Charlie was so frustrated that he almost threw his MacBook across the room.

"Whoa," said Becka, coming in with a fresh bottle of pinot grigio.

"He's not on Facebook. I've looked at every ‘Benjamin Finn' in Chicago. He's nowhere to be found."

"Well," Becka said, pouring them each a glass. "Maybe he doesn't have a Facebook profile."

"Please. What lame-o doesn't have a Facebook profile nowadays?"

"Focus, Charlie. Engagement party just days away."

"Right, sorry." Charlie sipped his wine.

"Brad wanted the let the record to show that he fought for you to be on his side too. You introduced us after all. But I won and now you get to shock all of my conservative relatives by being my Best Gay."

"Not sold on that. How about Gay of Honor?"

"Please. When have you ever done anything with honor?" That got a couch cushion thrown at her face. Hunter came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, still damp for the shower.

"Oh," Hunter said, spotting Becka. "Sorry, I didn't realize... "

"It's alright, I lived with Charlie too. I've seen worse." Hunter scampered sheepishly to his bedroom.

"Do I have to give a speech or anything?" asked Charlie.

"Yeah, but it'll be short and sweet. It's just the rehearsal dinner."

Hunter opened his door a crack. "Charlie, did my Cubs t-shirt get mixed in with your laundry?"

"Yeah, it's in my top drawer." Hunter ran to Charlie's room in just his boxers.

"Wow," said Becka, staring at Hunter's ass as he passed by. "Are you sure you're in such a rush to find this Ben guy? Looks like you really might need to give that another go."

"I'm letting it breathe," said Charlie. "Besides, he's going on a date."

"So, that's not like weird or anything?" Becka asked, refilling her wine glass.

"Not any weirder than me cyberstalking this intern that I'll probably never see again."

"Honestly, Charlie, between whatever's going on with Hunter and now this Ben, it's nice to just see you... "

"Stop.."

"... moving on."

The buzzer rang. Hunter bolted for his room, Cubs t-shirt in hand. Charlie buzzed this mystery guy up as Hunter finished getting ready. Hunter burst out of his room as someone knocked at the door, proudly wearing Cubs blue and red and a loose pair of jeans.

"How do I look?" he asked nervously.

"Great," said Charlie.

Hunter took a breath and opened the door. There stood Mike, smiling and handsome. Wearing the black and white colors of the White Sox. Without saying a word, they understood what this meant. They nodded at each other, shook hands like gentlemen, and Hunter closed the door.

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In other news, long-time BOYSTOWN supporter Jess Godwin, the misfit with soul, will be releasing a new EP! The release party is on November 2 at the Double Door! Visit her website for more info, including a free download of her new song "Be A Light," featured in today's chapter. Want more Jess? Check out her albums on iTunes!

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