"A New Music Teacher" David Bowie fanfiction. *ON HOLD AND UNDER SLIGHT EDITING*

Stay.

Stay.

David fumbles in his pockets, and eventually finds the keys to his apartment.
"I hate keys," he mumbles under his breath. "Too much effort attempting to find them. And my apartment is still a complete mess! Stuff everywhere!"

I snicker, then chuckle softly.

"In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
     "Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had."

David stares right at me and a smile appears on his lips.
"The Great Gatsby. I love that book. I read it a few years ago."

"I'm doing it in English right now. I really like it so far."
David fumbles with the keys in the lock and we are let into his apartment.
Wow. This is really nice.
There is a beautiful living room, with a flat screen TV, and DVD's stacked neatly on a shelf.
A large kitchen with a gorgeous mahogany table.
"Wow, David. You have a really beautiful place."

"Yeah, I like it a lot. I've lived here for about a year."

David shows me around the entire apartment and we finally settle on the couch in the living room.
After much debating about what we'd watch, David slots a DVD in, and it begins to play.
David slides him arm around me and I cuddle onto his chest.
Scenes from "The Notebook" are playing, and the more I focus on the TV, the more my eyes begin to droop. I'm exhausted.

My eyes open and I stare up at David, whom is trying with all he has to stop tears from falling. The movie had just finished.
"Was I asleep for long?"
"You were asleep for a while, actually."
Oh dear.
I take out my phone from my pocket and I see flashed on the screen, four missed calls from Helen!
Oh crap!
"I'm sorry, David. I have to go. My foster mom will kill me!"

David stares at me with his gorgeous eyes for a moment before responding.

"Wait, Julie. Stay the night. Do you want that?"

Should I? Do I want that?