Timeless • A Kyle Kuzma Fanfiction

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I've spent the last hour and 40 minutes cuddled up with my mom and Austin while the guys went ahead and took Blake to Chuck's. I was upset that I couldn't go, but I really don't think I would've been okay there.

This probably goes without saying, but I'm avoiding Kyle like an old white woman avoids black people. He's been sending me texts and he's tried to call me a couple times, but I'm entirely too embarrassed to even talk to him through a phone. I mean, I barely know the guy and in the span of 24 hours he's met Blake, and he's seen me cry over Blake. I rarely allow people to meet Blake unless I fully trust them, especially guys.

This may also go without saying, but I don't fully trust him. Given the fact I've known him for all of 24 hours.

Austin kicks my leg lightly and gives me a half smile.

"Kyle?" I mumble. She nods and holds my phone out to me.

"Hang it up." I answer, turning on my side.

She declines and lays down next to me.

"I think you should talk to him."

I snort and give her a sideways look. "Why? Because he did something any decent human would? You know I don't let just anyone into my circle especially if they're going to be around Blake."

She returns my look and sits up into cross style. "Not because he did something simple, but because when you think about it, he could've just let you fall apart in front of the paparazzi,"

I guess she had the smallest of points.

"And because you've been giving him the cold shoulder since you met."

Pause.

Since we met?

I've known the guy for all of a day. This isn't some teen fiction story where people fall in love in like two hours.

"I don't even know him! We met him yesterday!"

"He asked you out for breakfast! He asked B about you and for number! And he was interested in Blake! And he basically broke his ankles to go to the grocery store with you! And he-"

"Okay! I get it, damn. I didn't tell or ask him to do any of that, so don't blame me for putting him off. He should be less trusting. I have a daughter to worry about in case you forgot. Blake is always my priority, not getting to know some light bright rookie."

She groans and hits me with one of the throw pillows. Bitch.

"He's trying to get to know you! You know, the thing you do when you're actually not a hermit and socialize with people? And stop using Blake as an excuse! Admit it, you're not over Blake! You try and pretend you've moved on, but you haven't and that's okay. But at least be honest with yourself and everyone else about it. He was our family too. You're the not the only one who misses him, you know."

I purse my lips as the front door opens and their rowdy shouts fill the foyer.

"You're right; I do miss Blake. But if you think I'm still wrapped up in our relationship you're wrong. I moved on a while ago. I have more important things to worry about, like Blake. And that's not using her as an excuse, that's being a responsible adult. Try it sometime."

I get off the bed and open and slam the door. I take a deep breath before going downstairs where only my dad, B, AJ, and Kyle are.

"Did the rest of the guys go?" I ask casually.

Kyle scoffs and folds his arms over his chest.

Look out folks Kyle "You Know" Kuzma is big and bad!

Give me a break.

I ignore him and bend down to Blake's level. "Hey baby, what did you get?"

She looks at me a moment, her head cocked to the side in either thinking or wondering, before wrapping her small arms around my neck.

"It's okay, mommy."

I gulp and rub her back.

"I am okay, baby. Now tell me what you got."

She sits on the floor and starts showing me all the different things the guys won for her including a large teddy, some candy, a light of some kind, headphones and a various array of other things.

I glance up at Kyle and sigh.

"Hey, Blake? Let uncle B and AJ and pop pop take you to the kitchen okay?" She pouts at me before grabbing my dad's hand and walking with him. I stand up to talk to Kyle and B stops me.

"Actually talk to him. He's a good guy."

I shrug him off and lead Kyle outside.

"Kyl-"

"Ast-"

I crack a smile and let him go first.

"I think I've made it clear that I, at the least, want to get to know you better. I understand if you still miss Blake, but I want you to know that I'm not looking for anything more than a friendship right now. We both are young and have steady careers we need to worry about," He stops and looks down before adding with indignation, "and I know you're protective of Blake and you don't want her to get any wrong ideas about what we are, or who I am, but I'm twenty-two. I'm mature enough to handle a child. When I hit you with that ball I wasn't expecting to talk to you again and then I saw you and then I couldn't not talk to you again. B told me how you've been since Blake and I'm not a trying to change you or nothin' but I don't see the harm in us being friends."

I stare up at him with a blank face. He'd just let out an entire mouth full and I don't know how quickly he wanted me to do process it.

"It's not-it's not Blake. Or at least I don't think it is. I don't know. I don't have the feelings for him like I did before. My heart doesn't do that thingy thing it use to when I heard his name. I think it's just when people try and tell me that we're lying or we're trying to save face, whenever he's brought up. I would never lie about someone that close to me passing and the fact that he's Blake's dad..." I trail off and he nods in understanding. "You're right, I don't want Blake to get the wrong ideas about us and that's a part of it, but I also think that I find it hard to let people in, you know?"

"You don't have to tell me your life story. Friendships are a work in progress. We can start by you agreeing to go out to dinner with me."