No Talking, Nor Speaking

xxxix.

"Kyle, can you tell me a little bit more about yourself? I've known you for a while now, but I still don't fully feel like I know you."

Kyle looks at me, interested.

"Okay, on one condition."

"Shoot."

He chuckles.

I really like his chuckle.

"I will answer your questions, if you answer mine."

The corners of my mouth turn up a bit.

"Okay."

"Okay, ask away."

Now it's my turn to chuckle.

"What's your fondest moment of your life?"

"Mhmm, that's a good one. It would have to be when I was a little boy."

I furrow my eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when you're little you don't have any worries or problems. You don't think about the death of loved ones, or if you will be alive in the morning. You're just carefree."

He's right.

"Okay, your turn."

He thinks for a bit.

"Your favorite thing, place, and person?"

I have to think about this question for awhile.

"My favorite thing is raspberries. Wallflower Street is my favorite place, and my favorite person would have be...-"

"Ky."

I look at him with my sad gray eyes.

Kyle's just looking strait at the ground.

"It's clearly Ky, Jamie."

I clench my fists.

"It could possibly be you, Kyle."

He looks at me, with his challenging coffee brown eyes.

"Possibly. It could possibly be me."

I roll my eyes.

"What's your favorite thing to do?"

He looks confused and angered for a moment, but then it goes away and his eyes begin to turn cold.

He's going cold.

"Probably hanging out with you."

Before I can say anything, Kyle asks me another question.

"What's 3 things you don't like about yourself?"

I look at the floor with my now frigid posture.

I don't like this question.

"I'll tell you, on one condition."

"Shoot."

He's repeating what I said earlier.

He's really listening.

"You answer the question too."

He goes colder, I can tell by the way his jaw clenches.

"Okay."

"Okay. Mine would probably have to be my eyes, my body, and my lips."

His eyes try to bore into mine, but I still don't look up from the ground.

"And why is that?"

I let out a forced, fake chuckle.

"Oh no, you already had your turn to ask a question. Now it's your turn to answer."

Kyle sighs.

"Fine. I don't like my personality, my flaws, or my thoughts."

Before I can even turn my head to look at him, he's already asking me another question.

"Why don't you like those things about yourself?"

I finally look at him and our eyes bore into each others, for what feels like the longest time.

We're staring at each other with our pained, tired eyes.

"Probably the same reason you don't like your flaws, your personality, or your thoughts."

Kyle goes quiet.

He has no more questions.

We both have gone fully, cold.

I don't like being cold with Kyle.

I don't like it one bit, Ky.