Colossal Jump

Chapter Thirty

Kyle's lack of response makes me utterly worried. It's been awhile since he's give me this much of a cold shoulder. Last time was when I refused to follow one of his orders - I'd decided on one thing and Kyle insisted that his way would be better. Needless to say, I was right, and Kyle ignored me for a couple of days.

But I guess, that's how friendships goes. Sometimes you bang heads and you disagree about certain things because you're ego gets a little too big, or your moral compass can't alter to see an alternative perspective. Damn moral compass, I wanted it to point one way, but it forced me another way. It was the only way I could go; Kyle's house.

I wanted to wait until Kyle returns to my house and apologises for his childish behaviour, but as Blake put it, my friendship is worth more than my pride. I couldn't change the fact I'm having this baby no more than he could.

After getting my head around this concept, I'm kind of excited to have my own little baby to raise. Sure, I could rehash on all the reasons I shouldn't, but I don't want my child growing up with the idea he or she was never wanted, that would be terrible. I'd always want them, no matter what they do in life.

It would just be nice if Kyle could at least be happy for me - put on a smile and say congratulations. However, I know it wouldn't mean much if he didn't mean it. I'd still feel rotten inside like now.

Regardless of what I wanted to happen in life, I'd long ago accepted that sometimes what we want doesn't count for much. At some point when you're traveling down that road of life, you grow up and realise the world stops revolving around you, or perhaps you just realise it never has.

London is only beginning to learn that the world revolves around her, and I'm certainly not looking forwards to it. It's going to be many years before she manages to crack out of that mindset, unfortunately.

My stomach knots uncomfortable from the situation, but here I stand in front of the door I'm completely afraid of. I'm not sure what I'm more scared of; my chat with Kyle, or dealing with Ben answering the door.

I hope he doesn't because I don't want to be turned away. I get that he doesn't want me around Kyle at the moment, but soon enough, he has to drop that act and realise Kyle isn't the victim anymore than I am.

Taking two deep breaths, I knock on the solid wooden door and wait. My breath comes out shakily and my heart rattles within my ribcage, but I stay strong and determined. I'd talk to Kyle whether Ben likes it or not. I don't care if I need to tear down Kyle's door and force him to listen to me . . . I'm going to sort out this mess.

There's a slight shuffling and rattling sound before the door creaks on its hinges. As it opens wide, I see the tall form of Ben standing before me in a tight pair of bright red underwear.

My cheeks turn pink with embarrassment while Ben stands a little taller, obviously proud of his underwear? I don't get it. Unless . . . I wonder if he's always like this around male company? His budding friendship and guard like dominance over Kyle is rather questionable, in addition to the spin the bottle game we played earlier.