Vaguely based off Nick and Norah's infinite playlist (well at least the beginning is) Hope you enjoy!

Will's POV

"It was the best of times,

It was the worst of times."

~Charles Dickens, Tale of Two Cities

In coming! In coming! That's all my mind could proses as Jessamine Lovelace, my ex-girlfriend walked towards me. Our relationship did really end in a good way, actually I would compare the ending of our relationship to a car falling over a cliff and hitting every jagged rock on the way down, then exploding into a giant flaming ball of hell as it hit the ground.

I could feel myself having a small panic attack, I looked around, I looked to the seat next to me at the bar, a middle age man was sitting, definitely no help. Then I turned to my other side, a girl most likely around my age was sitting, and she looked bored out of her mind.

"Would you be my five minute girlfriend?" I asked her. Ok, I'll admit it, maybe not the most charming way to start off a conversation but I was in a terrible situation. She turned to me, on eyebrow raised.

"Well, Hello to you too," she replied in a dry voice before turning back away from me. I looked over my shoulder, Jessamine was quickly approaching, and it felt like an alarm was playing in my head.

"I'll give you anything," I could here the pathetic pleaded in my voice, say yes, say yes I prayed too this girl.

"Give me a ride home in ten minutes, and pay for my drink," she said, dryly, her grey eyes watched mine.

"Deal," I said, throwing money on the table for her drink.

"What is the point of this?" she said slipping from the barstool. She grabbed my hand, slipping her thin figures through mine, her hand was warm, our hand fit perfect together. Will focus, I thought to myself, you have more important thing then if this girl's hand fits perfectly with yours.

"I'm trying to make my ex envious," I replied, Jessamine was almost here; "the name is Will by the way."

"Tessa," she said, brushing a piece of brown hair from her face, she had pretty hair. My hand rapped around my face gently, then her lips pressed against mine.

At first my mind felt like static, like when you click on a channel, that's not really a channel on the television and it goes all crazy and grey. Then I kissed her back, her lips were soft, one of her hand was in my hair. I could do this all day. Sadly she pulled back, the room suddenly felt cold, I wanted to kiss her again.

"Will!" came a high-pitched voice in front of me, Jessamine; "how funny it is to see you here." No, actually it's not very funny; you gave me a freak'n panic attack.

"Hi Jessamine," I said back, putting as much of an I-really-couldn't-care-less-about-you tone into my voice.

"Who's this?" she asked, motioning to Tessa. I opened my mouth, putting on my lying face, but Tessa beat me to it.

"I'm Tessa, Will's girlfriend," A fake smile slipped onto her lips.

"Really?" Jessamine said with her I-am-really-not-happy-but-I-am-going-to-pretend-I- am voice, which I always found annoying. It was obvious that Tessa didn't like the voice either, by the dramatic roll of her eyes. Jessamine, gave a sticky sweet smile, I found it odd that at one point I had found that so attractive. "Where did you two meet?" she asked.

I looked at Tessa, she squeezed my hand, a little bit of panic flickered into her eyes.

"A coffee shop," I said, good save Will; "Tessa spilled coffee on me." I turned to her, she smiled at me, it was that smile you share with people that you share a secret with, and I felt myself smile back.

"I'm really clumsy."

At that Jessamine turned to look at Tessa, her lips were pursed, red lipstick covering them. When we used to kiss that red lipstick would get all over my face.

"I know you," Jessamine stated, hand placed on hips.

"I hope not," Tessa, mumbled under her breath, it took all my self-control not start laughing.

"I defiantly know you," Jessamine said; "You were at the party at the Lightwood house weren't you? About two weeks ago, you were dancing on the dining room table with only you're under garments on."

"Umm…" Tessa looked around awkwardly, her cheeks were red; "I don't exactly remember that, but then again I'm not going to say it didn't happen." I raised an eyebrow at Tessa, Wow. Dancing at the Lightwoods with only you're under garments on was quite an achievement. Also, who says under garments…its undies man.

"Actually," Tessa said, with a Jessamine sticky sweat smile; "I think I might know you too."

"Oh really?"

"Yes," Tessa said, a mischievous smile slipping onto her lips; "your that slut that keeps talking to me and my boyfriend, I really would like you to fuck off now." Jessamine's eyes got big, and her mouth opened into a little O shape. Oh god, I could feel a cat fight coming on, must escape before they claw each other's eyes out.

"Well Tessa look at the time," (I have no idea what time it is); "we should really be going." With that I tugged Tessa out of the bar, and possibly her from killing Jessamine Lovelace.

"What was that?" I asked, as we stood on the street, the cold wind rapped around us.

"She was bothering me."

"Yeah, I could see that," I said in my DUH voice, really did she think I was not present that whole conversation. I mean for goodness, I just saved her from a blood bath with my ex.

"Well, you don't have to be a jerk about it, I just saved you from most likely hooking up with that witch."

"I was not going to hook up with her."

"Yeah, sure," she said with a hint of sarcasm, ok maybe more then a hint, maybe like a bulldozer roll of sarcasm.

