked me.

"I'm a senior. I'm an MBA student," I said.

"Hmmm. That's funny. I'm a senior too," he said.

"Yeah it is," I agreed.

I asked, "What do you do to kill time?"

"Well... I read, I guess that's kind of obvious. I play guitar and piano, I sing, I write...again, I guess that's kind of obvious," he said, and I laughed. His shyness and awkwardness was cute.

"Oh, so you're the artsy kind of guy, huh?" I said and smirked.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. What about you?" he said.

"Well... I study, you have to study to kill time. MBA is tough. I read too, I listen to music, usually I just look around for new bands, they have the best music," I said.

"Yeah, I agree. So what are your favourite bands?" He asked.

"I like the oldies, the Beatles, the Smiths, David Bowie, those kind of guys. I think the Lumineers are great, and I love Imagine Dragons, Linkin Park, Coldplay, Adele, Green Day, Panic! At The Disco," I said. I hoped I hadn't gone overboard with listing all the bands I liked. I didn't think I did, because he looked interested.

"Wow, I love all of those guys. You have really good taste, Sam," he said.

"Thanks. So which ones are your favourite?" I asked.

"I love all the bands you just listed. Like, there is this one song by the Smiths, it's called Asleep. It's from Louder Than Bombs. It's a beautiful song, though sometimes people think it's depressing. And there's this amazing song by David Bowie, it's called Heroes. I listened to it for the first time in middle school, and it took me years to find the song. But this song was worth all the searching and looking around. It's enough to make you feel infinite," he said.

"I haven't heard those songs, but I'll check them out. What did you say at the end?" I asked, I didn't understand what he meant.

"That the song is enough to make you feel infinite," he said.

"What do you mean?" I asked. Charlie was a very nice person to talk to.

"I mean, it's like when you're going through the Fort Pitt Tunnel, have you seen the Fort Pitt Tunnel?" He asked, and I nodded.

"Great. So, it's like when you're going through that tunnel, with this one person, or even two or three people that you love the most in this world, and you had a first time, like your first kiss, or your first party, anything. And you're thinking about how special that moment was, and how you just want to keep reliving it, so it never ends, and you're thinking that somebody else was having a first time to something right in that moment. And you're listening to the radio. And as soon as you hit the tunnel, the signal fades and all the sound gets scooped up in a vacuum. And it's so quiet. And you're staring at this light at the end of the tunnel, and it seems so close, but you never seem to reach it. And when you finally give up and you think you'll never reach the light, you come right out of the tunnel and the music bursts out of the radio, and you think about how it seemed louder than before, and you look at the lights and the buildings and everything that makes you wonder, and you start to cry and laugh at the same time, because you realise that it is you living this moment, and you feel alive, you think that these moments will be stories someday, and you will be a mom or a dad, and your brothers and sisters will be aunts and uncles to your children. And you think that right now, these moments are not stories, this is happening. And in that moment, I swear, you are infinite."

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say to everything he just told me. But I did know that it was the best thing anyone had ever told me, and I would never forget it.

"Have you ever felt infinite?" I asked him in a quiet voice.

"Yes, it was right there in that tunnel," he said and smiled.

"That explains things," I said and he laughed. We kept walking in comfortable silence, and I started thinking about how good my mood had become just by talking to Charlie, and I smiled. Charlie stopped walking abruptly and started laughing.

I stopped and said, "What's funny?"

He calmed down and said, "We walked too far, almost a block away from Starbucks."

My eyes widened in surprise, had we gotten that engrossed in talking?

"Oh! That's...weird. I guess we just have more time to talk, then. But please pay attention," I said.

He laughed again and said, "I will."

We kept walking and talking, and Charlie made an exaggerated effort to keep his eyes on the path, and I shoved his shoulder.

We reached Starbucks and a cute girl from the counter came up to Charlie and said seductively, "Sir, I think you forgot your phone. Is this the one?" She batted her eyelids. Charlie didn't even seem to take notice.

