HIDDEN (Hide Or Die)

Chapter 30

KYLE'S  P.O.V.

If someone had told me a few minutes ago that something good could come out from my hopelessly seemed situation with Andrew, I would have punched that idiot in the gut for being a collateral asshole; but here I was, walking hand in hand with him while he teased the hell out of me!

I'm not talking about the dragon that was currently in-between my legs clawing desperately at my jeans to be let loose while I was secretly pleading with it to disappear quickly this time around; No.

I'm talking about the fact that Andrew, yeah, the same guy who almost had an aneurysm a few hours ago when he realized who I truly was, the same guy who backed away from me out of fear and landed in the embrace of another guy which literally made me go insane. Andrew, the same person I thought would never be with me. That same boy was now holding me so close in front of his and my friends, without fear of them learning of our weird relationship.

Did I hit my head, have a concussion, die, and go to heaven?!

I'm not sure if it's even possible for a human, or in my case, a... mehn, I'm not even sure what I am! Anyway, as I was saying, to be redder than the color red itself, but I knew I was definitely close to achieving it.

I never imagined even in my wildest imaginations that Andrew could accept my abnormalities, our current situation, or even his sexuality so well, but from the way he looked at me, this appeared to be the case. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't complaining or anything; rather, I was freaking out inside from the amount of Joy that was literally threatening to burst out of my chest.

I didn't want to wake up from this fantastic dream, ever!

However, despite my excitement, I couldn't help but wonder: did he already know his sexual orientation before meeting me? Come to think of it, I only ever saw him with one girl, whom I sadly later discovered was his girlfriend, or did he just find out when he met me? And if the latter was the case, how in the world was he handling it so well?!

I had a lot of questions running through my head. I couldn't stop thinking crazy things like, "Did he break up with her?" Was he currently cheating on her with me? Oh my God, was I the other woman, or in my case, the other guy?

I couldn't shake the terrifying feeling that I was being punked, that Andrew was going to shout "gotcha!" at any moment and my happiness would be over; but I also knew that even if all my joys were to vanish in an instant, I was still going to stalk him to the ends of the earth.

Yeah, I know, I'm unrepentant.

For now, my confusing questions had to wait because I was currently way too happy and simultaneously scared to even think of asking or finding out their answers.

*****

"So, Matt, which path do we take?" Andrew inquired as soon as we got close enough to everyone else.

"Let me take a look..." Matthew took a phone from his back pocket and pressed a finger against one of its sides for a long time, receiving no response from the device, before turning back to us and declaring, as if we didn't already know, "phone's dead."

"Oh, you don't say?" Becky mocked and scuffed, and Matthew responded by giving her the evil eye.

Andrew burst out laughing when he saw his friend's annoyed expression, and Albert followed with a snicker.

"Come on, Matt, you know California better than any of us; can't you think of somewhere we could go?"

"Why are you asking me that question? That should be directed at her," Matt said, frowning as he pointed to Becky, and then, as if thinking of something unpleasant, he turned to look at me, "or maybe at your new BFF, "He murmured. When his gaze somehow wandered to Andrew and my entwined hands, he added--louder this time--with a clenched jaw, "My mistake, should I say lover?"