4 (1)-Promises

Garrett's pov

I think I've never done that much sexual activity in life but it was all worth it. I'm glad that I found him again and so soon too. I was scared I wouldn't see him again.

When I saw him at the gay bar I was so relieved but at the same time, I wasn't. He was with another boy. For a moment there I knew what Amanda meant by a playboy.

I don't know why but I felt this tinge of jealousy, I knew I couldn't help but snatch him. I knew he wasn't mine but I wanted him for myself. Selfish I know.

I haven't felt this feeling in a long time due to my nonexistent love life thanks to my ex.

I don't know if it's a good thing I feel jealous of such a sex-appealing guy. Is it wrong to have thought that first night I was all his?

Regardless, I couldn't let all my efforts to find him go to waste. But unfortunately, I saw a different side to him earlier. I thought he only acted that way with me but I was wrong.

Despite all of it, I shook off my shyness and approached him. I'm glad I did. At first, I didn't know why he was so reluctant to be with me but I think what made him fall to his knees was how I was dressed.

I'm glad I did. Like which guy resists that? Sex earlier was great with him. It only made me fall deeper in love with him. I really want to do it again. He makes me feel the pleasure I definitely missed having. I want to do an encore even if it's a one-night stand.

It's not for any reason that one-night stands aren't for me, I'm looking for love, a relationship to be honest.

Even if that's the case, I can't help but think about what's gonna happen afterwards. Will I see him again? I hope so yes.

Then, I remember that my dad said if he really wasn't screwing with me he'll do more than just sex. I know he didn't but...I just can't help but want more!

Those last two nights were the best sex I've had in my entire life!

Though, I really want to know who he is. I want more...If only I wasn't so shy I could make a move...Wait, that's it that's what I'll do! I can shake off my shyness like earlier!

The moment I think about questioning him, I realize he's slowly falling asleep.

"Don't fall asleep..." I insist eagerly and he groans.

"Why? You're hoping to go another round? I thought you can't do it anymore?" He says annoyed and appearing tired.

"No, it's not that..." 

"Then what? If it's nothing go to sleep." He says even more annoyed.

"What's your name?" There I said it.

He frowns appearing startled and a bit annoyed but he seems to be thinking. What is taking him so long to think? It's only his name?

"Why do you want to know that?" He says harshly.

"You already know my name," I say a bit vexed.

"Yeah...but it's not like it's important." What? Names aren't important? Since when?

"Why not?"

"Because...argh, stop pestering me with that!" He snaps frustrated and I flinch.

"But I only want to know your name..." I say convinced but thrown off by his behaviour.

"Why through? Why do you want to know that bad? It won't change anything."

"Yes, it will!" At this point, I feel like I want to cry. Why do I always get so emotional so fast?

"Hey, are you crying?" He asks appearing stupefied.

"You can see...?" I say agape.

"It may be dark but I can sense it."

"Oh..." How embarrassing he can tell I'm crying...

"Look...I didn't mean to make you cry. Will it really make you happy if I tell you my name?" He says uncomfortable and slightly frustrated.

"Yes..." I say a bit hopeful.

"You sure? It's pretty boring."

"Yes," I say certain.

"It's...Brandon..." He says awkwardly.

"It's your real name?" I say unconvinced even if I'm glad I got to make him tell me his name.

"Yes, it is..." He says appearing uneasy.

"I'll call you...Bran,"

"Bran?" He asks startled.

"Just like you call me Rett."

"Yeah...fine." He says nonchalantly.

He's ready to go back to sleep but I get this strong determined urge to not let him sleep. I'm scared I won't see him again. He might leave like last time.

I can't help but think about my past relationship and how it ended. I wasn't good enough for my ex but I surely want to be good enough for Brandon.

"Don't..."

"What now?" He says irritated. I ignore it and come closer to him and I try to cuddle him but he pushes me away.

"Seriously, what do you want? You have my name no? Isn't that enough for you?" He snaps irritated.

"No.."

"I don't get it. Why do you so desperately want to know things about me?" He asks annoyed.

"Because I want to get to know you," I say certain determined to get him to change his mind even if he seems annoyed.

"I thought you only wanted a good time." He says.

"No.."

"No? Argh...so annoying..." He complains.

"Annoying...?"

"Never mind that. If you don't want to have sex with me, get out then. I don't even know why you're still here." He says annoyed and even if his words hurt, my desperation to get anything to not lose him overrides it.

"No"

"What do you mean no? I don't want you here no more." He says annoyed

"But I want to be here," I say convinced.

"Then, why aren't you doing anything?" He asks confused.

"Because I don't want to do it right now."

"Then leave. No reason for you to sleep here if you don't want that."

"Are you kicking me out? It's midnight," I say appalled.

"Yes, I am." He says dead set but I'm determined to stay here, I'll do whatever it takes.

"I don't want to."

"Since when are you so stubborn?"

"Since now."

"Argh, what will it take for you to leave?" He whines frustrated.

"Your number..."

"My number...?" He asks surprised.

"Yes..."

"What for? You don't need my phone number." And he's back to his annoyed again.

"I want to see you again," I say certainly.

