Overcome (editing)

Chapter Six

Failure is success in progress

-Albert Einstein

That night I laid in bed unable to sleep, what did momma mean when she said tomorrow things would be different for me? She seems to be so adamant that things will change saying it repeatedly thats its making me a little bit suspicious. As a matter of fact, at this rate I am not even looking forward to that day anymore because it seems Kyle may not even be a part of it, and I didn't like that one bit.

As I lay in bed deep in thought a tap was heard at my window. A smile spread across my face instantly, only one person I know would climb a tree and tap my window instead of knocking on the front door like a normal person would, so it was safe to say I knew exactly who it was. I quickly jumped out of bed and raced over to confirm it, and when I saw Kyle smiling happily back at me, I giggled and quickly let him in from the cold.

"Where have you been"!!??! I asked as he climbed in

Shhhhhhh .... shushing me as he placed his hand over my mouth. Why was he being so secretive? I wondered.

Where's your mom? he asked quietly.

Downstairs... Kyle what's going on with u??? I inquired.

But he just stepped by me and quickly closed my bedroom door that was ajar. He looked nervous and I watched him rake his fingers through his hair while taking in a deep breath.

I know I'm not supposed to come but I couldn't stay away .... he confessed.

Confusion overtook me and I stepped closer to him.

Stay away? Why would you stay away, who told you to stay away?! I demanded; I was getting angry at whoever could be so daring to separate me from my best friend.

He was looking at me with a perplexed expression, as if he was wrestling with himself about something, biting his bottom lips and sighing heavily in the process.

For a moment there was silence, and I watched the wheels in his head work overtime as he seemingly contemplates the course of action to take. Suddenly he uttered fuck it! and thats when he grabbed me, pulling me roughly by my arm and smashing me into his chest before crushing his lips upon mine.

At first, I was shocked, completely overwhelmed by the sudden force of action that I didnt register what my best friend was doing right away but when my senses returned, I immediately pushed him off.

What do you think you're doing!?! I asked angrily.

As if annoyed that I broke some magic that had descended over him he groaned lowly before reaching for me yet again and kissing me senselessly like I was his newfound drug obsession.

I pushed him away again and slapped him across the face. I was breathing hard trying to recatch my breath, watching him massage his wound while we stared at each other. My face was depicting disgust and horror but If I was to admit it deep down inside, it felt good kissing him...... real good...and it scares the heck out of me.

I looked down on the floor, trying to decipher what's happening in my life right now. Why does it feel so good to kiss my best friend? What does this mean now for us and our years of friendship? Through my thick lashes I glanced at him. He is one of the most handsome man I have ever seen, all the girls at school would fawn over his smile....and his eyes! I didn't know they sparked so beautifully, right now emitting warmth and tenderness. His eyes were glowing so enchantingly, I could lose myself staring into them, and that's when I saw it. Loving was protruding from all corners, I had seen that look before, but I never understood what it meant until now, my best friend Kyle, who Ive known for almost my entire life was in love with me and I gasped at the realization.