Kyle
-
Stan ended up waking up sometime in the night, and I immediately pretended to he asleep.
"Kyle, come on.." He grunted as he sleepily rubbed his eyes, sitting up.
My chest was doing that thing again, when it tightened up. Like a lot of people, when it gets late my thoughts get a little more deep, and.. feelsy.
What I'm saying is, I don't want Stan to sleep on the floor.
I guess.
Stan
-
Back when we were kids, I would've never thought it would've been like this. As we got older, though, I think we started turning to each other a little too often. It was a little strange for me.
I'd always much rather be next to Kyle than around Wendy.
That's sort of when I had the idea.
Kyle looked uncomfortable. I rested my head on the bedside/mattress and looked over at him.
He could feel my eyes. It was cute how his little fingers wrapped around the covers and tugged it around himself tightly.
"Kyylee~"
He rolled over to face me but didn't look at me.
"Isn't the floor cold?" He questioned, his voice squeaking. He cleared his throat quietly.
"Pfft." I couldn't help but chuckle amusedly, "I'll sleep on the bed if you want, but you'll have to sleep on it too."
Lately, thoughts have been brewing up and getting all scrambled.
Kyle's expression didn't change much but his face changed to be as red as a tomato and he glanced at me cutely with those pretty eyes, before looking away again.
"Well," I knew he wanted me to. It's all over his face. So I just sort of looked at him for a while, thinking, and as he noticed this he pulled the blanket over his face.
"You have no choice then." I state matter of factly. "Scoot over."
He moved slightly. I roll my eyes and climb into the bed, slipping under the covers, and my rough from the cold skin went smooth again. "Geez Kyle, you're so warm." I mutter. I sort of just.. want to hold him.
-only a little.
Maybe.
Kyle
-
See, realistically speaking, Stan would still be on the floor.
I haven't been myself lately.
I wing it and turn around into him. My face is only about equal to his chest, so that's what I'll see if I look straight ahead. It's easy not to look into his eyes.
I couldn't even. I wouldn't be able to stand it.
Now I had shifted so that I didn't have to look at him anymore. Why did I have a feeling that he read it? I mean, it makes me feel sick. I can't be myself around my best friend. And I want to see him always but I can't bear to look at him.
All of a sudden I heard Stan speak again. He tries so hard to make me happy.
Because he sees through me. He pretty much always has, and always will.
Maybe even without reading that weird regretful paper thing he'd have some sort of idea about how I felt.
Oh, I hope not.
Plus, that note felt like ten years ago now. I'd learned from it. Never again will I be that dumb Kyle.
"Warm." He declared, pulling off his shirt.
"Oh come on, I'm not that warm." I say finally. It was hard to keep quiet.
Stan
-
"Sure you are." I chuckle. I ruffled his hair so that it was even more messy than it had been already . It looked like he didn't have the easiest time sleeping, but he was cuteish.
He hisses and I roll over onto my back. I eyed the ceiling. Before I closed my eyes I noticed Kyle turn over again. He glanced at my curiously. I ended up opening one eye sometime later to see that he was deep in thought, but looking me over.
His eyes moved up from my torso, scanning me. From my chest, my neck, slowly- and when he noticed I was looking his face flushed and he flinched backwards, nearly falling off the bed.
I snatched him up quickly and pulled him close, immediately letting go when he was safe again. I shudder.
Kyle
-
I had just been looking at him. He was so, well, peaceful. He looked genuinely relaxed, and although I couldn't see the relaxation in his eyes to confirm the feeling I had, I was sure he really was happy for once.
And that made me happy.
He was so beautiful and all the scars were fading, and that made me happy.
But then I saw his eye and that shook me from my trance. I immediately looked away but my entire body and not only my eyes wanted to escape so I fell back, startled.
His arms wrapped around my waist and I felt so embarassed. My stomach was officially flipped.
Especially since he let go so abruptly. He didn't even ask if I was okay. That's what he would usually have done. For a second he looked disturbed even, but he closed his eyes. He was tense now.
I cover my face with my hands.
"Did I scare you?" He asked suddenly.
"Yes, well, no! It was just-"
"So, yeah?"
"No no no! It's just that well, I wasn't expecting you to look over and I just was-" my speech was clipped instinctively and I couldn't silence a whimper of defeat.
He looked so emotionless. It was strange. His eyelids fluttered and opened and he pushed his hair back. He just sort of stared at me for a few seconds, as if examining me and coming up with what to say next.
"You're shaking. Are you cold?"
I quickly shook my head no.
He sighed and when his lungs emptied and his stomach fell with his breath, he shuddered.
"I'm sorry.." I say. I didn't mean to gross him out or anything.
"For what?" He raised an eyebrow, almost painfully.
I wanted to cry. "Don't make me think about it. P-..Please."
His eyes widened and he seemed to know what was wrong and that had always been amazing to me, how he always knew..
"Kyle. Listen to me, okay?"
I nod weakly and glance at him.
He grunts frustratedly, and suddenly he pulls me into an embrace.
"..!" I wiggle and squirm at first, blushing, but he just holds me closer. I could sort of feel all the broken little pieces being held together from his touch.
"Kyle, I.."
Stan
-
I'm holding him so tightly now, that he has to stop shaking.
"I read it.."
I could feel his little heart break, and I could even hear a gasp. I saddened.
"Wh-"
"Kyle, I love you."
