A/N- I cannot express how amazing it was to come back after three years and read over 200 reviews on this story. My style has changed, my passion has not. I hope any who read this can simply accept it as closure. Much thanks and appreciation.

XX.

Twenty after nine. Rian was late. How long does it take to get from the Pizza Place to my apartment? Easy. Fifteen minutes—I go enough to know.

Before my annoyance could set in, however, there was a knock at the door followed by a creak of the long-since-oiled hinges. The scent of garlic appeared before Rian did and I smiled from my seat on the couch, my back to the door. "Hey," I greeted in my smug monosyllable. He actually came.

"Hey," he greeted, his grin audible. He set a pie on the counter and smirked as he shook his head. "It's cold in here," he noted.

I shrugged visibly from where I sat. Was it wrong of me to have left it cool? I like to snuggle and he knows it. His knowledge of that fact was the best part. Or perhaps the best part was that he had begun to take his own light coat off. That was pretty nice. He'd need to cuddle too, soon enough.

"You want the pizza?"

"I want a beer."

"A beer?" Rian cocked a brow at the suggestion, well aware beer was not something freely available in my apartment.

Finally I turn to look at him and damn I'm glad he's over. "A beer," I insist, biting my bottom lip just enough to make him cave.

"…I guess I could go get something." Rian looks hesitant to leave which is thrilling, so I let him onto the secret. "In the fridge." Don't ask how I got it, don't ask what I got, but I managed. Anger set in the moment I left Deli Boy.

Cole is an ass. There's no doubt. He pulled a 180 faster than I could follow it and that is not normal. Normally when guys lie to me, I know about it all along. They think they're hot shit leading me on telling me I'm everything they want while they've got no intention of sticking around, but honestly… I knew it all along. Shame on them for thinking little Keiji's naïve enough to believe their bull and not be one step ahead of them all along. I like being told what I want to hear—whether it's a lie or something mumbled in the heat of the moment. Who cares if it lasts—it's all about living in the moment.

"Keiji, I asked if you had a bottle opener." Rian looks like he's been talking to a brick wall for the past few minutes. I smile weakly. I suppose I forgot a few things.

"I know you too well," Rian says as he shakes his head and abandons the side of the couch to skillfully open the bottle on my counter. The crack and fizz don't even phase me as they most certainly damage my kitchen island.

"Don't forget the pizza," I say when Rian's hands are full to which he groans. "I asked you if you wanted—"

"I want both." I can have whatever I want now. Rian's in my apartment, somehow being relatively nice to me, and if I want him before the night's through, I'll have him.

Some things are meant to last, some things are meant to come to an end. Rian confuses me, but at least there's mystery there.

Cole's another league of mystery; he was never perfect for me and he'll never be perfect for me.

I need a bad boy, a guy who's not afraid to get in my pants and want out the next week, who will come back with cold pizza and want back in my life. I'm not looking for loyalty, honesty, love or a picture-perfect life. I'm looking for a good time and so long as things keep changing, I won't get bored.

The End