Falling For You *Love at Last Sight*

Leaving?

Chapter 17

~Leaving?

Then he kissed me.

My eyes fluttered close. His lips felt so soft and warm against mine and mine seemed to mold into his, without me even trying. But then I remembered he was kissing me, and I wasn't kissing him back.

I was so shocked, I didn't know what to do. I tried to react, move, anything, but my mind wouldn't let me. I was completely frozen from the shock. When the shock seemed to have died down a little, and I could move again, I was starting to react, but before I could get very far, Kyle pulled away and looked into my eyes.

I stared back at him, confusion and caution were the only things that crossed my mind. He had just kissed me, did that me he liked me? Or did he want to see something? Or maybe he just wanted to kiss me?

"Come on," he said, walking towards the woods area. 

"Where are we going?" I asked, following him.

"There is a trail that leads back towards the town. I thought we could take a walk, maybe get to know each a little but better?" he said, but turned it into a question at the end.

"Oh, sure," I said, smiling.

We started walking along the dirt trail. Around us, we were surrounded by trees that towered many yards above our heads, along the sides, bushes of wild flowers and berries lined the path, making Kyle and I have to walk closer to each other to avoid tripping over the overgrowth. Above us, the sky was now turning to a dark blue, with many twinkling white jewels of fire. 

"What would you like to know about me?" I asked him.

"Well, anything. What's your favorite color, favorite movie, food, book? Who is your favorite artist? Band? TV show? Thing to do?" he asked, listing off questions.

"Well my favorite colors are red, black and clue, movie is Beastly, food... Well, I don't really have a favorite food. My favorite books are Spellfall, I Swear and The Lost Gate. My favorite artist, well there are so many, but I love Secondhand Serenade, Mayday Parade, Jamestown Story, and so many, many more. TV show? I don't really watch TV, so... And my favorite thing to do it write or play guitar or piano. What about you?" I asked.

"My favorite color is green, my favorite movie is Freddy vs Jason, favorite food is burgers. I don't really have a favorite book, but I like the Ranger Apprentice Series. And I don't have a favorite band or artist. And I love to play soccer," Kyle replied.

"You play soccer?" I asked. He nodded. "Cool, maybe I'll have to watch you play sometime."

"Sure," was all he said.

The sky now look almost pitch black with specks of white, giving us very little light. I'f I had to guess, I'd say it was around eleven or twelve, and me being the idiot I was, didn't think about what would happen when I returned home.

After Kyle had answered the questions that he had asked me, he became quiet and awkward, like he was hiding something. It was really affecting our day together. But, he was starting to worry me with his quietness. This wasn't like him.

"Kyle?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes?" he replied, looking towards me.

"Why are you being so quiet?" I asked him, looking in to his eyes.

He stared back at me. In his eyes, he seemed to be begging me to just forget the question. His eyes were pleading for me to not ask. But why would he not want to tell me, it can't be that bad. Could it?

"Tell me?" I pleaded

Just as I had said that, the trail we were walking on came back into the town. The town was still pretty lively, as we lived by such a large city. The only thing I hated about the city was that it made it harder to see some of the stars. 

"Come on," Kyle said.

He grabbed my hand and started to walk towards the bowling alley. I sighed. Kyle seemed to be trying to avoid the question. I let him slide for now, but I was going to try to get it out of him. One way or another. 

We entered the bowling alley and headed towards the front desk. Kyle paid for the lane and we got our shoes. When that was done, we grabbed a bowling ball and went to the lane.

After a second, I got an idea.

"Hey, Kyle?" I asked.

"Yeah?" he said, turning to look at me.

" I can tell you're hiding something," I started to say. He tried to interrupt, but I shook my head. "And you won't tell me, but I have a proposition."

"What is it?" he asked.

"Bowling," I said. Confusion was written all over his face. I sighed, "If I win, you have to tell me what you're hiding."

"And if I win?" Kyle asked.

"I will let you decide what you want to do," I told him.

"Hm, deal."

Let the games begin.

It had been about an hour since we started, and we were about tied. I had one chance left to beat him. Taking my spot, I released the bowling ball down the lane.

It seemed like time slowed as I watched the ball make it's way towards the pins. I silently begged for a strike. I needed to win.

The ball then struck the pins.

"STRIKE!" I yelled.

Kyle looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Kyle? Are you okay ?" I asked, concern was thick in my voice.

"I... I am fine," he said, stuttering. He smiled at me, but I could tell it was forced. I sighed. He really didn't want to tell me what he was hiding.

"Please, just tell me why you are hiding something from me?" I pleaded.

"I'm scared to tell you, because I don't know how you will react," he whispered.

"Just tell me," I begged.

"Okay... Well, um...

I'm leaving."