"Huh? Where is this coming from? We only had fun and you got to have your fun too. Unless you want to have some fun again then I don't see why you'd want that."

"It's that the only thing you think about?"

"What?" His face

"Do you only care about sex?"

"What no?" He says baffled.

"That's not what it seems like." 

"Wow...you're criticizing me on top of that. Get out of here, I don't you here no more." He says sharply baffled.

"I won't. It's too late besides I want your phone number."

"You're such a pain. Are you always like that? You weren't like that earlier." He sighs irritated and his words really are starting to get to me.

"And are you always so heartless?″ I say upset. That seems to surprise him.

"What? How can you say I'm heartless? You don't know me." He crosses his arms.

"Then, you don't get to criticize me either," I say vexed.

"Fine, I won't anymore." He surrenders and I release a breath of slight relief.

"Your phone number.."

"You haven't forgotten about that? Seriously?" He says annoyed.

"I still want it," I say determined.

"You won't budge till I give it to you am I right?"

"Yeah.."

"Get off of me." I decide to listen to him and distance myself from him.

"If I give you my phone number. Will you stop bothering me?" He won't kick me out for real, will he?

"Um.." Yeah, there's just no way I won't get to see him again even if he's proving to be quite a rude guy.

"I'm guessing you won't. You're planning to call me." He concludes appearing to be fed up.

"Um..yes.."

"Why Rett? Why? We had fun and now it's in the past. You don't need me no more."

"I need you."

"I've only known you for barely 24 hours. You can't know that."

"I know...but I want to see you again." I say convinced.

"For what? The same thing as tonight? Doesn't it get boring doing it with the same person?″ What? How can he say that?

"Do you even care about me?" I say baffled.

"What? Where is this coming from?"

"So, that is a yes..."

"Why are you even here in the first place?"

"You already know."

"What are you gaining out of this?"

"The opportunity to see you again." He seems slightly stunned to hear that.

"You want to see me again that bad?" He questions still appearing unconvinced.

"Yes"

"So, you liked it that much, huh?" Finally, his impish side is slightly back but I can't be embarrassed that I admitted to liking having sex with him a tad bit too much.

"Um..yes.." I say embarrassed but his cold self returns.

"Everyone does."

"What do you mean by that?" He silently cusses.

"Forget about what I just said."

"I don't get it..." I ask confused hoping it isn't what I'm thinking.

"What don't you understand?"

"Is this your kind of thing?"

"I mean sex is life." I don't like this answer...I fear what comes next.

"Are you a playboy..?"

Yet again he's completely baffled to hear that. He remains silent for a short while before finally answering.

"What makes you think that?"

"I saw you with that guy..."

"Yes and?"

"Well, I assumed..."

"You assumed I'm a fuck boy?"

"Well yes.." I hate admitting that.

"I guess it's not your thing. Do you have a problem with that?" He says annoyed.

My deepest fear came true. What do I do with the fact he's a playboy? I don't want him to be like that...

"N...No..." I lie even if I hate it.

"Sure you do, you're stuttering."

"Why are you..?" I get interrupted by him.

"Getting personal here so late?" He says annoyed but...he appears to be back to his teasing self.

"Yeah..."

"You can't understand. It's a youth thing."

"I was your age at some point and I wasn't a playboy."

"Figures. You're not the type to do that." He says nonchalantly.

"How old are you?"

"Does it matter?"

"I want to know..."

"Younger than you."

"I already know that, how old are you really?" I ask firmly and he seems to give in.

"In my early twenties." He says appearing indifferent.

"How early? Done with college?" Why won't he tell me his age?

"Enough with those questions." He sighs annoyed.

"But..."

"I know you're curious but we should go to sleep now. It's late."

"It's only midnight."

"Apparently, it's too late for you to leave so yes it's late." I fake a pout. I hope that'll make him give up on going to sleep.

"Aren't you sleepy?"

"A little."

"Then, go to bed."

"No...not until you give me your number."

"Stubborn..." He mumbles.

"I heard that."

"It's that gonna make you want to sleep?"

"Yes"

"Fine...I'll give it to you tomorrow." He says appearing fed up.

"No, now," I say firmly.

"Why?" At first, I'm hesitant to tell him why but I change my mind at the mere idea he's tricking me.

"Because you'll leave me all alone in the morning." I say more sad and that seems to make him consider my request.

"Argh, fine. Give me your phone." Wait, he's actually giving in?

I search for my phone and I give it to him. He takes my phone and he types his number. I watch him to make sure he does it.

"There it's there. Now are you happy now?"

"Very pleased."

"Glad to hear that. Now go to bed." He says firmly.

"Fine..."

I get in the bed and get closer to him. I try to cuddle him but he stops me yet again.

"No cuddles. I don't like it." How can he not like cuddles?! I'm disappointed to hear that.

"Impossible" He tries to distance himself from me but I don't let him.

"You weren't this clingy last time." Because I don't know if I'll see you again. I better use this to my full potential.

"Mm...let me..."

"Fine..."

I move a little and I cuddle him. Cuddling him...it must be a dream come true! He's finally letting me cuddle him. I'll never forget this! It feels so comforting to cuddle someone. Especially a guy like him!