"Okay, okay," Seth said as we calmed down from our fits of laughter. "Would you rather be a....stripper or a prostitute?" 

"You just had to ask me that," I rolled my eyes, throwing my pillow at him. He caught it and hugged it to his chest as he sat with his legs crossed at the end of my bed. "But...umm...I'd be a stripper. Because that way I wouldn't have to go home with anyone and get disemboweled by the next Jack the Ripper."

Seth winced like the thought hurt him. "Ouch. That would...suck. You know, I heard on Criminal Minds that you can live up to three days after getting disemboweled," he told me.

Making a face, I collapsed on my back on the bed. "Criminal Minds scares me. To think, that some of those people were normal at one point of their life. And then, that makes me wonder if anybody from school will end up as a serial killer," I said.

"Mmmm...maybe." Seth crawled up my bed and laid down next to me. We stared up at the ceiling where there were glow in the dark stars and planets and a moon. It just looked like a boring, mint green color in the light.

"Promise me you won't end up as a serial killer," I said, turning to look at him. 

Seth looked back at me. His eyes...they were so bright. A mix between green and brown. I shifted closer - his eyes had tiny golden flecks in it, too. It was gorgeous. "I promise."

I smiled at him before facing my ceiling again. "Would you rather...get killed by Robespierre or Vlad the Impaler?" I asked, asking the first thing that came to my mind. Which happened to be something including death, having been induced by Seth's mention of Criminal Minds.

"Are you kidding?" Seth rolled over onto his side. "That is a no brainer. "I'd rather get beheaded by the guillotine. It's quick. Getting impale...Ow!" 

Laughing, I picked up a pencil from my side table and poked him in the stomach. It was hard, making me bite my lip. I suddenly really wanted to remember the night we spent together. Remember all of it, not just bits and pieces. "That would be pretty painful."

"Yeah, it would...." Seth trailed off. He seemed lost in thought for a while and rested his head against his palm. Then it was like a light bulb went off in his head because his eyes lit up. "Okay, got one. Would you rather go out with Ben again or make-out with Bryan?"

My eyes popped open. "You did not just ask me that!" I sat up and hit him on the stomach. He 'oofed'. "I am not answering!" 

"You have to," he smirked at me, looking very pleased with himself. "I didn't forget you asking me if I would rather go out with Diana again or a hermaphrodite last week." He gave me a smug smile. "So answer."

I shuddered. "I'd rather make out with Bryan...I wouldn't risk dating Ben again."

"You'd make out with your own brother to get out of dating your ex?" he clarified.

"He's my step-brother," I contradicted.

"Same difference." Seth rolled his eyes before flipped onto his back again. "You're strange."

I smirked. "You're one to talk. You said you're rather date the hermaphrodite," I accused. 

"It's better than Diana," he laughed. I laughed along with him and revelled on how easy it was to be with him. I couldn't believe that I was so stupid enough to push him away before. Even though how we got to know each other was a little unorthodox. But I owed this, my new friendship, I owed everything to one person.

Thank you, Gabe.