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

Chapter 26

Amanda's POV

I ripped out the page with his letter and and took out all of the page markers and sat in the front lounge and waited for them to get back from dinner. I held in all my tears in that time, it was easy though, since I was more angry then I was sad. About an hour later, I heard the bus stairs creek, as they do, and saw that they had returned from dinner.

They all looked up at me in shock, since I hadn't cleaned up my mess from earlier. Mine and Kyle's bunks were completely wrecked, my bag was still sitting there with pencils and energy drinks scattered around it and Kyle's pillow was on the floor.

"What the fuck happened here?" Johnnie exclaimed loudly, making Kyle look up, since he hadn't already. "I dunno, why don't you ask him?" I looked directly at Kyle, both my hands pressed firmly on top of the letter and my book as I was resting on my arms for support as I leaned towards them.

Kyle looked absolutely shocked as I held up the small pieces of paper that he used as page markers, spreading them out like a deck of cards.

"The asshole looked through my stuff, found my drawing pad that I also happen to use as a diary, and read everything. He even marked certain pages with fucking paper!" I dropped the paper and let them float back down to the table as everyone turned to look at Kyle. I never mentioned this to anyone before, but I have issues with controlling my anger at times, so if the others weren't there, then Kyle would be getting a mouthful right now.

"So that's why you were death staring me all night, huh?" I looked away for a second and returned my gaze to him, but this time with a smile. "And I'm the one who should be telling you things?" I held up the letter that I had torn out to him. "This shows your a dick, telling me to talk to you about my feeling, when all you do is write me shit like this, better yet, hoping that I read it after warped when we won't see each other again? That's just cowardly, Kyle." I folded the letter and ripped it.

This whole time, Kyle's standing there in shock, taking in everything I'm saying, while everyone else stares at him in disappointment.

"I-I, sorry." He said barely audible. "Sorry, huh?" I whispered to myself. "You don't get to be sorry." I turned to grab my phone, a red and black plaided jumper, my book and a pencil and stormed off the bus. I kept on waking until I found myself behind a stage that hadn't been taken down yet. There were a few guys around the front, but no one was around the sides, or back where I had sat myself down. I opened the book to a clear page and wrote down what had just happened. Stupid, I know, but I'm angry, and I need to let off a little steam. After I was done, I turned back a few pages to the picture of Kyle. I stared at it for a few seconds before digging my pencil into it, scribbling lines across his face, tears streaming down my own. Once I was done, the head of the pencil had snapped from the force so I got up, left the pencil and kept walking, further away from where anyone was. What I was going to do next, I couldn't let anyone else see.

Kyle's POV

I began cleaning up Amanda's mess as everyone went to go sit down, and Johnnie went to look for her. All of a sudden, all my feelings of hatred and sadness just vanished, and I began feeling anxious, worried, and the way I felt about her when we first met. I wanted to hold her, tell her it was okay, that I'm sorry, that I'll do anything for her, if only she'd forgive me. But I know for a fact, that she'd never long to be in my arms again, or even want to see my face again.

I put the papers in the bin and started putting the pencils and drinks back in her bag. I fixed up both our bunks and went to sit alone in the back of the bus. The other two were sitting and waiting for Amanda and Johnnie to return. Damon wanted to go after her at first, but they decided that it would be best if Johnnie went, because he understands her pain more than any of us, and at this point, she would probably be happier seeing his face right now.

I remembered that Amanda had taken her phone with her, so I decided to try texting her, I just hope that this doesn't make things worse.

Kyle -> MandyBear<3 : Amanda, I'm so sorry, please, I want to talk to you, I want you to forgive me, please come back to the bus, I'll let you vent and tell me anything you want to or need to tell me, just please, come back.

And with that sent, I sat here and waited. Maybe I should change her name on my phone, since we are no where near an item anymore and she hates being called Mandy. I decide to let it wait, just to see how she feels. And besides, seeing MandyBear<3 on my phone makes me feel a little bit better about this situation.

Super short chapter, yeah, I know, I just had to end it here thought, if I went on more then the next chapter would be pretty un eventful.

Peacekies ✌️ I does love youi all <3