You Came Back (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 6

Taylor's POV

Seeing Kyle yesterday and spending the day with him, well shit that hurt. And then when I was right when it was Keith's idea. Overall it was nice, and I wanted to do it again. I so badly wanted too, but it hurt so much every time I looked at him. I don't know if I could.
I got into the apartment and saw Chris at the island on a stool typing away at his laptop. I flopped onto the couch face first with a grunt. He spins around.
"How was it?" He asks. I groan again.
"It still hurts." I sigh. He walks over and shifts my head so he can sit down. "You think you're ever gonna hang out again?" He asks almost nervously.
"He said we should do it again, but I doubt it. Keith forced him to do it."
"What a dick. At least Kyle told you the truth." I just grunt again.
"I feel shitty." I tell him.
"I know." He sighs. Tears rise again.
"I'm tired of being sad about it." I admit.
"I know." Is all he says. He rubs my back. And my eyes close. Tears fall silently.

If only I knew this would be a pattern.
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*2 weeks later*

It's the same thing. On Thursdays and Fridays Kyle and I hang out because Keith, Lisa, and Zach are in class as well as Betty, Anna, and Chris. Ty is still in training and he's not close with Eden. Then I go home and cry. Chris doesn't know that I still do, nobody does. I do it quietly in my room, or in the shower.
I'm tired of it hurting. So tired. But, I can't say no when he asks if I want to hang out. He's not as awkward around me, and I think he's actually texting me without being forced. He tells me about him and Zach, and I support him even though I don't like it. Zach seems to be good for him. And I hate it. I hate how good he is, because I want to be the one that hugs and kisses him, that holds him and talks to him until he falls asleep. My phone buzzes.

From: Kyle

Wanna hang out?

I instantly tell him yes, then curse myself for doing so. I sigh and grab my grey beanie and slip on my grey hoodie. I've also got on black skinny jeans and my converse. I meet him at the fountain 15 minutes later.
"Hey." I smile at him. I stuff my hands in my pockets.
"Where to?" I chuckle. He shrugs. We start walking, pausing every now and then for him to scribble down something to make conversation. It's not awkward, its a peaceful quiet.
"What have you been doing in your classes? Other then English." I say because we're in the same one. We sit against a wall by some for lease building and he pulls his knees to his chest as he writes.

Today he's got on a black fedora, which is freaking adorable, a pastel purple long shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and black skinny jeans and his all black converse.
"My brother comes here tomorrow. He's in the military." I say casually. I can't hide the excitement in my voice. He shows me the paper.

In class we're making baking things, our teacher told us he was going on vacation with his family though, so come Monday I have no idea what's happening.
And really? Thats great! c:

"Do you remember Anna? They're dating and she's just as excited as me, if not more. I really miss him. His name is Alan." Its still strange, having to re-explain everything to him because of the memory loss. It's annoying, but I'd do it all again and again for him. Fuck I still love him. But he loves someone else, but its so hard to let him go when I see him almost everyday.

A hand waves in front of my face. I blink a couple times. He shows me his notebook.
Are you okay?
"Yea." I breathe.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about it. What kind of things are you baking?" He thankfully drops the subject and I read everything carefully for the next hour.

"Hey do you maybe, want to come to my apartment? Watch TV or something?" I offer. He bites his lip. I look away. When I look back he's nodding. I smile and we start walking. When we get back nobody is there.
"Chris is in class. He should be back in around 2 hours. You hungry?" I ask. He nods.
"What do you want?" He shrugs.
"French toast?" I offer.
What's that? He writes. I smile at the memory of me first making him try it.
"I used to make it for you all the time. You love it. Just take a seat. You can turn on the TV if you want." I say. He sits at the island bar. I grab the pans. He taps away at his phone. It's probably Zach. Then music starts playing.
What's up by 4 non blondes starts playing.