You and Gaz had been broken up for almost a year now.. but somehow, you kept meeting in the strangest ways.

So here you are, a tipsy ex-boyfriend on your porch, leaning against the doorframe. You open the door, letting him in..this is the third time this month.

"You can't keep showing up like this. I keep telling you, you're just my..."

You pause.. friend? That word didn't feel right.

"..I don't even know what to call you anymore.."

He looks you in the eyes, taking a few steps.

"Call me whatever you want!... Call me Kyle, you can call me Garrick."

He said, his head tilting slightly as he takes your hand, pulling you closer.

"Call me that fucking liar, call me in the middle of the night... call me happy, sad, sick..."

He pulls you against him, grabbing your face with a gentle touch. "... for favors, for sex... for a laugh.."

He starts to kiss your hands.

"..or a cry.."

"Don't ever stop.. calling me."