Dead Baby Kickball

Chapter Five

    I re-erntered Kyle and Blake's house, feeling just a tad more welcome than the time before. "So... Uh... Thanks for letting me come in and wait for Blake." I said softly, sitting down on the black leather couch. How cliche. I thought, sitting down into the cushy furniture. "It's really no problem. You see, Blake is-"

"Blake is wh-what?" someone slurred, slamming the door behind them.  I looked over and saw Blake with two girls clinging to either side of him. Both were blonde, Both wore short, reavealing skirts, and, most of all, Both are prettier than me. I thought. "Oh! Dude! Hey, Y- *hiccup* You're that one girl who asked all the questions!" Blaine slurred again, his eyes glazing over. Kyle sighed from beside me. "Blake, how much have you had to drink?"

"Oh juss... juss a lil'..." he said, nearly falling into one of the girls.  Kyle simply rolled his eyes and looked to me sympathetically. "Sorry. He's a bit... er... you know. Might wanna try talking to him tomorrow." I nodded slowly as Blake stumbled over his own feet, but somehoe kept his composure. "You wanna join us, dude?" He asked me, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. I shook my head quickly and he nodded, eyed Kyle. "Oh... I see..." He snorted with laughter before heading into the hallway. 

    "I should go, huh?" I asked. Kyle seemed a tad upset and shook his head. "Not if you don't want to. I mean, we have a couch I can sleep on if you want. It's dark and I remember your car being stolen, I don't really feel safe with you walking home alone, you know?" 

  I raised an eyebrow at the brown haired guy in front of me, crossing my arms. "And you care about my safety why?"

"Well, I shouldn't?" He replied curtly, crossing his arms in the same fashion as I.

   "No.. It's just unusual. Most people usually don't care about other's safety until they get to know them a bit more. Right?" Kyle took this into consideration and nodded slowly. "I'm not most people, most people deserve to die." 

I giggled. "Quoting your own songs now?"

"Yes. Yes I am." He said in a smug-like tone. I grinned and stood from the couch. "Just so you know, I really don't like sleeping alone. I never have. That's why I've got cats."

"Oh, how many?"

"One. Her name is Priscilla." I said, nodding steadily. We continued the conversation in the kitchen, where Kyle made me a cup of tea.  I greatfully accepted the small white cup and took a sip. "So... Staying here?" He asked. I nodded a bit. "If you don't mind..."

"Of course I don't mind, I made the offer, didn't I?"  He remarked, raising an eyebrow. I nodded slowly. "Okay." I said, standing up, having finished my cup of tea. 

    Kyle and I sat on the couch again, and he sparked up the conversation. "So what are you going to do with... ehm..." He motioned to my stomach, which seemed to have grown since I had first met him. "Oh. Well I was raised with the whole Pro Life thing going on in my house. Abortion isn't okay with my parents, and I dunno. I just don't think I could handle the guilt and reality of it." I explained. "I got myself into this mess, I sure as hell need to take responsibility of it."

   Kyle nodded slowly. "I get it. Blake's a good guy. He'll be one-hundred percent by your side, just so you know." he said, smiling at me. But his eyes seemed to speak louder than his mouth, and they were saying the exact opposite.   They seemed to say Blake's an asshole. I think you realize that, though, from earlier... 

   I sighed and nodded, faking a smile to the best of my ability. Kyle sighed and raised an eyebrow at me. "So, I noticed something about you when we first me, Emily."

"And that would be?"

"Your last name is Rocha."

"Yeah...?"