"You know your kind of a jerk, you know that," you are also kind of an amazing kisser, but I am not going to say that out loud cause then I will really embarrass myself.

"I haven't had a very good week," she said back, shivering.

"What, did you ruined your new pair of shoes?" ok, maybe that was cold of me.

She smirked; "actually I just got evicted from my apartment," that's shitty; "and my brother is trying to have me date his boss who had been hitting on me for like two years, and the only reason is that if I date my brother boss is so my brother can get away with doing no work." Holy crap, this chick has serious problems.

I came to the conclusion then that I had never really looked at her. Her dress was to small for one, not in that attractive way, but in a that-looks-really-unconformable way. She was pretty, her eyes were a stormy grey-blue and her hair was a shade of brown. She had a pretty face; her lips were small but full (probably one of the reasons she is such a good kisser.)

"Came to drink away your sorrows," I asked.

"Yes, though that's only a temporary solution."

"What's a permanent solution?"

She gave a sad smile; "leaving my brother to deal with his own sorry life, I could make it on my own."

"I have a feeling you wont." At that she gave a laugh; it was a cold laugh.

"No, I wont."

I smiled at her, she seemed like a good sister; he brother didn't deserve her. I wanted to fix her life, is that silly? I haven't even known her for five minutes, and I already getting an overwhelming feeling of protecting her.

"Do you wan that ride?"

"Yeah, thanks."

We walked to my car, it was an old car. No not vintage, just old. I believe for something to be vintage it had to be in good condition and at least 20 years old. So my scrapped 1990's FORD Taurus didn't make the cut.

"Nice car," she said, rounding to the passenger side.

"Classy isn't it?" I said a playful grin on my face, as I unlooked the car door. She slid in, as I did.

"You," she said placing a dramatic pause; "have a lot of books in your car." It was true; my car was filled with books. They scattered the floor, rested on the back seats.

"This is one of my favorite's," she said a book held in her thin fingers.

"Which is it," I didn't really need to ask though, I could tell that book anywhere. I knew that book like I knew the back of my hands. The book was like a piece of me, a terribly horrible part of me. What's with all this reflection? If Tessa is making me think this deeply I will have to throw her from my moving car.

"Tale of Two Cities, by Charles Dickens," she said back, though she wasn't looking at me. Her eyes were watching the book like it might fly away.

"Yes," I said stopping at a stop light; "poor Sydney."

She turned to me as the light flickered green; "I don't feel bad for Sydney, he was happy to die, she choose to die, Dickens makes that clear in the line 'It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.'"

"But he was so unhappy he didn't want to live, how can he not be seen as a depressed character?"

"But he loved," she said, I could feel her watching me; "how can you be a sad character when you have loved."

She's too smart. That's all I could think. And that's she's too pretty. And that she is too good of a kisser. And that he hands fit too perfectly into mine. Really she was too much of everything for me to handle right now.

"Will, where are you taking me?"

"The London Eye," I hadn't waited to listen for her to tell me an address. If I don't know where to go, I always head to the eye. You can find everything from they eye. "We might make the last run."

"I asked you to take me home," she said stubbornly, dropping the book and folding her arms over her chest.

"I'll take you home," I didn't want to seem like a kidnapper; "I just have a few things I wanted to do first."

Tessa let out a groan; "I'm really not in the mood for the grand tour of London." I smiled at her, shouting through a red light.

XXX

We made the last run of the night, at 9:20, we were the only passages I was truly surprised they even ran it. We sat on the bench, as the Ferris wheel lurched forward.

"I've never been on this before," Tessa whispered, looking out the window. I raised an eyebrow at her. What Londoner had never been on the London eye before?

"Really? Why not," I asked.

"I'm new the London."

"Really?" I said again, raising my eyebrows in surprise.

"I moved to London almost two years ago from New York," she gave a sad smile that made my heart hurt.

"I always wanted to go to New York," it was true, New York was an odd fascination of mine, though I wasn't entirely sure why. I often wondered if it was like the New York in the Great Gatsby, just modernized. Her rely to me was a silent nod, her face looking back out the window at the sparkling skyline, as we slowly rose.

They silence was peaceful, not some awkward pose, each person waiting for the other one to talk.

"I wasn't born in London either."

"Really?" she said, now she sounds like me.

"I lived in Wales before I moved to London when I was 12," I said, a sad smile on my face.

"Which do you like better?' she asked, her eyes watching me, in a way that almost made me blush.

Which do I like better? How could I truly decide, they were both my home in some way, yet I wasn't truly part of either.

"I think Wales will always be my childhood," I said, stopping; "but in a way London is my future." I sound like an old wise man, or like I was stuck in Victorian London, what was it about her that made me think like this. "You know what I mean," try to sound relatable.

"Yeah," she says looking out at the London sky.

I watch her, I know what the London sky looks like from here, and I have practically memorized what London looks like from up here. Though she concentrates looking out the window. She smiles as we go to the top of the Ferris wheel; I slowly slip my hand through hers. She turns to me, a slight smile on her face, as we slowly head down.

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