CHAPTER ELEVEN

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Tokien's POV:

The movie eventually comes to an end, and I look over at Kyle. He looks back and smiles, though it looks forced. I miss when we would have dates like these. Kyle just doesn't seem the same as he used to.

We walk out of the theatre together, and get to the car. I open the car door for him, then get in myself.

"I- really enjoyed today," Kyle spoke quietly as I got settled in my seat.

"You don't have to lie to me." My words came out a bit more frustrated than I wanted them to, but it was true. I knew he didn't really enjoy it that much.

"What?" He questioned after a few seconds of silence.

"I'm sorry, Kyle, but you seem kind of disinterested in me. I thought things would go differently."

"I'm not disinterested, I'm just not used to this yet.."

I let out a small sigh and start the car.

Kyle's POV:

The car ride was a little awkward and quiet. Tolkien didn't say another word, nor did I. He came to a stop at my house.

After a few seconds, I said, "I'm sorry this isn't what you expected."

I open the car door and step out of the car, still staring at Tolkien.

"Nono, it's fine." He glances over at me before quickly looking back towards the wheel. "I'll see you tomorrow at school."

I can't stop myself from cracking a smile as I shut the door.

Kenny's POV:

At this point, Stan looked like he was about ready to go home. He had stood up from the bed we were sitting on, and was picking up what he had brought to my house.

He suddenly lit up, and pulled his phone from his back pocket.

"What, did your boyfriend text you?" I tease.

Stan scowled at me briefly, and began typing away at his phone.

"Kyle texted me back finally. He said the date went 'okay'"

"Well that's good, isn't it?" I said through muffled speech.

Stan didn't say anything for a while. Just stared at his phone.

"I guess." He stuffs his phone in his back pocket again.

"Well, I'm gunna go now.." Stan says, looking at the floor. "See you later."

"Bye, Stan." He stumbles out the door, probably not even hearing me.

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