So today, I went to hang out with my friends. Nothing worked out well until T, M, and A came. My other guy friend, J, was there, but he left early. T asked A and I who broke up with who. When A raised his hand, T called him a dumba**. When I said it was even, but A brought it up, T just shook his head and called A a dumba** again. Throughout the day, A was flirting. He stole my shoes and iPod, and we had a war where we threw grass on each other. Also, he stood and sat close to me the whole time. When he had to go find T and M, he wasn't sure he'd be back, so he asked for a goodbye hug. Even though we're still friends, I'm pretty sure you don't hug your ex the first time you hang out after the breakup. (The reason A had to go find M and T is kind of a long story. M and T were on the roof of the school we were hanging out at, trying to find a door to get into a room. M found a door, and he checked if it was locked. It wasn't locked, and he ended up opening the door and setting off an alarm. T said he heard an alarm go off, and began wondering where M was. He found M when he heard footsteps running. A and I look up to see T and M diving off the roof, trying to get away as fast as they can. We all ran once M and T caught up. I didn't run since I was wearing flip-flops and I felt we didn't have to run, and A kept behind and walked with me. When we went back to the school, only A was there while T had to go home and M was changing out of his bright blue shirt in case anybody saw us and recognized him by his shirt.) Anyways, A asked for a goodbye hug since he wasn't sure he was coming back. It ended up being A, M, my friend who is a girl that I'll call C, and I hanging out for the last hour and a half. When I had to go, C came with me to walk me home. I hugged M and A goodbye. For both of them, I was the one to pull away. M gives good, long hugs. I only think of him as a brother, but I still enjoy his hugs. My hug with M lasted a few seconds, but I could tell he wanted it to be longer because he didn't let go right away. With my hug with A, he was less reluctant, but A usually doesn't give long hugs. Anyways, A ended up walking me (and C) home, where he got another hug and I told Jim about how my mom said he seemed really nice and cute. I'm not sure how he took it; I guess the usual confused-happy way he does everything. As I was talking with C, she was convinced A still has feelings for me. I was texting D later on, and even she agrees A still likes me. We'll see how things go from here.