Different Year // Kyman

Part 3

Kyle ended up waking up before Eric the next morning, as he had work. Quickly brushing his hair, putting on his suit and making himself some coffee, he quickly scribbled out a note for Eric telling him to go shopping for groceries while Kyle was at work. He quickly finished his coffee and got into the car. Right before he could drive away, however, their next-door neighbour's eldest kid runs in front of his car and down the street to school. Kyle vaguely remembers that the boy's name is Billy. He quickly looks at the Smiths' house and sees Judy standing at the door, glaring at Kyle. He just rolled his eyes and drove away without giving her a second glance. 'Today is going to be a long-ass day.' kyle thought to himself, driving away to the law firm.

During this exchange, Eric was finally awake, looking out of the window at Kyle's retreating car, sighing. He saw the look that Judy gave to Kyle. She looked up and saw him, giving him a flirtatious smile and a wink. He just replied with flipping her off and closing the curtains, walking down the stairs in his boxers. "Fuck that bitch. Heh, what would her husband think if he knew she was trying to get the fag next door to sleep with her?" He asked himself with a small smirk on his face. He walked into the kitchen and made himself a coffee before sitting down at the living room table and flicking on the T.V. "How the fuck can these people live like it's the 50s? I'd die without my phone!" He groaned, picking the aforementioned item up off the coffee table and checking his texts. One from of his mother, one from Kenny and one from Stan. 

Sighing he opened his mother's text, reading it. "Hey, Hun! I hope you and Kyle have settled in well enough!" Just the same bullshit as always. 

He quickly closed the thread and opened Kenny's messages instead. "How's it going fatass? Is Kyle ok? He's been ignoring my messages. How's the new house? You like your new neighbours?" Eric snorted out a laugh at the thought of Kyle ignoring Kenny and quickly typed back. "Kyle's fine, don't get sand in your vagina. The house is ok. It's a bit small for what we're both used to though. The neighbours are assholes. This fucking chick keeps hitting on me even though she's married and it's really pissing Kyle off. It's pissing me off in all honesty. Her husband is openly homophobic and her daughter looks at us like we're freak shows while her son is clearly a fucking walking textbook closet case!" He quickly typed back, before closing the thread.

Clicking on Stan's message, his jaw dropped and a blush flooded his face. "I got you guys a house warming present dude. Better have that party fast 😂" Attached was a picture of a box full of sex toys. Eric hurriedly pressed the call button and waited. After about three rings Stan picked up, laughing his ass off. "What the fuck is wrong with you Dude!!?" Eric yelled down the receiver. Beeeep. 'The asshole cut off on me!' Eric thought to himself. He turned off the phone and slammed it down onto the sofa. He would have slammed it onto the glass coffee table, but he doesn't need Kyle shouting at him for breaking another table. Fucking hippie cunt. No No. That's not fair. They had talked about this in their marriage counselling sessions. Kyle just wanted what was best for him and it's not healthy to take everything out on him.

He sighed, standing up and walking to the kitchen, putting his now empty cup in the dishwasher and walking upstairs and into the bathroom. He turned on the spray to as hot as it could go and stripped out of his boxers, throwing them into the hamper, before stepping in. The scalding water instantly calming his nerves. Running a hand through his hair, he got lost in thought. 'Kyle could really do better huh? I'm just a fat tub of lard that doesn't deserve anything from anyone. Nevermind love from Kyle. It's selfish! Me staying around is just dragging him down-' He cut off the thought there. Instead, choosing to talk to himself. "No. I can't say that. I'm not dragging Kyle down. He deserves me just as much as I deserve him. He's made that pretty clear in the past. He wouldn't have married me if he didn't love me. I am NOT spiralling down this road again. Kyle shouldn't have to deal with me while I'm like this. I'm going to get better for his sake, as well as mine." He said firmly to himself, waiting until the water ran cold, before stepping out and drying himself and his hair off.

He walked into their room and pulled on some black jeans and a red hoodie with his pair of black and white converse,  before walking downstairs and grabbing his phone, wallet, and the shopping list. He quickly left the house and got into his car, about to reverse out of the driveway only to see that Judy was in the way, blocking his exit. She walked around to his driver's side door and he had no choice but to open the window. She instantly leaned against the car and pushed her cleavage up so that it would look 'alluring' to Eric. Before she could say anything, however, he quickly cut her off. "Look, Judy. I'm sure you're a nice lady and all, but we're both married and I'm gay as fuck. Now if you don't mind, I would like to go shopping for me and my husband." She pulled away with a hiss, almost as though she had been burnt and allowed him to drive away to the store.