He calls Kaitlyn.

He got his room ready, cleaned up even harder than he usually did, and then made sure nothing of his smelled anything remotely close to another girl. Looking at himself in the bathroom mirror, he slapped his face.

"Alright, Tyler. Let's do this."

He sat down on his couch and pulled his phone out. Saving the picture from Zoey and putting it in a separate, private folder, he then proceeded to delete their recent chats. "No mistakes." Afterwards, he pulled up Kaitlyn's number and called her.

*Click*

...Hey, babe.

Hey, Kait. So, do you wanna...you know. Come on over?

...Sheesh, isn't someone rush-y? *He heard her laugh.* Not even gonna ask me how my day was?

I already know someone is going to tell me all about it when they get here anyways. And I know how you get with all of your hand-waving and extrapolation. I don't wanna miss the shebang, you know?

...Fair, fair. How was your day? Didn't get snowed in last night, did we?

*His stomach dropped.* Erm, no. Made it home safe. Was actually able to close up early and leave.

...Hey, that reminds me, aren't you supposed to be at work right now? You opened, right?

*He put the call on mute.*

"Fuck!" He shouted at the top of his lungs.

'How could I be so fucking dumb??' He thought to himself. He slapped himself in the face.

*He unmuted the call.*

Yeah, Ethan decided to just not open at all today. I literally went over there and he shoo'd me away telling me he had it under control.

...Huh. Because I drove by earlier and it seemed like they were open.

*Mute.*

"FUCK!" He shouted even louder.

*Unmute.*

Well what the hell, Ethan? Does he just need to give someone else the hours?

...Probably. It's most likely going to Danny or something. Or Zoey. Hey, speaking of her-- I really do like her. She seems cool. You need friends -- why don't we see if her and her boyfriend ever wanna go out on a double date or something sometime?

*He felt like throwing up.*

Did you really just burn me so hard as to ask me to make friends with my co-workers?

...Well I mean...is she that bad?

No, she's fine. But definitely just a work friend.

...Well if you ever change your mind, I actually know Tom from a couple of classes. He told me his girlfriend's name was Zoey and when I asked where she worked, he said there. Really sweet guy. Reminds me of you, almost.

Probably not as cool.

...You're pushing it. *She laughed.* Anyways, I'll be over sometime after the sun sets. I wanna sleep over.

My favorite words.

...Love you. I'll text you when I'm on my way, okay?

Definitely. I love you too.

*Click.*

He sighed, tossing his phone somewhere onto his bed as he lay on it. 'Well,' He thought, putting his hands behind his head, 'might as well replay last night in my head to get me going.'

Hands touching, bodies together...he remembered lewdly about giving her six hickeys.

He sprung up off of his bed in absolute terror. "Oh, fuck me." Running to his bathroom, he checked the left side of his neck. In all of his preparation, he forgot one thing -- the hickey she gave him in return.

"FUCK!"