Kyle took me into the room and sat me down on the bed. He sat down next to me and talked to me about the party and life. He's a better conversationalist than I thought. He then leaned in for the kiss.
I went with it. I dont know how.
"Courtney, I know what you're going through. I've seen you in the halls. You won't talk to a single guy and when your father came, I knew."
I froze.
"Look, I know you don't want to tell anyone, you don't like attention. But I truly care about you. I have since the day we met. When we were in kindergarten, I loved the way your eyes sparkled when we went to recess and you saw all the big trees. Then in second grade, when you moved, I was devastated. I cried nearly every night. Not only from that though, but because I knew why. Because... I went through the same thing"
What? No one ever went through the same thing.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that when I was a baby, my mom married my step dad and apparently he didn't make her happy enough. So she started going out late and not coming home," he paused and wiped his eyes, "And then, she'd go out with random men and one time," he sniffled, "she just didn't come back. They found her two weeks later overdosed and in a coma. She didn't make it through the night. My step dad beat me and said it was my fault. My aunts, uncles, everyone, they wouldn't believe me. So I stopped asking for help. I... I...I thought that I could get through it on my own. Until I became infatuated with a girl. You."
This all happened to him before second grade?
"I became in love with the concept of love with you in second grade. Then you moved away once I finally figured out my feelings for you. But once you moved back, I was scared you'd leave again so I didn't say anything. And now, the last day of school, I'm no longer scared. Courtney, I love you"
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