YouTube Presents... (A Kyle David Hall fanfic)

Chapter 25

Okay, so I just wrote a little over half a chapter, and wattpad being a bitch, decided to bug out and not save anything, not a single word! So I had to write everything from memory! I hope it's still good though! <3

Amanda's POV

I felt Damon's hands crawl underneath my shirt a bit. I felt goosebumps go down my spine. I intertwined my fingers through his hair, making his beanie fall off. I felt him smile into the kiss, but that quickly faded. He pulled away for a second, only to reposition his lips at my neck.

Kyle and me have never done anything like this, not even when we were alone. Fuck, no. If your not going to listen to your subconscious telling you not to do this, then listen to it telling you not to think of Kyle while your doing this!

My thoughts were disrupted completely when I felt a surge of pleasure fill me as Damon found my sweet spot. I let out a small moan and he began sucking harder.

"W-wait, Damon, stop." I pulled him away from my neck before it went too far. "I can't go out there to dinner with a visible hickey on my neck! Their probably wondering where we are now anyway." I said, trying to hide the fact that I was still out of breath.

"Yea, okay, I'll go tell them your fixing your face or something." He smirked as he turned to leave the bathroom. "Wait." I grabbed his arm, making him turn around and I planted another kiss onto his lips. "Okay, now go."

Well you've fucking done it now, Amanda!

Fuck you subconscious. I grabbed my brush from the counter and began combing it through my hair. As soon as that was done, I rubbed my slightly smudged makeup off and applied more eyeliner, mascara, and some really needed lipgloss.

As soon as I left the bathroom, I grabbed my beanie and slipped on my vans before heading outside.

I walked down the steps of the bus, only to be greeted by Kyle's unnerving gaze. It was like he was trying to burn holes into my eyes.
"What?" I asked blankly. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted when Johnnie jumped on his back.

"Cmon dawg, we gotta go, you guys can chat later." I walked towards Bryan and Damon, trying my hardest to ignore Kyle's uncomfortable gaze on the back of my head. What's gotten into him? I mean, there's no way he saw, or heard, me and Damon, the door was closed and the bus stairs are really squeaky, we would've heard him. So, if it's not that, then what the heck is it?

I shook the thoughts from my head as we all began walking towards a Taco Bell. I walked alone with Damon while Johnnie, Bryan and Kyle were talking and goofing around behind us. Every now and then, I swear I could literally feel Kyle's death stare piercing holes through me.

I nudged Damon's arm to get his attention, and he turned his gaze towards me. "Have you noticed?" I said very bluntly, I don't want the others to hear me, they might be behind us, but their not far away.

"Kyle's death stare? Yea, I've been getting it too, what's that all about?" I shrugged my shoulders and looked behind me, locking eyes with Kyle as he gave me another glare. "Okay, I've had enough." I stopped walking and waited for them to catch up.

When they did, I ignored everyone's remarks as I focused my attention onto Kyle. "Why? What did I do that's made you shove a stick up your ass, huh?"

I scoffed and kept walking. "yea, real mature, Kyle. Screw it, I'm not hungry anymore, I'll see you guys when you get back." I turned on my heel and hurried back to the bus, ignoring Bryan and Johnnie, who were calling out to me.

When I got back, I sat on my bunk and began looking through my batman bag for my drawing pad. I occasionally write down things that are bothering me in there, and lately, I've been doing a lot more writing then drawing, with the whole Kyle, Damon, hate for cutting situations. Some personal stuff was in there, like how I was slowly liking Kyle less and less, and Damon more and more, and how me and Damon kissed. If someone, especially Kyle, read that, I would probably die right then and there.

I kept on searching for it, but it wasn't in here. What the fuck? I never take it out of this bag. I tipped the bag upside down and all it's contents came tipping out, but the drawing pad wasn't in there.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I scattered the pencils and energy drinks around, frantically looking for it, as if those things could hide suck a big book. "Ugh!" I grabbed my hair at the roots, needing something stable to hold on to. I began searching everyone's bunks, looking for the book. Johnnie? Nope. Damon? Nope. Bryan? Nope. Kyle? Wait. Kyle.

I held my breath as I opened the curtain to his bunk. At first, there was nothing abnormal here, just a bunk bed with a couple of beanies and cat shirts. I lifted the shirts and then the blanket, but nothing. I lifted the pillow, expecting it to be there, but it wasn't. I angrily threw the pillow to the floor, and to my surprise, it landed with a thud. Pillows don't sound like that...

I got down on my knees and picked up the pillow. Now that I think about it, this is heavier then it should be. I opened the pillow case and held it upside down, and surprise surprise, there was my fucking book. I threw the pillow to the side and opened the book. The first few pages were drawings of anime that I did years ago, the first being Maka from Soul Eater, then Seiko from Corpse Party, Akame from Akame ga Kill! And so on so forth, until it came to the first page I ever wrote in this. It was about my brother. I didn't dare read it, because I knew I'd feel like shit.

I kept going through the pages until I came to the portrait of Kyle. The page had been marked with a small piece of paper, proving that he did read through it. I flipped one more page, it was about getting the call for warped, then the next, it was about how I failed at kissing him because of Bryan, then the next was our first kiss, then the hate for cutting, a couple more small drawings of anime, and my little Amanda Sphinx logo, until I came to the page where I wrote about Damon kissing me. I had marked the corner of the page with a heart, but I saw that it was now scribbled out with black ink. The page had also been marked with paper.

I kept looking through the book for markers until it came to a page that I hadn't written myself. It had a title reading 'from Kyle.'

I leaned against the wall and began reading.

'Amanda, I like you, a lot, or at least I did. You should've told me about you kiss with Damon, and more importantly, how you don't like me anymore. I can't believe you would write this down and not talk to me. To be honest, I didn't know that you didn't think of us as a couple, I know I did, but I guess since we apparently aren't, that'd make leaving you a lot easier. I know it was wrong of me to steal your book, but you weren't acting yourself, and I thought maybe you might've had a diary. That doesn't make it right, but I'm not the only one in the wrong here, you should've spoken to me about this. I just hope your reading this after warped.'

That fucking dick.