Don't Hold Your Breath; Hater; Bounce; i hate you

     Kyle was on his back porch smoking a cigarette, browsing the internet on his parents laptop, doing nothing particularly useful or productive. It was twelve o' clock and he was the only one awake in his house. He was already in a (slightly) bad mood. Kyle will have random nights where he cannot sleep. (He thinks he has a mild case of insomnia, but he's not sure. He doesn't know why it happens.) Not that he is usually asleep by this hour, but he gets this strange feeling in his stomach whenever he is about to have a sleepless night, and tonight he feels it. So he planned on spending his time doing what he usually does: take a late night walk around the nieghborhood (while smoking a cigarette), sit on his back porch on the computer just to be disapointed that no one is online (while smoking a cigarette), go to bed (not while smoking a cigarette), realize he's not sleeping (not while smoking a cigarette), and repeat. Until the sun comes up, and he has to go to school or whatever he's doing the next day. Right now though, people are still online for him to talk to, so he's fine for right now, but the ritual can begin to feel like torture.
     While still doing nothing in particular, he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He got a text.

'Hey, what are you up to?' from Amaretto.

     Kyle's stomach felt sick. That horrible feeling that followed him around for days (but it felt like a lifetime). He felt like he was going to vomit, and his mood went from a feeling of slight discontentment, to that mixture of extreme sadness and anger he forgot about.

'Nothing. At home. I'm happy to hear from you.'

     Something in him really was happy to hear from him.

'Me too. I was afraid you wouldn't text back. Do you want to come over or something? i miss your face :)' from Amaretto.

     "He got rid of that gross, nasty slut," Kyle thought to himself. 

'Sure. I miss you too. I'm sorry about all the mean texts I sent you. It was childish of me.'

'i forgot all about those. i just miss you. Are you coming over?' from Amaretto.

'yes'

     Kyle got in his car. The sadness that vanished a couple of days ago all came back, but at the same time, he felt so fulfilled. Amaretto was finally paying attention to him again.

     He finally got to the Lays appartment complex. He drove in, and parked in front of appartment 3C. It was cold out, and Kyle could see his breath. He walked around to sit criss-cross on top of the back of his car, facing the appartment, like he always used to. He texted Amaretto, 'come outside'
     It wasn't long before Amaretto walked out of the appartment, walked over to the car, stood in front of Kyle, and rested his hands on Kyle's knees (just like he always used to), then he looked up into Kyle's face and smiled (just like he always used to). "How are you?" He asked (just like he always used to).
     Kyle smiled, even though he felt like he was going to cry. "I'm good," he said, "I should probably be asleep. I have class tomorrow."
     "Then you should have went to sleep," Amaretto said in a concerned voice, "We could have hung out later."
     "No, I wanted to tell you something."
     "What is it?" he asked.
     Kyle spat in his face. Kyle gave him a disgusted look and said, "I hate you. And I'm over you."
     Kyle drove home crying. He was slightly afraid Amaretto was gonna hit him, or get angry, but he didn't. He just stood there, with his eyes closed (probably to keep the spit from getting in his eyes). He lied. He really did hate him, but he wasn't over them. He felt like that encounter, even just that text set him back a few days. Kyle will get over him eventually.