Always Be There(A Kktato fanfiction)

The Girl

Kyle's P.O.V.
Thunder was booming outside. Like really really loudly. It woke me up, but I tried to go back to sleep. Tyler, on the other hand, wasn't even phased by the noise. Lucky bitch. I thought to myself. But he did look cute when he slept. Goddamnit I love him.
I sighed and crawled out of bed. As I did, I tripped and fell onto the dresser. I made a lot of noise. Still, Tyler slept. Wow he can sleep through anything! I stood up and looked at the time. Not even 3am yet. Then I walked out of the room and downstairs.
The TV was still on in the living room. Some infomercial was playing. Maybe we should've shut it off before recording earlier... I walked over and shut it off. When the house was silent, I heard a noise outside. It was the sound of crying. The fuck? A child crying.
I slowly went to the door and peeked out the window. A little girl with red hair sat right by the door. She was soaking wet. And she was crying. Oh Jesus...
I opened the door and she leaped away, back into the rain. "No, no, hey. Its okay. I won't hurt you." I said softly. The girl stared up at me. "Come here..." I said. I crouched down and reached a hand out towards her, trying to coax her into the house. "Please?" I asked.
The little red haired girl slowly crawled towards me, clearly terrified. Then she cautiously took my hand and came into the house. As she sat on the carpet, I stared at her. Okay. I have no fucking clue how to handle kids. I'd better go get Tyler.
"Wait here, okay? I'll be right back." I said. The little girl did nothing, so I went right upstairs into mine and Tyler's room. He was snoring. I turned on the light.
"Honey, wake up." I said. I grabbed a shirt and jeans from my dresser and threw them on as Tyler woke up. "What?" He yawned. "Where are we going?"
"There's a little girl downstairs. We gotta bring her to the police or something." I said. Tyler sat up. "Wait wait. Gimme a sec and I'll throw on some clothes." He said. He yawned again and put his glasses on. Then he grabbed his jeans that were on the floor and put a shirt on. Then he followed me back downstairs.
The little girl was still sitting on the carpet by the door. Tyler grabbed my arm when he saw her. "When you said "little" I thought you meant a teenager! She's like what? Five?" He whispered. The girl looked at us.
"We can't just toss her out." Tyler said. "She's too cute!" I stared at him. He was starting to give me puppy dog eyes. "Damnit..." I muttered under my breath. "Okay. We'll keep her here tonight, but tomorrow, we gotta take her in."

Tyler's P.O.V.
I knew if I gave him puppy dog eyes, Kyle would give in. He would do anything for me if I gave him puppy eyes. He'd even let a complete stranger stay in our house! So when he finally gave up, I felt very accomplished.
I walked down the stairs and right over to the little girl. She looked up at me. "Okay, sweetie." I said. "What are we gonna do with you?" The little girl just stared up at me. Alright. She isn't gonna talk to us. So I've gotta try another strategy. "Are you hungry?" I asked her. When I was her age, I loved food. I mean, I still love food, but when I was little, I loved it so much that I'd even take it from a stranger.
To my surprise, the little girl nodded. I crouched down next to her and said "Would you like a pbj sandwich?" The little girl looked thoughtful for a moment. Then she nodded again. I stood up and reached my hand out to her.
"Come on! Let's go make a sandwich!" I said. She stared at my hand, then she stood up and took my hand. We walked into the kitchen and I saw Kyle sitting at the table. He was shaking his head.
"How do you do it?" He asked. I shrugged. "I'm great with kids! They love me!" I said. Kyle rolled his eyes and I pointed to the chair across from Kyle.
"Can you sit there while I make your sandwich?" I asked the girl. She frowned and sat down. She stared right at Kyle. Then I walked to the counter to make her sandwich.
A few times, I glanced back at her. She was sitting silently in the chair and Kyle was on his phone. "Who are you texting?" I asked. He looked at me. "Mitch. I guess Tori's sick. But I'm asking him for advice." Tori was Mitch's daughter. Mitch and his husband Jerome had adopted her. Isn't she five?
"Advice on what?" I asked. Kyle looked at me. Then he looked at the little girl. "On what to do with her."