Saving Kyle

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I searched the proximity after the man was knocked out. I dragged his body to the bed next to mine and put some clothes on him. It was a daunting experience that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

I found out he's actually my room mate... Oops. His clothes were already hung up in one of the wardrobes which indicated that he's been here for a while now. The rest of his suitcase was filled with unopened posters of... Wait what!? Bands! Bands that I listen to!

I heard a very sexy groan from behind me. Oh good, he is waking up. I winced, he probably thinks I'm crazy now. I sighed and went to the kitchen, wet a small towel, folded it up into a rectangle and walked back into the room. Mystery Guy- MG for short, was propped up against the side of the bed, holding his forehead.

"Lay down on the bed please"

'MG' looked up, startled by my sudden appearance. Oh mother of marshmallows, please tell me he didn't lose his memory.

"What the fuck?! Why the hell did you hit me in the head with a frypan you cray cray bitch!"

Oh good. He didn't lose his memory.

I sighed in exasperation.

"It's a long story. Well, it's not, I just don't feel like telling you. Now please lay down on the bed"

He started to get up slowly and groaned.

"Jesus woman. You hit hard"

On second thought, I wish he did lose his memory.

"Ahh yeah, sorry about that"

After seeing that he was really struggling, I decided to help him. And let me tell you this- boy, it was awkward as hell. In the end, he was finally on the bed, but during the struggle, I somehow managed to get trapped underneath his weight.

"You can get off me now." I groaned.

"Nah, I actually quite like this position." He smirked and winked at me.

Oh. Hell. No! I can tell you now, if he continues like this, he is going to be unconscious a lot more often.

"Get. Off. Me. Now." I growled. Holy crap, I scared myself with the way I said that.

He widened his eyes and laid down on the bed. I smiled brightly and mentally applauded myself, I'll have to growl like that more often.

Anyway, I sat down next to him and lifted his fairly long, side-swept fringe to put the wet cloth on his forehead.

"Dude, you really need to get this fringe cu- HEY! You're the guy that ran into to me and didn't help me pick up my books!"

"Yeah and?" He raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. Wait what am I saying!? This guy is. Not. Hot! He is a jerk. Stupid, stupid, stupid Sapphire!

"Sooo, I shouldn't be helping you! Take care of yourself..." I paused.

"Kyle, my name is Kyle." he said sternly.

"I don't care, now shut up an leave me alone." I barked back. I got off his bed and climbed into mine. Let's hope my first classes in the morning go well.

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I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs sizzling in a pan (probably the same pan I hit Kyle with) and noticed Kyle's bed was made up and he put up his first poster beside his bed. Sleeping With Sirens.

I slowly got out of bed and rubbed my eyes. I walked out of the bedroom where I was engulfed with a stronger smell of the food.

Kyle turned around when he heard my footsteps.