"Oh right, that's the one. Thank you," he said emotionlessly. Apparently the girl was smart and took the hint, she gave me a death stare(which wasn't even scary) and walked away.

I came closer to him and whispered, "Charlie, that girl was totally hitting on you!"

Charlie said, "I noticed Sam. But thanks for telling me."

I flashed a thumbs up and said, "No problem!"

I ordered a green tea cream and asked Charlie, "Do you want anything?"

He smiled and said, "No, thank you."

We exited Starbucks and he walked me all the way to my apartment, even though I said I would be fine alone. I didn't tell him, but I really liked talking to him, and I was very happy that he insisted on walking with me. But the feelings were totally friendly, of course.

We reached my apartment building, and stood there looking at each other. I really didn't want to leave him, and he didn't look like he wanted to leave me either. I gave him a hug and we held each other for a couple of moments. I pulled back and kissed his cheek and said, "I had a great time today, Charlie."

"Me too, Sam. So... I'll see you around?" He said.

"Yeah, sure. Let's exchange numbers, I'll call you or you can call me and we'll hang out sometime," I said and we exchanged numbers. We stood there awkwardly for a few moments.

"Okay, then. Bye, Charlie. I'm really glad I bumped into you today," I said and smiled.

He grinned. "Me too, Sam. Bye," he said and kissed my cheek and left.

I walked up to my apartment, smiling to myself and thinking about how a stranger could change my mood like Charlie did. But with my luck, my good mood probably wouldn't last very long, and it didn't.

I walked into my apartment and found Craig, my boyfriend, sitting on the couch, looking pissed.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked as I threw my Starbucks cup in the trash can.

"I came to talk, but it seems like you're doing pretty okay on your own," he said coldly.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"Who was that guy downstairs? Why were you talking to him?" He asked angrily. I realised where he was going with this and my temper rose up.

"I met that guy today. I was going to get some coffee and we accidentally bumped into each other, and we picked up a conversation. He insisted on walking me home so I let him. I can to talk to other guys without anything romantic being involved, Craig. No need to get jealous," I snapped.

"I am not jealous. But why did he kiss you? And why did you kiss him? If you met him today, how were you so close?" He asked accusingly.

I glared at him and said, "It was on the cheeks, Craig. Were you spying on me?"

"No-n-no I wasn't," he stuttered.

I was getting really angry now. "Oh cut the crap. That's it, isn't it? You don't trust me. That's how low you'll go, Craig? Coming to my house and seeing if I had a guy in my bed, and when that didn't happen, you spy on me through the damn window!" I yelled.

One yelling contest later, I angrily told him to get out of my house and that it was over. He started pleading for forgiveness but I told him that I was fed up of our fights and arguments, and I saw no point in staying together, because there was no love left in our relationship. He told me to "fuck off" and walked out.

It was already past dinner time by the time we were done yelling at each other and breaking up. I wasn't hungry, so I decided to go over to Bob's.

Bob was an old friend, and he owned a club downtown. It was small, and not too many people went there, but those who did were always there to de-stress. Bob called amazing musicians to sing at his club, and good music and alcohol was just what I needed when I was upset or stressed.

I took a cab to his club, and my mind wandered to the strange boy I had met today. I guessed that's what I liked about him best, he was so unique and felt okay about it. My hormones said he wasn't too hard on the eyes either, but I told them to shut up. He probably had a beautiful girlfriend, and besides, I didn't think about him that way. I paid the driver and went in. It was more filled up than usual, that's probably because today was Friday. I told Bob to get me some vodka with cranberry juice. He gave me the drink and I played around with the straw. I froze when I heard a beautiful voice started singing after four bars of guitar.

