You grip the slip of paper tightly in your hand and with the other type it into your phone.

*Hey Jameson! It's me, just wanted to say hi!*

"It's me"? So specific, you delete the whole thing and try again

*Good evenin'! Remember when you gave me your number from the swing club? Well, I lost it in my bag and only just found it! I haven't been ignoring you, just-* you delete the whole thing again

*Sup, JJ. How's it hangin homeslice?*

Absolutely not. You slip your phone into your pocket and head for your small apartment kitchenette. Once there you go to one of the cupboards near your microwave and look through your tea options. There's the classic herbals, some blends, fruits... you pluck a peach teabag from its box and close the pantry. Next to the small sink is a well loved mug with the visage of the one and only bob ross printed on it. You fill it a quarter full and set to work making your drink.

It takes a few moments, but at last you can enjoy your beverage just the way you like. Not too sweet, not too watery, just right.

You take your phone out again and sigh "Bob, what am I gonna do?" Just say hi. Come on, you chicken.

*Hey, Jameson! How's it goin?* you hit send, slap your phone face down and sip from your mug. What if he doesn't reply? Well, it wouldn't be too bad, it is kind of late any way- you hear a buzz and pick up your phone

*Hello! I'm doing well, thank you. I'm afraid I don't have this number saved, may I ask who this is?*

you choke on your tea. Dang it! This is what you were trying to avoid! You forgot to say who you are...

*Sorry! It's the person you met at the swing club* you reply

Jameson puzzles at his phone, waiting for this mystery person to reply. His brother, Jackie comes up behind him.

"What cha doin?" He asks

JJ taps one of his thumbs in the air 'Texting'

"Ooo, texting who? They aren't in your phone," Jackie leans over the back of the couch to spy on his brother's phone.

He scrunches his eyebrows and pulls away from his brother while shrugging 'I don't know!' Just then his phone dings and draws his attention. At the sight of their message his cheeks turn pink and he starts typing a reply.

"Ooh, I think you do know, pinky!" Jackie climbs over the back of the couch to sit by JJ. Jameson shoots him a look before hitting send

*Ah! In that case, how are you???*

"Come on, Spill the tea Jamie!" Jackie whines, trying to get his phone.

Jameson vigorously shakes his head 'NO! Not your business!' His phone dings

"Oh, it is now! Gimme!!" The two leap up, one chasing the other. There's no time to sign threats, the ultimate game of keep away is on, and he MUST win. He's too old to hide behind dear old dad, and Chase isn't here to back him up. Where can he go, where can he go?? They dash down the hall. BATHROOM! He throws himself into the small side room and slams the door closed

"OW! Come on, man!" And apparently into Jackie's nose. He clicks the lock in place and leans against the door, safe at last.

Now what was it they had replied..

*So far, so food

* *good

*darn autocorrect

You take another sip from your mug. It's half empty now, and hasn't helped with your nerves as much as you'd hoped. He hasn't replied yet. Maybe he's busy? Or maybe he forgot giving you his number...

- Sorry about that, I had to move to a different spot.

- Nosy siblings... I'm glad you are doing well!

You smile, wondering what antics hes gotten into.

*what happened?

- Aurgh. He wouldn't stop trying to look at my phone. It's like he's never heard of privacy!

*yikes XD

- Indeed, and now I'm trapped in the bathroom

*oh my gosh, double yikes.

- so what have you been doing recently

* well, I made myself some tea!* you swirl the small remainder in your mug.

- Really?? What kind?

* Peach with lots of milk and sugar

- that sounds good, I'm a classic black or mint man myself.

* you don't put anything in it?

- Nope, plain Jane I'm afraid ;)

* you mad man!* you grin at your shared antics. A tea buddy would be very nice

- I prefer eccentric, thank you!

Jameson sighs as Jackie thumps on the door for the umpteenth time. This is getting ridiculous. He thumps back on the door and looks back to his phone

* you mad man!*

He puffs his cheeks indignantly

- I prefer eccentric, thank you!

He hesitates a moment, slowly typing his next message, choosing his words carefully.

- I was thinking about going out to run some errands tomorrow, would you like to come?

Jameson hits send and pauses. It's quiet, too quiet... he slips his phone into his pocket and peeks his nose through a tiny crack in the door. The coast is clear. He tentatively steps out of the bathroom.

"ITS ABOUT TIME YOU GOT OUT OF THERE!" He nearly jumps out of his skin before flipping around just in time to see his older brother, Marvin, dash into the bathroom. So it wasn't Jackie... that's nice to know, I guess. He sighs and returns to his spot on the couch.

Jameson doesn't know why, but for some reason it's taking them forever to reply, at least it feels that way.

"So, I know you don't want to talk about it," JJ looks up, and scowls at Jackie before guarding his phone possessively. Jackie sighs in defeat "But can you blame me?!? My baby brother's found a little sweet heart!" He whines. Jameson stares a moment longer before tapping his thumb to his chest 'fine' he's never seen Jackie's eyes so bright as he flops down beside him. Please don't make me regret this he thinks to himself.

"So are they cute??" Jackie leans on his hands toward his brother.

Jameson nods, trying to keep his expression in control. It's not working well.

Jackie bounces lightly "OHMYGOSH how'd you meet?"

'Well...' JJ goes from one side of his body to the other with his pointer finger 'we met out dancing and....' He tells his brother the whole story. How lovely you were, and how embarrassing it was when he almost dropped you. And that he gave you his number... Now you haven't replied and he doesn't know what to do, or if he's done something wrong, or-

"Dude, chill out!" Jackie cuts off his rambling "let me see," Jameson hands him his phone and Jackie looks through your short message thread. "It doesn't look bad, you should be fine. Maybe their phone died. You'll be okay. In the mean time, lemme help you plan these "errands" that you need to run." Jackie gives him a little nudge, causing Jameson to bury his head in his hands in red faced embarrassment.