I am Absolutely, Positively NOT Gay. Am I? [boyxboy]

Chapter 2

"No, absolutely not. You can't move. Jason can come live with me. He practically lives there as it is, I'm sure my mom won't mind! And if she does I'm sure I can bribe her somehow! You can't take away my best friend!" Kyle almost had me sitting in his lap as he tried to negotiate with my parents. It wasn't working. There was no way my mother would agree to letting me go live with my best friend. She knew how Kyle and I got when we were together and there was no way she would let Ms. Mason suffer like that.

"Kyle. No. That's not possible. We're moving on Thursday. We already have a house and everything. There is nothing you can do about this. I'm really sorry boys," my mother said, sounding regretful. I can tell Kyle is furious. I'm close enough to him to feel him shaking. The next words that come out of his mouth were almost yelled.

"What am I supposed to do without Jace?" he said, desperately searching for anything to use to convince my parents to let me stay.

"Kyle please don't yell," my father is speaking this time, trying to calm him down. "We don't want to do this but we have no other choice. We're only going to be four hours away and you know you're always welcome to visit." 

While Kyle was negotiating with my parents I was frozen in place. I couldn't even get my mouth to open let alone make noise. There was no use in trying anyways. Seventeen years with my parents and I knew what they looked like when they couldn't be convinced. And the look on their faces told me that no amount of arguing would do anything, they had made up their minds. Before Kyle can say anything else I decide to interfere. "Kyle," I say softly, my voice barely above a whisper. It seems I have regained my ability to talk. Kyle instantly closes his mouth and looks at me. Without saying anything or even looking at him I get up and walk through the door.

I don't have to look back to see that Kyle is following me, I can hear his footsteps on the hardwood floors. I feel like a zombie as I try to make it through the front door without hurting myself or walking into the walls. Once I'm outside I'll be free to do whatever I want, but right now I have to stay strong. Because if I break down I know I'll go in there, yell at my parents and say things I'll later with I hadn't.

Once in the safety of Kyle's car I let myself relax. Kyle gets in on the driver's side and looks at me, waiting for me to explode. "They can't just do this!" I said suddenly, slamming a fist into his car window. It hold strong but my hand feels like it just got struck by lightning, "Ow, ow ow ow! That hurt!" The situation with my parents momentarily forgotten as I clutch my hand to my chest.

"Idiot," Kyle said affectionately, grabbing my hand and kissing it. "Better?" he asked.

"Yes mommy," I say cutely, batting my eyelashes. After a few moments of silence we both burst out laughing. It really wasn't that funny but I knew that if we didn't laugh, we would have cried. And we were not going to cry.

The next thing I know my face is smashed up against Kyle's chest as he pulls me into a hug, "What am I going to do without you?" he asked softly. I had been wondering the same thing. Who else am I going to call in the middle of the night for no apparent reason? Who else was going to wake me up at ungodly hours just so they could say hi? Who else was going to be my best friend? "I can kidnap you. That will work. I'll come and take you out of your bedroom at night and steal you and hide you under my bed. Your parents will never know!"

He sounds hopeful and I almost don't want to tell him how stupid of an idea that is. But I have to because if I don't he'll keep trying to get me out of this, and there was no way out. "Kyle, no. There's nothing you can do."

As I expected when I pull away to look at him he is pouting. Out of habit I feel my eyes, "One more year and then we're out of high school and we can get an apartment together and you're going to regret trying to keep me here. You're going to wish you go rid of me when you had the chance. Okay? So calm down. Besides I'm going to see you every weekend anyways. And there are phones and it's going to be like I never left. Stop overreacting, this will be fine,” I’m trying to convince him as much as I am me. The truth is I’m worried that as soon as I’m gone, he’s going to forget about me. And that’s fourteen years of friendship, down the drain.