Closeted (BoyxBoy) [2014 Edition]

5: Who Is Kyle, But What Am I? - Gabriel

     There he stood, Kyle Collins. Just looking at the bastard made me smile. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and blinked lightly. Until now, I never knew how green his eyes were, “Indeed it has. How many years has it been? Two?”

     I nodded, “Yeah! Since freshman year!”

     Evan just stood there, watching us stare at each other. He scratched the scalp of his head and glared at us, “You two are weird,” we snapped from our long, connected gaze into each other’s eyes and looked at Evan. He wrapped his arms around our necks, “It’s the Three Amigos! The Three Musketeers! The Three Blind Mice! The Three Little Pigs!”

     Kyle frowned and glared down at him, “Mice and Pigs? I think not.”

     “I prefer the Three Kings,” I chirped playfully. Kyle looked at me and chuckled.

     “I like that. The Three Kings.”

     Evan rolled his eyes and pulled us closer into his embrace, “Hey! Let’s skip the first thirty minutes of first block and just catch up! Gabe, you have to tell Kyle about everything! Starting from being the King of Livingston!”

     Kyle’s face perked up, and he looked at me in shock. I blushed lightly and looked away from his piercing and hypnotizing gaze, “Ah, yeah. When you left school, I sorta became the new King of Livingston.”

     “Heh, people still say that? I was not the King of Livingston,” he was so modest. Always pushing off the high class statuses and passing them on to someone else, “You were most definitely the king if I remember correctly. You had everyone fawning over your greatness.”

     “And I see you’re still the same ol’ Kyle Collins. Praising other people instead of taking the crown for yourself,” we laughed to ourselves, except Evan who was getting impatient with us.

     “Y’know what, while you two reminisce over shit in here, I’m going to go sit in Gabriel’s Stingray, play some music, and skip First Block. Join me, if you’re cool! Unless you both forgot the caste system!”

     With a huff, and a puff, Evan stormed off in a fit of rage. Kyle and I just stood there, watching him as he pushed people out of his way. Kyle couldn’t help but laugh at our friend. And I couldn’t help but to laugh with him, “Evan’s still the same as well. Are you sure he’s not the King of Livingston?”

     I shrugged, “More like the Fool. Anyways, he’s right. Wanna skip First Block with us?”

     He smiled and nodded, “I would be honored, Your Highness.”

     “Don’t do that,” I scolded, earning a chuckle from his pretty pink lips. Those lips, were just so perfect. Well, Kyle, is perfect. The perfect face, the perfect body, the perfect personality. The perfect everything.

     Wait- why am I thinking about Kyle like that?! I’m not gay! He’s my… mancrush! Yeah, that’s it! My mancrush! My completely normal, heterosexual mancrush! Yeah, everyone gets those! I’m just… yeah.

     Kyle and I walked to the Stingray and observed Evan trying to force his way inside. It was hilarious, because the door was locked and couldn’t be forced open. And yet he was telling us to remember the caste system?! Once again, found that hilarious.

     I clicked the “Unlock” button on the keypad and watched Evan practically throw himself into the car. Kyle and I followed suite and got in. I smirked as they admired the interior scenery. The keys went into the ignition and turned it for the A/C and radio to turn on. Sam Smith’s “Stay With Me” was already playing.