Tyler's POV
"Oh my God... Dude, I'm so sorry. I...I don't know why the hell I did that..." I said as I pulled my face away from Michael's.
"It was just the heat of the moment, I got so excited, and I-" And as I said this, Michael leaned back in and repeated what I had just done to him. For the second time in the past thirty seconds, my best friend and I kissed.
As soon as he pulled back away, our eyes met for about two seconds, both of our expressions completely stoic, and I just broke down into loud, pathetic tears in his lap. I was so overwhelmed with so many different emotions, I didn't know any other way to handle it, so I just put my head in Michael's lap and cried, and cried, and cried... Michael's silence is really what made the pain the worst, because I didn't know how he felt. I would rather he ran out of the room screaming and cussing than sitting here in complete silence while staring at the wall with a blank expression. After an hour of sitting here like this, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Michael, say something." I begged.
"Michael..." Still no response.
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT MICHAEL BOHN I LOVE YOU. PLEASE SAY SOMETHING, ANYTHING. I just want closure..." I said with tears slowly rolling down my face.
Michael's POV
And there I sat in total silence in my own head after my best friend and I had kissed twice. My head was blank, totally blank, and I imagine my face showed exactly what was going on in my head, nothing but everything at the same time. So many thoughts were swarming and drowning each other out to the point that it all was just blank, totally blank. I can hear Tyler yelling something at me, telling me to talk to him, but I just can't find the words.
And then, I hear the words I've been waiting to hear since the day I met Tyler. He told me he loved me. It didn't happen the way I had dreamt it would, though. He said it with so much emotion behind his voice, but not the right emotion. He said it in a panic. His tone, his volume, his face, everything, it all added to the storm- no, total hurricane, that was going on in my head. At this point, my head was hurricane Katrina and the rest of me New Orleans. There's no stopping the inevitable, which is total terror and chaos, so I just let the storm have its way throughout my entire being. After a few seconds, I somehow managed to get out the words "I love you too, Tyler." very slowly. My expression just stayed completely blank as and after I made my reply to Tyler. My gaze still fixated on the wall ahead of me.
After I said that I loved him too, I felt Tyler put his face back in my lap, helplessly sobbing. It was one of those cries that hurts you, the witness, to even bear to listen to. And Lord, did it kill me that I couldn't help him. I would have cried with him if I wasn't still frozen in pure and utter shock.
Eventually, the sobbing subsided as the tears put Tyler to sleep, still in my lap. I somehow partially snapped back into reality to the point where I could move, so I laid out on the couch, careful not to wake Tyler. I laid him on top of me, his head on my chest, and I just laid there holding Tyler for hours, listening to his slow breath and feeling his heartbeat.