I'm gonna pick up the pieces,

and build a lego house

when things go wrong we can knock it down

My three words have two meanings,

there's one thing on my mind

It's all for you

And it's dark in a cold December, but I've got ya to keep me warm

and if you're broken I'll mend ya and keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on now

I turned to look at the guy who was singing, and I gasped. The strange guy I met today was singing, and seemed to be looking straight at me as he kept singing.

I'm out of touch, I'm out of love

I'll pick you up when you're getting down

and out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now

I'm out of sight, I'm out of mind

I'll do it all for you in time

And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now

He sang the second verse and the chorus and the bridge, and soon I could hear loud applause from the crowd, and I joined in. He got off the stage and walked towards the bar, thanking people who complimented him on the way.

He took a seat next to me and said, "Hi."

"Hey," I replied. We were silent.

I said, "You're really good, Charlie."

"Thanks, Sam. Is this-" he pointed between us, "a freaky coincidence, fate pulling us together, or a stalker alert?" I laughed.

"Depends," I said.

"On what?" He asked.

"On how you look at it," I replied, and he smiled.

"You play here regularly?" I asked.

"No, it's a once in a while thing. Like, when sometimes when he can't find anyone new, or if I feel like. It's kind of a hobby," he said and shrugged.

I gulped down my second glass of cranberry juice and vodka, and I started feeling the alcohol set in.

"Is everything okay? You look a little low," he said.

I said, "Yeah, I'm fine. I broke up with my boyfriend an hour ago."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"No, it's okay. We weren't working out anyway. He didn't trust me, I didn't trust him, and there was no love in our relationship. So there was no point in hurting each other by staying together," I said and waved it off.

"That's really brave of you, you know," Charlie said quietly.

"Really?" I said, looking at him for the first time. Our faces were closer than I'd thought.

"Yeah, it is. Most people take break ups hard. But I kind of figured out when I met you, you're nothing like most people," he said.

"How?" I asked and grinned. He took a gulp of his second glass of whiskey.

"I don't know. You're just...different," he said as if I was the most intriguing being he had ever seen.

"Is that supposed to be a good thing?" I asked.

"It's the best thing about you," he whispered and his face inched closer and our noses touched, making me shiver a little. How was he doing this to me? I had only just met him today, and I didn't even know his last name. We kept talking, and without either of us realising it, our hands entwined with each other.

I looked at the time; it was almost two in the morning.

"I have to go, Charlie. It's really late," I said and picked up my stuff, detaching my hand from his in the process.

"Can I come with you? Like you said, it's really late, I want to make sure you get home safely," he said and got up with me. I nodded and we hailed a cab back to my apartment. We talked to each other the whole way, he told me that his parents lived in Pittsburgh, and he had an older sister and an older brother. I told him about my family, that my parents were divorced, and my mom married my stepdad giving me an awesome step-brother called Patrick.

We paid the driver and came out. We found ourselves standing exactly the way we were in the afternoon. I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek again, but this time he didn't let me go. He kept his arms around my waist and pulled me closer.

"Charlie, it's late, let me go," I said, trying to ignore how much I sounded like I was dating him. Not that I had any intentions to.

"I will if you promise to have lunch with me tomorrow," he said, and kept pulling me closer.

"Okay Charlie, now let go!" I said, though I made no effort to move or squirm out of his grasp. My arms stayed around his neck.

"Promise?" He said, pulling me again. I could feel his body against mine, and I noticed how close our faces were, and I noticed how my arms adjusted every time he pulled me closer to him.

"I, Sam Jameson, promise that I will have lunch with you," I said. He grinned and let me go. I walked away from him and stopped at the door. I looked back at Charlie, who was still standing there looking at me quizzically.

I went back to him and said, "I feel courageous."

And I put my arms around his neck and kissed him full on the lips. He was surprised at first but recovered and kissed me back. We held each other and kept kissing for god knows how long.

The strangest thing was, I didn't regret kissing the stranger one bit.

AN: so? How was it? I might leave it as a one shot, I might continue it...but idk at the moment. Tell me what you think!

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