Glass Houses Shouldn't Throw Stones

Chapter Sixteen: Kylie's Home

"Kylie! I went to see a movie with Aaron, but it ran late. Do you think I can come over for the night?"

"Yeah. My mom loves you. Just ask your parents."

"Be there in twenty!" I shouted into the phone, loving my best friend. Aaron was driving, so I could make all the arrangements. The engine suddenly ceased its roar and I peered out the window to see his house. I got out of the car and leaned against it, breathing in the smell of rain on concrete. Aaron's house glowed with energy and a family that wasn't simply a curtain. Beautiful, serene, and great.

"I hate when pizza boxes cover the light on top of the fridge." He said, walking over to me.

"I might go to a private school for the next to years." I grinned at him.

"What?" He looked aghast. Maybe I should have thought about that. Well, shoot. He notices my gaze and affirms his statement. "We'll talk later." Aaron hugged me and kissed my cheek. It was soft and sweet. I wasn't used to terms of affection or endearment. I viewed him walk safely into his home and hug his mother before making my way to Kylie's.

"Dad, can I sleepover at Kylie's? We have a project due Monday."

"Do you have to? You'll get a migraine." I could hear him scribbling and typing in the background.

"I promise bed by 11. Goodnight." I hung up and made my way inside Kylie's home. I had been going to her house so often lately that I didn't knock or ring the doorbell.

"Ror?" She bounced down and greeted me.

"Where's your mom?"

"Out with my stepdad." She beamed and led me upstairs.

"Can I borrow clothes?" I asked and she nodded. It was routine for us. Granted, Kylie was a zero and I was a 5. It was alright, though. I had learned not to care. T-Shirts and such still fit generall the same. But, I could never wear her jeans. I slipped into her shirt and Abercrombie shorts. I wasn't too self conscious around Kylie.

"So why did you go to a movie with Aaron?" She asked. She seemed almost upset about it.

"We had to work on the AP Bio project and he really wanted to go, as frends." I emphasized the last party.

"Oh. Can I tell you something?" Kylie asked.

"Of course Ky."

"Well, I think I like Aaron." I felt some of the ecstasy leaving my body. (Metaphorical.)

"What? Why?" I asked.

"He's really handsome and he's not annoying. And he seems really nice. Plus, he totally flirted with me in English." She said, smiling.

"Maybe he likes you."

"Can you ask him?" She asked.

"Sure." I grinned, not wanting to give anything away.

"Now?"

"I'll call him...." I sighed, knowing this would not end very well.

"Speaker!!!" She shouted at me.

I pulled my IPhone 5 out and began searching for Aaron under contacts. It wasn't hard, because he had 2 A's in the beginning.

"Ror?"

"Hey Aaron, can I ask you something?" My voice sounded strange in my own hears.

"Anything, sure." He replied cooly.

"Don't start with that!" Kylie whisper screamed.

"Whatchya doing?" I was nonchalant.

"You totally miss me." His smirk was audible from here.

"No. Well, do you like Kylie? I think she thinks you do and she's in the bathroom, so I thought I'd ask." I said it harshly, hoping he understood.

"Kylie? Uh well she wears way too much makeup and her clothes look really tight on her. I don't like girs like that." He said. I was practically jumping for joy. Another part of me felt bad that he insulted her.

"Okay well gotta go. Text me." I turned to Ky. "I'm sorry."

"That's alright....You know he likes you."

"That isn't the first time I've heard that." I replied. There were no secrets between us. Lies and arguments, yes. We were both stubborn bulls.

"He's told you?"

I sighed inwardly. Sucking it up, I spilled. "Well, yes. I told him I didn't and wasn't risking him as a distraction. He told me he was dating Sara." I practically seethed and clawed into my bare legs. Kylie looked shocked. "We worked it out, as friends." I wasn't quite ready to let her know about my secret relationship. Not after my past likes.

"That makes sense. You're pretty, smart, and a good person."

"Thank you. And Ky, don't be offended by him. He's a realist."

"Kind of like how you're a post-modern?"

I shrugged. "Something like that." Kylie and I chatted for hours, did our English projects, and read each other quotes.

"You say you love rain. But every time it rains, you find an umbrella. You say you love the sun, but you always find shade. You say you love the cold, but you always wear a sweater. And that's why I fear when you say you love me." I read to her.

"Oh gosh. That's so you." She beamed. And it was, because I was afraid.