Days go by without hearing a word from Hunter, and I can't help but worry as to why that might be. I hope he's not mad at me, he didn't seem like he was. You never know, though. Especially considering that I don't know this guy from a hole in the wall. Or he could just be playing hard to get, waiting for me to call first. Whatever the case is, it's been a little too long for my liking.

I call him almost three weeks later on a Friday night, hoping he's around.

"Hello?" He answers in a casual tone, with loud, muffled noises in the background.

"Hey, what's going on?"

"Who's this?"

I smirk, "You don't have any caller ID on your phone?"

"No kidding. What's up?"

"Nothing really. I was just wondering what you've been up to, seeing if you've forgotten about me yet."

"Almost. Not quite." he says with a laugh, "I knew you'd call eventually."

I roll my eyes, feeling stupid for falling into his trick, "Yeah, I guess so. Are you doing anything tonight?"

"Sort of," he answers plainly, "I'm at a club, you should come down if you won't get too jealous."

"I'm all set with that, actually. Not because I'd get jealous, but because I don't see the point in hanging around and watching you trying to make me jealous. Just seems a little too high school for me."

"Oh, well then. Someone's just too good, huh?" he replies sarcastically.

I sigh, "Well, do what you're gonna do, I guess. You're welcome to come over tonight if you want. I'll be around so stop by whenever." I hang up before he has time to say anything else.

Liking Hunter is remarkably frustrating for me. He's a cool guy but at the same time, he's totally immature. He can't be that much younger than I am, and I feel like all he wants to do is play games. Which would be all fine and well, but I'm just totally over that phase myself. I don't want to have to beg or bend over backwards to get someone to be with me. If someone doesn't like me, than they don't like me and I move on. The problem with Hunter is I know that he obviously does, he just wants to string me along and screw with my head.

I wait around for a few hours before I turn in, giving up on the idea that he might stop by. I kinda thought that he would, but I guess he's too determined to have the upper hand in all of this. I go to bed heavyhearted, just trying to get him out of my head. You would think it would be easy when I have a million other things on my mind, but it's not. I lie awake in bed for easily an hour before I can actually fall asleep, having difficulty shutting my mind off.

I wake up around 3 A.M. to a loud knocking on my door. I nearly jump out of my skin as I nervously climb out of bed. I'm startled and confused as I pull on a bathrobe to go and see who it is. I peek through the small lens to see Hunter standing outside, casually running a hand through his hair. I open the door, flicking the lights on, "What the hell are you doing here?"

He gives me a confused look as he walks in, "What do you mean? You invited me to come over on the phone earlier..."

I sigh, sitting down on my bed, "Yeah, I know. But it's three in the morning. That offer expired when I gave up and went to bed."

He sits down next to me, "How am I supposed to know when you're going to sleep?"

"I don't know," I mutter, rubbing my eyes, "You can just assume that the average person doesn't stay up this late..."

"True, but I would say the average guy your age does on Fridays..." he says, eyebrows raised.

I shake my head, "Maybe, maybe not. But I guess I'm not the average guy. I am so ridiculously exhausted that when I get a chance to sleep at night, I take it. I don't think I've slept more than 10 hours all week..."

"Oh, yeah, right. Makes enough sense..." he replies casually, "I take it you want me to get lost, then?"

"You might as well stay now that you're already here. It took me forever to fall asleep earlier and I'm awake now..." I answer, lying down.

He lies down next to me, "Oh, well, sorry, I guess. What do you wanna do, then?"

"Nothing, to be honest."

He slides his arm around my waist and kisses me on the cheek, "I can think of a few things..."

I shake my head, "Not happening. Not tonight, anyway. You really need to work on your timing, you know."

"You are just way too stiff, man. And not in the good way." he adds with a wink.

I roll my eyes, "Yeah, maybe. Or maybe it's just that you're too loose. You need a balance."

He grins, "Maybe that's why we're so good together."

I pause for a moment, "Are you drunk?"

"No, not really. A little buzzed, that's about it."

"Fair enough, I guess. Do you wanna stay the night with me? I don't think you going back out is a very good idea right now." I offer, taking my bathrobe off and tossing it aside.

"Yeah, that sounds great," he mutters, kicking off his shoes, "It'd be better if I was getting some, but-"

"Oh, just shut up, dude. When you can come about it in a reasonable mannerism, you'll get plenty." I explain as I shut the lights off

"I'll hold you to that..." he replies with a grin as we crawl under the covers.

I turn over to face towards him, "Can we, um, can we talk?"

He nods, resting a hand on my side, "Yeah, of course."

I bite my lip, "I um, this is gonna sound like a stupid question, but..."

"But?"

I take a deep breath, "Do you like me? Like, legitimately like me? I've been confused for weeks and it's getting pretty exhausting."

"Yeah, yeah I do. I'm sorry if I've been confusing you, but to be fully honest, you've been confusing me a lot, too."

"I have? How?" I ask, surprised.

"Well, it's all just pretty confusing. I mean, this all started with a one stand. And then you act like you want me and hate me at the same time. Not to mention you're um, occupation doesn't exactly help anything..."

I sigh, "Wow, I guess I'm a lot more complicated than I thought..."

He nods, "Yeah, a bit..."

"Well, let me just be straight with you, then," I begin, snuggling up closer to him, "I like you. A lot. I don't want to play games with you, I just want the most normal relationship that a guy like me can get..."

He kisses me softly on the lips, "I didn't know you felt that way... I, um, wow..."

I turn over, making space between us, "Yeah. If you're not into that, it's totally fine. I just, I don't have the mental energy to run around in circles with you, as much fun as I'm sure it might be..."

He turns me back towards him, "No, that's fine. I really like you, too. I just wasn't expecting that from you, that's all. If you want a relationship, I think it's worth a try. I mean, I don't really date very much, but that doesn't mean I don't want to."

I smile a little bit, "I don't date all that much, either. But um, I'm so definitely down if you are. I'm really into you."

He grins, "Great. So, um, you wanna go on a date or something? Whatever stuff couples do..."

I can't help but laugh, "Yeah, okay. Sounds good." I lean in and kiss him on the lips. He opens his mouth, letting my tongue in. He wraps his arms around my waist. I reach up and put my hand on his face as I lick the inside rim of his lips. His tongue slides into my mouth and I wrestle mine with his, pushing my body closer. His hand drifts down to my butt as I put my leg up on him.

We lie there for a long time, playfully making out and cuddling until we eventually fall asleep, not allowing things to go any further than that.