Meet Kyle, the death of me.(On hold for a bit, SORRY!!)

Chapter 2

I snapped out of my trance and rolled my eyes, trying to keep a blush from creeping up my face.

“Yeah right, as if” I muttered. “Now tell me, why the hell did you wake me up?!”

Kyle shrugged. “I was bored.”

I glared at him. SO not a good reason to wake me up from my brownie dream!!!!

“Come on Jazz, so what if I woke you up this one time? You always dream of brownies, and  I’m so much more important! Forgive me?” Kyle cried, giving me the famous puppy-dog look.

Kyle’s puppy-dog look is not something to be underestimated. I’ve never seen anyone pull it off as well as he does. His eyes get all watery and dilate. His lower lip pouts and shivers a little. He could beat Puss in Boots from Shrek, he was that damn good.

Can’t…give…in…

Nope. Can’t say no to that.

I sighed and gave it up. Kyle grinned in victory, a dimple appearing on his right cheek. Adorable.

“And why are you in my room without a shirt on?” I asked.

“Jazz babe you know I can’t handle my own hotness, wearing a shirt makes it worse.”

Kyle dramatically fanned himself with his hand.

Oh no, you NOT wearing a shirt makes it worse for ME.

Did I think this guy was adorable earlier? HE’S A COCKY IDIOT!!!!

I snorted but said nothing. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him shirtless, he takes the thing of every damn chance he gets.

I decided to ignore him and pulled the bed covers over me and tried to sleep again.

Maybe I can continue my dream from where I left off….

“Noooo, Jazz, don’t go to sleep again!” Kyle whined. I swear sometimes this guy sounded like a three year old and not a senior in high school.

“I’m gonna DIE of boredom! You’re my best friend, you can’t let that happen! Let’s watch a movie together!” He said, trying to pull the covers off me.

I held on tighter. “Go watch a movie by yourself” I mumbled.

“It’s no fun if you’re not there. Jazz babe, get up Jaaaaazzzzz!”

I felt Kyle stop tugging at the covers for a while and then screamed when he suddenly slipped his arms underneath me and lifted off me bed bridal style, covers and all.

“KYLEEEEEEEEEEEE YOU MORON PUT ME DOWN!!!!!!!” I screamed on top of my lungs and struggled to get down but Kyle held me firmly.

“Relax babe, you’re only gonna tire yourself out” he sang. I didn’t have to see his face to know he was smirking and enjoying the fact that he was in control.

I huffed and gave up trying to escape from him as he carried me down the stairs from my room and into the lounge where the TV was. I could feel his hard chest against me and the muscles in his arms flexing as he put me down gently on the couch. I was getting hot, but I tried to keep a straight face.

Kyle was my best friend. We could never be anything more.

It’s true that we are really close, but I doubt he thinks of me as anything more than a sister. Yes, he calls me babe, but it’s just a nickname he has for me. All our friends thought it was weird and that we were bound to get together at some time or the other but I knew better. Kyle never thinks much about stuff like that if it’s related to me. It’s normal for him to hug me in front of everyone, or playfully slap my butt, whatever.  It’s all a joke for him. We’re that close.

But still far.

Because even if we’ve known each other forever, even if we know each other’s darkest secrets, I know for a fact that he’s never looked at me as someone he would want to date.

And hey, I don’t blame him. I’m not ugly, but I’m not amazingly hot, or pretty either. Kyle, well he’s….

He’s Kyle.

The girls in our high school basically worship him. He’s amazingly handsome, with his wavy blond hair and blue eyes, and his lean muscular build. He’s the star of our school’s football team, and the teachers all adore him. He’s always in charge at school. His friends hang on his every word and the girls drool all over him.

That’s why he never runs out of girlfriends.

No one lasts long, I don’t know why, but he’s never without a girl running after him either. I’ve never asked him why his relationships don’t last long. I’m not sure if I want to hear him talk about it.

But I’m grateful that he always has time for me even if he has a whiny girlfriend who never wants to let Kyle out of her sight.

“You and I are special” Kyle had once told me, giving me a grin. “No girl is ever going to come in between us. You know so many things about me that no one else knows about, and I know you better than anyone else. We’re inseparable!” He laughed, saying the last line in a deep voice, trying to sound aggressive.

That guy is so blind.

What he said was true though. Kyle was different when he was alone with me. He never did the puppy-dog face in front of anyone but me. He always whined and acted like a kid when it was just the two of us together (not sure if the whining’s a good thing but oh well). He was so care-free compared to how he was outside at school or with his other friends.

It was like I was the only one who knew this other side to him. It was like he trusted me more than anyone else.

And I loved it.

That’s why, although I acted like Kyle annoyed the hell out of me all the time, I actually loved the way he was.

So I snuggled into him as he put a movie in and sat down beside me. He put an arm around my waist and pulled me closer, his eyes still on the TV screen and I just sighed softly.

I wanted to stay like that forever.

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