This story hasn't been updated in over 2 years, I was going to continue it and wrote this chapter. I still don't know whether to post it or not. If you are reading this, then you have either turned on my laptop and are reading this without my permission, or maybe you are reading it with my consent. However, if you are on the Internet and reading this, then it means I have posted it. I just don't want the time I spent typing this to be wasted.

This will be the last chapter of the story, because I am going to re-write it under a different title. This particular version will remain unfinished. Thank you reviewers who have reviewed it, look out for the re-write, it should be a lot different, but the same sort of concept. I just feel I can't go anywhere with this version… sometimes you have to know when to let go, and realise you can do better than holding on to something that is to heavy to hold on to.

Disclaimers: I don't own the PRNS characters, I wish I did, but unfortunately I don't… Oh yeah, the song quoted is Bon Jovi's 'Always.'

Dustin tried to sleep that night, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Katie, the way her hair blew in the wind, her eyes sparkled when they sat in front of open fires. Two years, and he thought he'd be over her, but that was not to be.

He blinked back tears as he stared up at the ceiling, and was slowly drifting off when he heard a knock on the door, "Come in," he called sleepily.

The door opened and a slither of light shone into his room, he reached over and snapped the light on blinding himself momentarily until his eyes adjusted and he saw Hunter standing before him. "Hey," the blonde guy greeted him.

Dustin smiled slightly, "What can I do for you?" he asked sitting up in his bed.

Hunter looked uncomfortable, "Can I sit?" he asked and waited for his friend to say he could before he sat on a newly cleaned chair. "I can't sleep," he confessed after a short pause.

Dustin nodded and waited for him to continue, when he didn't he proded, asking "Why not?"

Hunter waited a while before he answered, "I was thinking about you…" he replied.

Dustin sat up even straighter in his bed, not really sure if he'd heard his friend correctly, "You were thinking about me?" Hunter nodded, "Uhh, Why?… Are you trying to say…?"

Hunter cut him off, "No… I'm not trying to say anything. Well that at least," he paused struggling to find words that wouldn't complicated. In the end he just decided to just tell him his suspicions. "I came to see you earlier today, and…well… I saw you with Cam," he paused again going a little red, "Dustin, are you guys gay?"

Dustin stared at him for a long moment in disbelief, "You think we're gay?" he asked before he laughed, it was a welcome relief to laugh, he'd been so upset throughout the day laughing felt good. "You think we're gay," he said again. Then he stopped laughing suddenly as a thought crept into his mind, "Are you?" he suddenly asked, before adding, "Not that there's anything wrong with that, I mean it's you choice if you are…" he was babbling a little.

Hunter shook his head, "Course not, I like girls a lot!" he stated boldly, then laughed about how ridiculous the whole conversation was turning out. "So, what was up earlier, that's if you want to tell me that is," he said.

Dustin felt tears spring to his eyes again, he really didn't want to explain it all again, once that day was enough. He simply quoted a song he'd once heard, "Nothing but some feeling that this old dog kicked up."

Hunter nodded, he understood Dustin wasn't ready to tell him, at least not just yet anyway. He faked a yawn sensing maybe his friend wanted to be alone and get some sleep, "I'm shattered, I'd better get off," he got up and walked to the door, "Take care man, ok?"

Dustin nodded, "Goodnight," he said praying Hunter wouldn't detect he was close to tears again. As Hunter left the room, Dustin turned out the light and pulled the covers up to his neck. He was alone again in the darkness, and he cried himself to sleep.

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Hunter listened to his friend crying on the other side of the door, he'd have to ask Cam in the morning what was wrong, maybe they could do something.