Bed Sheets II

45. Crossed

Draven was awakened with banging on his door at three in the morning. He occasionally had visitors, but they were never this extreme and blunt, pounding on his door at strange hours of the night. He was more annoyed than frightened, which was why he stormed from his bed and rushed to the front door.

However, he had not been expecting to see the familiar chocolate brown eyes he knew.

Kyle's eyes were droopy, barely open and he awkwardly raised his hand, forcing a smile. The first thing that left his mouth was, "I'm crossed."

Draven was startled, simply examining him for a moment before crossing his arms, "What are you doing here?"

"Can you let me in?"

After a short pause, Draven lifted his chin, "You said were only fuck buddies, nothing more. We're not friends."

"Okay," Kyle slowly nodded his head, "ya I get it. I just thought it was worth a shot." He seemed at a loss of hope, and waved his hand while stepping backwards, "I'll see you around."

As he began walking towards his car, Draven noticed how slumped his shoulders were and he could barely walk normally. Which was why Draven stepped onto his porch and reluctantly shouted, "Are you calling yourself a ride?"

"My car's right there," Kyle pointed.

Draven shook his head and walked down the steps, "You're high and drunk, two of the worse conditions to drive in."

"Don't worry, I'll make it." It was strange, since Kyle was not fighting with him. He seemed to be in such a depressive state, as if he had lost all meaning, and forced a smile, "Good seeing you."

Kyle was never nice.

"I'll drive you home," Draven insisted, stepping towards him. There was not a chance he would let him drive by himself.

Kyle, with the door open, glanced towards Draven peculiarly before shaking his head, "No, that's okay."

"Kyle, that's the least I can do."

After a short pause, Kyle declined again. "I can't go home anyway," he shrugged his shoulders. "I'm just going to the hotel nearby, it's five minutes away."

Draven frowned, "A hotel?"

"It's a...long story," he scratched the back of his head. "But in any case, I'll be good, I promise."

He cleared his throat, not wanting to sound too caring, "What happened? Just out of curiosity," he added the end coldly.

Kyle smiled for a moment before glancing towards his hand, not wanting to begin crying once again. He had spent hours at the bar, tears engulfing his eyes and taking shots and heading outside for hits of his blunt. It had been a miracle that he made it to Draven's home, and he had hoped Draven would take him in.

But he hadn't, which only downed his heart even harder.

"Eric said he's moving back to Whicks." When he noticed Draven's eyes widen, he continued, "He went on a rant about how he was unhappy and moving away would benefit him and all that stuff. It was just selfish because I only moved here since he promised we would be okay, and now we're not and he wants to move back without me."

Draven glanced towards his feet, awkwardly shuffling before calmly saying, "You're venting to me about the man that I love and I wish I could be with."

"I know," Kyle lowered his face, "it's stupid of me. I'm sorry I was just...I have to go—"

"That's not what I meant Kyle."

"No I understand where you're coming from," his lips tightened into a strained smile.

When he watched Kyle get into his car, Draven stepped backwards and held back his tongue as Kyle turned on his motor. But before he could even leave the driveway. Draven knocked on his window, feeling pressure on his chest. Kyle was clearly devastated, and there was not a chance Draven would let him drive like this.

When Kyle rolled down his window, Draven avoided his gaze as he asked, "Do you want to stay here for the night?"