We sat on my bed together for a while, trying to believe we'd just admitted that to each other. I moved to sit next to him, picking up a notebook. I started writing, and Hunter looked over my shoulder.

"What's that?" He asked. I looked over at him.

"Just something I've been working on for a while," I murmured, closing the book.

"Can I read it?" He asked. I shook my head, placing the book back where it was on my nightstand.

"Y'know," I started, "It's kind of weird, being in love with your best friend." He smiled at me.

"But is it bad? Being in love with me?" He asked. I shook my head.

"No." His cobalt blue eyes bore into my hazel ones.

"Are you sure?" I looked away and he smirked. I looked at him again.

"Absolutely. It's not bad being in love with you," I muttered. His smirk widened into a smile and I smiled at him.

"I'm going to miss going on missions," I said, changing the subject. He rolled his eyes.

"You're going to miss people calling you scum and then you killing them?"

"No. I'm going to miss going undercover as your girlfriend," I said. He sighed.

"How about we quit the undercover bit of it?" I looked at him.

"Are you asking me out, Hunt?" He nodded. I smiled wider and chuckled under my breath.

"Yes," I said. He smiled, pulling me to his chest in a hug. I snuggled my face into the crook of his neck, at peace.

After a while, Hunter shifted and I moved. He got up and walked to the door. I looked after him as he walked out. I didn't know where he was going. I lay down on the bed, thinking back to when I first met Hunter.

~~~~~*Flashback*~~~~~

I was six years old, sitting in the emergency room waiting room. I had my laptop next to me, but I doubted I would use it. I'd just gotten news that Mom and Dad had been hit by a drunk driver. They'd been rushed to the ER, along with the drunk, who had a blood alcohol level of 1.5. I gave into my laptop, opening Word. I then closed my laptop, grabbing my sketchbook. I opened it to a blank page and tapped my pencil on the page. I started out a rough sketch of a horse-one of my favorite things to draw-when a door opened.

"Raiyne Night?" I looked up to see a nurse waving me toward her. I swallowed, standing up and gathering my things. I followed to nurse to a room, where my parents' bodies lay. I stared at the bloody bodies for a while, not believing what I saw. I turned to the nurse, who nodded. My throat pinched closed and I swallowed thickly. I clenched my jaw, sliding down against the wall. No. No. This couldn't be- I glanced up at the heart-rate monitors. They were blank. I looked at anything else that would give some form of hope that they were alive. Nothing. I felt the nurse place her hand on my shoulder. I looked up at her.

~~~~-*timeskip*-~~~~

The next day, I was placed in the orphanage and my parents were placed in the morgue. I was allowed to keep everything I could fit in one suitcase. So I cheated and grabbed a huge suitcase. I placed my laptop, charger, sketchbook, pencils, colored pencils, and clothes in it. Essentials to me. The social worker took me to the orphanage, where I stood in front of a desk for a little while, trying to figure out where to go. I eventually chose to go in the room with other kids around my age. I sat in the corner with my sketchbook on my lap, sketching. But instead of my usual horses, I started a sketch of my parents' dead bodies. I glanced up occasionally, to see if anyone was approaching. I really hated social situations. I continued working on my sketch, halfway done with the picture when an older boy walked over and grabbed my sketchbook. I looked up at him in surprise. He had blond hair and ice blue eyes. I got up and held my hand out for my sketchbook. He laughed and held it out of reach.

"Hey, guys! Look at what noob over here drew!" A bunch of other boys gathered 'round him, looking through my sketchbook. The ringleader looked at me.

"Like ponies, Newbie?" I slid back down against the wall, pulling my knees up to my chest. He laughed.

"I'm going to take that as a yes, Newbie. Hey, guys! Newbie likes ponies!" The guys laughed again and I felt a tear making its way out of my eye. I buried my face in my arms. It was too much emotional baggage right now. I silently sobbed while the guy looked through my sketchbook. Then a new voice spoke up.

"Give her back her sketchbook, James," a new voice spoke up.

"Why should I listen to you, Line?" I peeked over my forearms. A boy, maybe a year older than me, stood three feet away from me, two feet away than James.

"Because I was just talking to Ms. Smith about a new kid." He gestured at me and I watched the situation unfold. James smirked.

"What'd she say 'bout Noob over there?" He jerked his chin towards me. I saw the new kid-Line- firm his jaw.

"James, you are the most insensitive person I've ever met. She lost her parents to a drunk driver just yesterday. Now give her back her sketchbook." James held it out to Line.

"Take it, Line. Give it to her yourself," James said, forcing it into Line's grip. He then walked away. Line walked over to me, sitting against the wall next to me.

"Hi," he said. I curled into a smaller ball.

"Are you Raiyne?" He asked. I nodded. He held out my sketchbook.

"My name's Hunter. Hunter Line. May I look through this?" I shrugged.

"Not very vocal, are you?" He in turn, kicked himself, muttering.

"Of course she's not going to be vocal. She just lost her parents," he muttered. I looked at him. He looked at me. I looked at the sketchbook, nodding. He got the hint and opened the book. He flipped through, eventually finding the page with my parents' dead bodies. I looked away, choking back a sob. Hunter pat my back and I flinched away from his touch. He closed the book, passing it to me.

"I'm really sorry," he said. I looked at him.

"I lost my own parents to a drunk driver. I know how it feels," he said. I felt tears streaming down my cheeks. I blinked, trying to get them away, but it didn't work. I rubbed my hoodie across my face to rid it of the tears.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry f-for th-this. I-I n-norm-mally ha-have m-my e-em-emotions u-under c-control," I said.

"It's okay. It's okay to cry every once in a while," he said. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"Thanks, Hunter," I said.

~~~~~*End Flashback*~~~~~

Hunter was snapping his fingers in my face. I sat up, looking at him.

"'Bout time, Rai." You ice cream was about to melt," he said. I smiled at him.

"Sorry, Hunt. I was thinking," I murmured, taking my bowl from him.

"Thinking about what?" He asked.

"When I first met you," I said, leaning against his side. He smiled at me.

"That's what I thought," he murmured. I smiled, eating my ice cream.