The next morning, I woke up with a pain in my shoulder, a stiff neck, chapped lips and goosebumps from a cold night. 

However, I also woke up under a bright blue sky, at an old playground, beside a very handsome boy.

I got up, stretching and crawling off the bed of the truck. Walking around the side, I grabbed my phone from the front seat to find eleven text messages and fourteen missed calls.

Two of the messages and ten of the calls were from Mark. I felt bad for not telling him beforehand that I'd be out all night.

The rest of my notifications were from Brent. I texted him, telling him to meet me at the playground around the corner from McDonald's. He said he'd be there in fifteen minutes. Then, I called Mark, making sure to walk away from where Calvin was sleeping, just in case our conversation woke him up.

"Andrew!" I flinched at the name. I felt like telling him that that name wasn't mine. It was not a gift, it was a burden. "Where are you? I don't hear from you all night, and then you call me out of no where? Brent didn't answer me either. Are the two of you okay?"

He called Brent? And Brent ignored it?

"We're fine. I'm sorry, we didn't have service. We went camping. I left you a note," I lied.

"Where?"

"On the window in the kitchen."

Good choice, Drew. He always opens that window. He'll just think it fell outside.

"Oh. It must've blew away. Just come home soon, okay? As soon as you can. And, answer me when I call you."

"Will do. Sorry, Mark."

"It's alright, son. I'll see you at home."

I shoved my phone in my pocket and turned around to find Calvin, sitting up and rubbing his eyes groggily.

"Hey. Good morning, Sleepy Beauty," I greeted him, taking in his messy hair and disheveled clothes for a sarcastic comment.

"Morning. Don't you look charming in day light."

I felt my cheeks heat up, and was suddenly guilty; Did he take my comment as flirting? I don't want to lead him on.

I decided to change the subject. "I have a friend coming in a few minutes to help me with the truck. Then, I can bring you home."

Calvin got off the truck bed and approached me. I thought he was going to say something, but instead he snatched my phone out of my hand, stuck his tongue out at me, and checked the time.

"Oh, crap. I've got to go."

"Go where?"

"I've got a ten o'clock class, and it is nine fifty five."

I sighed. I knew my careless night had to end sometime. I thought I'd at least have a little while in the car before I had to let it go.

"What high school has ten o'clock classes? And, how're you getting to yours?"

"I can run from here. I won't make it on time, but I won't be very late. And, I don't go to high school. I'm nineteen."

"Oh. Right." I pretended that I knew that before, but I didn't. In fact, I had no idea whatsoever that he was any older than me. I certainly didn't think he was younger, but he looked about seventeen.

He handed me back my phone and smiled at me.

"I had a lot of fun. We'll have to do it again sometime," He said, stepping toward me and pulling me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and held onto the one thing that made me feel free. I hadn't felt the way I did that night in a very long time, and I wanted to feel like it again.

"Yeah, definitely," I sighed. "I'm sorry again, Calvin. I--"

"Stop apologizing," He said, pulling back but placing a hand on my cheek. "As cute as you are when you worry, it's incredibly unbecoming."

I smirked and nodded, and just like that, he left.

And I stood in the cold and waited for my best friend to come start my truck.

...

Brent wasn't there in fifteen minutes, as promised. He was there in seven.

He pulled up and got out of his car at the speed of light, running toward me and tackling me in a hug.

"You better have a crazy good story for why your uncle called my cell and my land line last night looking for you," he said in my ear.

"Don't worry, I do."

We both pulled back, and he leaned against the side of my truck as he said, "On with it, then. What's the story?"

"Well, first of all, I need your help restarting my battery."

Brent raised a brow at me, before nodding and going over to his trunk to get out his jumper cables, which he always kept on him. I raised the hood of my truck and watched him, leaned against the side as he did. I wasn't as good with cars as Brent, so I let him do the work.

"Well?" He promoted. "Are you going to tell me the rest?"

I took a breath and smirked. "I was... on a date."

"A date? Hally was here?"

"Not exactly..."

Brent turned around to punch my shoulder, causing me to step back and growl, "Ow! What was that for?"

"You have one girlfriend you don't like, so don't go leading on a second one!"

Rubbing my arm, I said, "Who said I was with a girl?"

"You did! You said you were on a date, and unless you've graduated early or aged a year since the last time I saw you, you were with a girl."

I shrugged nonchalantly, even though my stomach was filled with butterflies. "Well, they're my rules. I can break them if I please."

His eyes suddenly widened to the size of saucers, and he leaped a foot in the ear.

"Yes!" He exclaimed. "Yes, yes, yes! Finally! Geez, took you long enough to finally take your best friends advice. Who's the guy?"

"You don't know him, he's a... college student."

Brents smile overtook his whole face. "Holy shit," he said, "Holy shit! You not only went on a date with a guy, you went on a date with a college guy and stayed out all night! Man, you've got a better love life than me."

I smirked at him, and decided to leave out the minor detail that I didn't like Calvin that way, no matter how hot and flirty he was.

Brent jumped my truck, while asking me hundreds of questions. I didn't mind, though. I quite liked having an actual love life, and not one born of lies.