"It was just a hug, but to me it was so much more."
((Forgive me. My writing style has changed up quite a bit, and I can't remember what happened in the last part. Of course I'm too lazy to read it. Pls enjoy, and maybe leave a comment. Ty~.))
Kyle
I was sitting in Stan's room, on his bed. This was after I had gotten all the necessary items for, well, my stay.. and I have to admit I'm really nervous to be around Stan after that. I mean, I can tell he's being especially nice to me. Did-
...did he read it..?!
I shook my head and hugged my knees to my chest. I was in pajamas already. What time was it now.. maybe 10:30.
I hate this feeling in my chest. It's so tight. I feel so nervous, and so afraid. I don't want to cry. I've been acting so childish already, but..
Shit..
I hide my head behind my hands and lay back on the bed. I'll probably end up sleeping on the floor, if I don't die. That's what I feel like.
I don't feel welcomed in Stan's house tonight. It's like I can't breathe. My stomach dropped when I heard footsteps and the turning of the doorknob. I cringed and shrunk back.
And then he walked in.
Stan
"...Kyle?"
"..."
He was shaking like a leaf. My eyes widened as I looked to him and I felt panic immediately beginning to rise within me.
"I- um.. what's wrong.?" I quickly asked. I took a deep breath and sat down on the bed beside Kyle after rushing over. He peeked at me through the slight spaces between his beautiful fingers. His face looked sad. His eyes did. He looked to be on the verge of tears.
That broke me, really. I wanted to embrace him when I didn't get an answer.
"..i-is it that paper? Was it personal? Look Kyle, you know me.. I wouldn't read it without asking.." Lying to him felt like a punch in the gut. I wanted to throw up.
He reacted slightly to this and I new I was right.
I sighed, "See? You don't need to worry."
And I hugged him. I wrapped my arms around his trembling frame, and nuzzled into his soft red hair.
I mean, it wouldn't make a difference if I really hadn't read that note. Sure I was surprised, but really? I know him so well. I can't even believe we've stayed friends for so long.
It's obvious that he loves me. That make me so happy though because maybe now we might have a chance together. I know I'm just getting my hopes up.. but what's wrong with that? I'm just afraid, because if anything happens between us, there won't be any going back.
I want something to happen between us.
And I don't want to go back.
My arms slipped around his waist. I bit the inside of my cheek and just continued to hold him, eventually pulling him close.
It was just a hug, but to me it was so much more.
I needed to comfort him.
Kyle
We've hugged before, but he mentioned not reading that stupid note so it was even better than any other hug. If I could rate this hug, one through ten, it would probably be.. like.. an eight! Fuck.. I love him so much.
I found myself not thinking again and my arms returned the wrapping. I hugged him around the neck, and snuggled into his chest. I closed my eyes and tried to stop crying, which by now seemed almost impossible. Endless rivers of tears were streaming down my face.
And we just stayed like this. It felt wrongly right.
"Kyle.. don't sleep on the floor. I'll do it." He whispered into my ear. His voice was so hot..
What?
Why am I thinking like this now?
That's just dumb.
I blushed, and was about to argue. I didn't want Stan to sleep on the floor. If it were up to me, we'd be in the bed.. together. I..
I want to be with him so badly..
I wish he felt the same.
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So, Stan slept on the floor, and I slept on the bed. I couldn't sleep for a long time. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Again.
