Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

House of Memories- Kyle Spencer (Post Death)

I had to walk past his house again today. I tried to hold back my tears as I walked down his street. I was prepared this time at least. I had picked up a couple of flowers from my garden, a picture, and a teddy bear from off my bed. It was hard to let the plushie go, but letting him go was harder.

I walked down the road, reading the last names on each mailbox.

DuBois, Anniston, Morgan...Spencer

I choked up a little as I read his name. I had never lost anyone this important to me. Kyle Spencer was my lifeline. My biggest supporter. My best friend. I wouldn't even be alive if it wasn't for him, so why was I the one still standing while he had left? Tears streamed down my face as I stood there in front of his lawn. I know the ongoing drivers probably thought I looked crazy.

This had become a daily thing for me, walking down this road to stand out here and cry. Usually, until Kyle's mother came out and saw me, I'd leave as soon as she saw me. I hated that woman as much as she hated me, but if she wasn't home, I'd spend half a day crying in his driveway.

As I sat down with the flowers and teddy bear, I could hear the front door opening. I sighed.

"Hey, Ms. Spencer," I greeted as I looked up only to be met by someone else.

A really pretty girl walked toward me. I'd never seen her before. Maybe she was a cousin I'd never met before. I tried wiping my tears away before she could see them.

"Oh, you're not Ms. Spencer," I sniffled, "Sorry, I didn't think anyone else lived here."

"No, you're fine. I'm just visiting," She started, "I live at Miss Robichaux's Academy."

"Oh cool," I heaved, "I hear a lot of weird shit goes on down there."

"Oh, you wouldn't believe it," the girl laughed as she stuck her hand out, "I'm Zoe, by the way."

I grabbed her hand and shook it, "Y/n."

As she let go of my hand, I noticed her look down at the shrine that I placed.

"How'd you know Kyle," Zoe questioned.

"I knew him since elementary school," I began, "He was my best friend. My date to Prom. My first kiss, yet I never got to chance to truly tell him how much he meant to me."

Zoe looked back up at me.

"I've had the biggest crush on him since we were little," I confided to her, " I felt like I wasn't good enough and never told anyone, but now he's gone and I never will. He was the most amazing guy: smart, funny, and hardworking, and he always fought for what was right."

"I believe it," she smiled, "He died trying to defend my friend."

"Sounds like something he'd do," I sniffled, "Wait so you were there?"

"I watched the bus flip," she sighed, "I had just met him that night, if there was a way I could've at least gotten him off of that bus. Believe me, I would."

We both stood there in silence for a while.

"I like your necklace," she blurted out.

I looked down at the pentacle that I was wearing.

"Thanks," I grinned, "It was my grandmother's, she swore to me that if I wore it I would forever be protected."

"Like protected by a spell," Zoe questioned.

"I don't know," I shrugged, "She was a little odd and swore she was a witch. I wish she was though, then I could use my witch powers to bring him back. "