Unexpected (boyxboy)

The sleepover

Taylor's POV

It's been two weeks now since I've been going to school and Kyle is finally warming up to me.

Driving him and the children home has become an everyday routine despite what the weather is like. It's just more convenient for all of them and I enjoy spending time with him.

My dad has heard of him and wants to meet him, I just have to get Kyle comfortable enough to do that. Kyle is, he's different. He can be very hyper and loud around me and the others at the orphanage, but at the same time is very quiet and reserved.

I've noticed he's a lot more comfortable when I hug him or put my arms around him. Unless we're in public, then he hates it. He is always so nervous about what people think and I don't know how to change that.

It was Saturday now and I had invited Kyle over. The orphanage was only a block away from my house so he insisted on walking.

I fixed my shirt and made my bed.
"Dad! I'm having company over!" I call from my room.
"It's that boy you like right?" He asks walking into my room.
"Yea." I say meekly. He nods.
"So I finally get to meet him." He says.
"I guess, but be nice! He's very shy." I tell him. He holds his hands up in surrender.
"I just gotta make sure he's gonna treat you right." He says. I roll my eyes.
"Dad, he's a skinny midget. I got this." My dad just shakes his head and walks out.

After a couple minutes my phone buzzes and I expertly lunge across my bed and fall onto the floor well grabbing my phone, landing with an oomph.

From:kyky

I'm here.

I grin and slide down the railing.
"Your gonna hurt yourself doing that." My dad says from the living room.
"Hush." I say to him and walk over to the door. I open it and see him standing there looking awkward and adorable.
"Hey." I say to him and his head snaps up. He smiles at me and I smile back. I step aside, letting him in.
"Should I take off my shoes?" He asks.
"Yea." I answer.
"Your feet are so little." I chuckle.
"Shh." He says and I laugh.
"My dad wants to meet you." I say to him. He tenses.
"O-okay." He says and I frown.
"You don't stutter around me anymore."
"Sorry." He mumbles.
"Come on." I say and he follows me into the living room.
"Hello, I'm Carl." My dad introduces and holds out his hands to shake.
"K-kyle." Kyle says quietly.
"My son wasn't kidding. Your tiny." My dad chuckles.
"I get told that a lot." Kyle says blushing.
"Well you two have fun. I gotta work tonight so I'm going to lay down for a bit." My dad excused himself and left.
"So what do you wanna do? I didn't really think of anything?" I ask him. He just shrugs. We sit down on the couches in silence well I pondered what to do.

"You hungry?" I finally ask.
"A little." He answers. I nod.
"Alright what do you want?" I say standing up. He follows suit. We walk into the kitchen.
"Is it okay for me to sit on the counter?" He asks and I nod. He jumps up and I giggle as I watch him struggle. I walk over and grabs his hips and help him up.
"Thanks." He says and I chuckle.
"Think of anything you want?" He shakes his head.

"Do you like french toast?" I ask well looking through the fridge.
"Never had it." I spin around and gasp.
"You haven't lived! You poor deprived child? It's gonna be okay little one." I run over and pet his hair. He giggles and swats at my hand. Then I notice something. He's only in a tee shirt. And it's late October. He's gotta be freezing.
"I'll be right back. Stay." I say and run out, Faintly heading him scold me saying he's not a dog.

I grab a blanket and run back, wrapping it around him. I nod to myself.
"What's this for?" He asks holding it up.
"You've gotta be cold. It's freezing outside. He shakes his head.
"I'm okay." He says even though he is very clearly lying.
"Where's the sweater I gave you?" I ask.
"Erm. Ben, he's sick. He threw up on it so I couldn't wear it." He says.
"Don't you have a jacket?" I ask and he nods.
"I have a winter one for around December to February."
"Do you want another one of my sweaters? Just until the other is clean. I have a lot." I offer. He blushes.
"I can't." He shakes his head.
"Your going to." I say.
"No." He says.
"Too late. It's been decided. No ifs, buts, or no's." He goes to protest so I walk towards him and push him against the wall behind the counter. His eyes widen and I lean closer to his ear.
"Just listen to me would you?" I faintly hear a whimper and grin. Then I quickly lick his cheek and pull back laughing.
"Dude! Gross!" He yells furiously rubbing his face with the blanket. I laugh.