Thin Line

17. You'll see

The way down was way less deadly than the way up. This was largely due to the fact that Hunter went down first, then I tried to imitate his actions after. Even then, I'd slip or miss a step, which would result in him muttering under his breath about how incompetent I was before holding me up or steadying me.

Also, I couldn't stop thinking about sleeping so closely next to him in the tent at night. When we finally arrived down, we saw that Luke was sprawled out in the tent, taking up more than half of the space. Hunter decided he was going to sleep in the car. I'm still not sure if I was relieved about that or angry. Either way, I snatched the blanket from Luke and pushed him onto one side.

The next morning was a lot more awkward than I anticipated it to be. I woke up wondering if last nights events were a dream or if they actually happened. Then, as soon as I exited the tent and saw Hunter, the surface of my stomach became warm and fuzzy. It stayed that way for longer than I would've liked it to.

Hunter had also gone right back to being his usual self. He was ignoring me the same amount as before, and giving me the same blunt, smartarse replies. I tried my hardest to act normal around him, like I hadn't just fallen in love with him ten times over in the span of a few hours, but I was finding it a bit difficult to do.

It was going well until Luke decided to open his big fat mouth.

He cocked his head on a side and looked at me with squinty eyes, "You seem weird today."

"Shut up. You're weird." I muttered, low enough for Hunter not to hear me. Currently, he had gone off to the side and was engrossed in a intense conversation on the phone. Luke probably knew who he was talking to but I never asked.

"Nah seriously, you seem off today." He pressed, looking at me intrigued. Almost like he was trying hard to solve a riddle.

"And I'm not off most days or?" I joked, trying to get him to drop the topic.

"Look, you're not like most girls."

I opened my mouth to protest. That one wretched sentence, as if being like other girls was insulting. He bet me to it, though.

"Wait no, I take that back. Apparently that's an offensive thing to say now. Let me try again. Usually you're way more chill, like people look at us and think we don't give a fuck about anything but I think that applies to you more."

I tried not to laugh at his poor attempt at analysing me. How little he knew.

"So what are you trying to say? I look like I care today?" I mocked him.

"Well... yeah."

I looked over my shoulder at Hunter once more. His expression hadn't changed at all. He was in defensive mode, brows furrowed, a frown plastered, the works. This time I couldn't help but wonder who he was talking to, who was getting him so worked up.

"Ah ha! that's probably it. Trouble in paradise?" Luke smirked, knowing he had it figured out. I wanted to tell him he was completely wrong but honestly, I wanted to talk to someone about it.

"I kissed him last night." I blurted our, trying to make it sound as casual as possible. His reaction was no less than what I had anticipated.

He started laughing. But it wasn't a judgemental laugh, more of a 'about time' laugh.

"Shit, can't believe he finally kissed you."

I shook my head, "I kissed him." I corrected.

"No way?" He looked at me questiongly, refusing to believe it.

I nodded slowly and seriously to show him I wasn't joking. I didn't think it would've been much of a big deal on who kissed who. Maybe it would've just sounded better to make it look like he kissed me. It would've made me look a lot less desperate.