You Came Back (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 18

Taylor's POV

*2 weeks later*

"Kyle. You can't hide in there forever." Keith teases. Kyle has been in the bathroom for a few minutes, and we're all waiting on him to go to the Halloween party. I glance over at Betty and Chris. She forced him to dress as Peter pan and her as Wendy. That woman is something else.

They were the only two that dressed up. None of us really wanted to. Kyle finally comes out of the bathroom.
"Finally! Lets go!" Chris says. I've never seen a drunk Peter pan, but shit am I about to. Ty slings an arm over Kyle.
"Come on. It won't be that bad." Ty chuckles.

We pile into the cars, Betty and Eden being the designated drivers. I sit on a window side and Kyle is beside me. He looks really nervous.
"Kyle it'll be okay. Just stick by me alright? And you don't have to drink if you don't want to." I assure him. He smiles shakily and nods.
"Seriously though, I don't mind being with you the night if your uncomfortable." I tell him.
"Same goes for me ky." Keith says from the front seat.

We get there and Chris and Keith make a beeline for the alcohol. I stand by Kyle and he looks at the sweaty bodies, and the drunk or high people loitering around. He looks terrified. I feel horrible for bringing him.

"Kyle. Let's get out of here." I say to him.
We just got here. He signs.
"Hang on a second. Just follow me." I go to where the alcohol is, and snag a bottle of Smirnoff.
"Alright. Now let's go." I lead him back from where we came and we step back out in the warm Californian air.

I text Betty letting her know we don't need a ride home.
Why'd you leave? Kyle asks me.
"You were uncomfortable. The party scene isn't for everyone. Now try it." I offer the bottle to him. He hesitantly rakes a swig.
Not bad. He signs then takes another. I chuckle. He offers it back to me, but I decline.
"Think of it as a pre surgery gift. Because you can't have alcohol a month before your surgery or something like that right?" I ask.
Two weeks. He signs.
"Ah. Alright then."

"Do you have any change?" I ask. An idea forming in my head. He nods.
"Cool. There's a bus that'll take us to my apartment. I have an idea." He looks at me curiously. Not even 5 minutes later the bus shows up.

When were back at the building I get into my car and he climbs in the passenger seat. I dry down to the beach and drive onto the beach.
"Wait here." He nods. I run over to the forest like part beside the beach and grab a lot of sticks. I run back over and dump them by the trunk. I still have all the blankets and the air mattress from our mini road trip. I pop open the trunk.
"Okay you can come out." I chuckle. I dig a small hole with my hands and put all the sticks in. I grab some matches and light two of them, watching the flames engulf half of the sticks. The other half I haven't put in yet. I grab a blanket and lay it on the sand. Kyle comes and sits beside me.

"I think this is better then the party." I admit. He nods, smiling. I love making him smile.
"Can I tell you something, and you not get weirded out?" I ask nervously. I want to tell him. He nods.

"Had we have stayed together. This would be our one year anniversary." I don't look at him when I say this. I feel awkward. When I finally look at him he's just staring at me. Well he kind of needs me to look at him for him to be able to talk.

Really? How did we get to together? He asks. He wants me to explain it?
"Well, once my abusive boyfriend got locked away, it was around Halloween. And I knew you loved Halloween. So I decided to take you on a date. I didn't want it to be a basic one though. You worked with your uncle Dave at the time, and he let me borrow his house because its fucking massive. He said he would be in charge of cooking. Turns out he made chicken strips with fries." I chuckle at that memory and Kyle laughs quietly.