Breaking Them Up (BoyxBoy) (On Hold Forever)

Keep Us Together :::3::::

*Damien’s POV*

　

　

Do you know what I wanted? A time machine. But the next best thing would be something normal and farmilliar and routine. I craved a night with Kyle. Not a grand romantic exciting night, I wanted a boring night cuddled on his couch watching some movie he’d complain about but pay more attention to then I would.

I hadn’t bothered to tell him that my parents were getting divorced at school today-I’d only seen him at lunch and he’d been preoccupied by his thoughts. Even though it wasn’t really his fault, he just hadn’t noticed, it kind of hurt he hadn’t caught the subtle hints something was wrong.

Why was I such a girl?

I roll onto my stomach and stretch my arms out for my phone, shuffling across my bed until I reached it on the night stand. I flip it open. How do I casually invite myself over to my boyfriends house, on a school night no less? The usual way of course.

‘Kyle. I’m coming over’ Send.

I rub my feet together waiting for a reply. I don’t get the one I wanted.

‘Busy. Some other time, promise.’ my heart stutters.

I was used to Kyle giving me a hard time about coming over-he didn’t like me walking alone at night though he’d never admit it, and he figured school nights were for studying, so that and his stubbornness were bound to make him put up a struggle. But in the end he always said yes.

Who was he ‘busy’ with?

Some girl? Actually, Kyle was gender indifferent, so, some romantic interest of either sex? Or maybe it was family issues, considering his family seemed even more messed up then mine? Today at lunch.. He hadn’t just seemed distracted, but anxious to.

It kind of stung realizing how selfish I actually was. Here I was, moping that he hadn’t noticed I was upset and being suspicious of him, when he was probably hoping I’d be there to support him, when in reality, I’d been the one to screw around behind his back, even if it didn’t feel like it.

I peeled myself from my bed. Put a sock on each foot. Took the stairs two at a time and grabbed my sneakers from my mat. I didn’t bother telling my parents when I went out anymore, so after grabbing my sweater from the coat hanger, I was under the night sky in the cool evenings air.

What was I doing? No idea.

What wasn’t I doing? Letting everything fall to hell. I wasn’t lying on my bed agonizing about what could be going wrong, what might be happening. Time to go find out.the walk to Kyle’s house was long, but familiar. Walking it put me at ease, like I wasn’t moving, like Seth had never resurfaced in my life.

Kyle’s house had a tall, dark, and impossible to climb fence wrapping the entire length of his house and yard. However, it was opened like usual, my middleclass mind left wondering what the point of a fence was if not to keep people out?

I step onto his property without so much as a second thought. Cutting across the yard, I’m almost at the front door when it opens, a rectangle of light against the night. Two voices chase the light from inside the house, one recognizable as Kyle’s.

I flinch as a silhoutte becomes apparent in the doorway, but theres no reason, the light doesn’t touch where I stand. I stil my breathing, straining my ears to haer more then the murmur of the voices. One belongs to my boyfriend, the other belongs to a female.

Was he…cheating? A wave unfair angry lurched from my stomach-I’d cheated to, I remind myself. Also, I had no proof that’s what he was doing, for all I knew that could be the mother he never talked about, one of his cousins, long lost sister?

I stand perfectly still and catch their last words. “Does he know yet?”

“No offense Karen, but that’s not really any of your buissness” The door clicks shut and I go cold.

Karen. Last time I’d seen Karen, she’d been pregnant and moving into an apartment with her boyfriend Asthon, dropping out of school to support her unborn child. I felt chilled-why was she here? What right did she have to be here? She was the one who told Kyle to stay out of her life, she was the one who-

I stop myself, fists balling into fists. Standing in the dark simmering would do no good, neither would sneaking around. I’d learned last year it did a lot more bad then it did good. So as Karen headed for the front gates opening, instead of waiting for her to leave and devising some stupid plan, I walk to cut her off diagonally.

“Hey!” I cut right in front of her “We need to-”

The first note of her scream of terror is out before I tackle her to the ground, covering her mouth. I look up at the door, terrified he might look out, and after a moment of nothing a turn towards the petrified idiot. “It’s me. Damien. Calm down”

Her eyes deflate, some of the shocked roundness leaving them. I slowly move my hand away, hesitant in case she started screaming again. Nope, I’m not that lucky, instead she slaps me, viciously kicking me off her. The baby that is half her and possibly half Kyle is still a demon in my mind.

“You scared the shit out of me, idiot!” I don’t process her words as much as I process her looks. No wonder I didn’t recognize even her silhoutte-not to be mean, but her perfect figure wasn’t so perfect anymore, extra layers of fat clinging in unattractive ways. Her hair was also cut short in a choppy style, right below her chin. And though that’s as far as the physical difference goes, she looks, different?

And pissed off.

We get to our feet, neither of us looking away from the other. I’d hated her before, and I was starting to hate her again. At my boyfriends house, at night? That wasn’t something I was about to just ‘brush off’. Yet she was the one who looked outraged, like I’d done something wrong.

“What’s wrong with you?” she growls “You always think you’re the perfect match for everyone!” I open my mout to speka but she talks over me “I can give Kyle what you can’t-acceptance! And a good future and a real family! You need to stop getting involved in others-”

“What the hell are you talking about, bitch?” hackles-raised.

She lashes out, trying to slap me again, but I dance back. “How dare you call me that!” she hisses, like I’d done the worst thing I could have, when in reality, I’d called it like it is. “you don’t know me, you don’t know what its like beign a single parent!” she roared “All you’re going to do is screw up Kyle’s life like you screwed up Seth’s. if you really cared about him you’d back off”

I’d thought something bad was happening before. Now I knew it must be much much worse.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” I was done with her. Clearly she couldn’t be civil or rational.

Her baby blue eyes, made ugly by the bags beneath them, rack me slowly. “Well ,when you do know, I hope you do that right thing” she really had no right to talk to me about ‘doing the right thing’ but my stomach twisted regardless. Yeah. This was really, really bad.

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Yeah, not my best chapter. Writters block can do that to a person......

Well, hope it was at least a decent read, I'll try and do better next time...

Comment, okay?

OH! Almost forgot, I might be doing a fantasy (Boyxboy >.<) becuase I really want to. An idea kind of slapped me across the face and the sting refuses to leave until I get the idea out of my head, so im kinda all excitted for that. Of course, i've never doen a fantasy so im kinda worried about my ability... but im sure it'll be fine if I decide to go through with it. If you're interested in reading it just include so in your comment (And no, its not about werewolves/vampires. It actually pretty original ((If I'm allowed to say that))))  Thanks! ^^ <3