In Sync

Chapter 7

The next 3 days were spent texting Hunter.

And yes, before you ask, I put my phone down to be with my family on Christmas. I'm not a terrible person.

We spent our time talking about anything and everything. We talked about our families and how hectic it was around holidays. We talked about small things like our favorite colors -his is blue- and things that get on our nerves -fake friends-. We also talked about our favorite band, which, as it seemed, was Fall Out Boy for the both of us.

I have exactly 1 week left of holidays, and it felt like I hadn't done anything, but at the same time, I'd done everything.

Are you home?

I read over Hunter's text and replied.

Yes I am...why?

Open your balcony door.

I get up from my spot on my bed and open the balcony door. There, standing in a white t-shirt and dark jeans was Hunter. He stood with his hands behind his back, a wide grin on his face.

I step out cautiously, the cold air making me shiver slightly. "What's up?"

Hunter moves his hands from behind his back and reveals a little box, wrapped in red and green wrapping paper.

I gasp and put a hand to my mouth. "You didn't."

"I did." He smiles and places the box in my hand.

"But," I look down at the snow on the balcony. "I didn't get you anything." I hit him lightly on the arm. "Now I feel like an idiot."

"It's cool. I didn't really want anything anyways." He gestures at the box in my hands. "Open it."

I carefully unwrap the box the reveal a ticket. I stare at it for awhile before I realize what it is.

"You got me a ticket to see Fall Out Boy?" I'm sort of in shock, but at the same time, extremely giddy.

Hunter scratches the back of his neck and smiles sheepishly. "Technically I didn't buy it, my parents did. They got me a pair of tickets for Christmas."

He wants to take me?

"Wait, but what about Zeke? Why isn't he going with you?" It seems odd that he wouldn't have picked his best friend to go with.

"Nah," He says, leaning back on the closed door behind him. "He's taking his girl to see Panic! at the Disco, so he should be fine." He crosses his arms in front of him. "Besides, I'd much rather take you."

"I'm so excited!" I can barely keep the grin off my face. "I could hug you right now," I say. My eyes widen slightly when the words come out of my mouth.

"Well," Hunter says standing up straight. His voice is light, teasing. "I wouldn't mind a hug." He spreads his arms open and walks toward me.

Slowly, I make my way towards him and he wraps his arms around me, squeezing me slightly. He rests his chin on the top of my head, and after a couple seconds, lets go and takes a step back.

Hunter stares at me for a second, seeming concentrated on something on my face. I stare at him too. I stare at his messy brown hair, and the way the sun reflects off his eyes, which look like the ocean on a warm summer day.

I look at the way he's standing, leaning back again with his arms crossed. His shirt is tight and pulls against him muscles. His face shows little emotion, but I can tell he is deep in thought.

After a moment, he shakes his head. "Do you want to come over?"

"Sure," I say, turning around and wrapping my hand around the door handle. I place the ticket back in the box and put it in my sweater pocket. "I'll be over in a second."