What Happened in Winter [boyxboy]

Chapter Sixteen

Kyle POV

Two days passed and it was already Friday. Those two days had slipped by so fast, Kyle didn't have the time to worry about what would happen with Greyson until the tiny, white-haired boy was standing in front of him at the bus loading zone.

"Did you still want to come over?" Greyson asked. Was that bashfulness Kyle detected in his new friend's voice? He smirked to himself, glad he wasn't the only one that was nervous.

To conceal his rising emotions, Kyle slung a long arm around Grey's shoulders and laughed. "Of course I do! Why wouldn't I?"

"Oh, uh..," Greyson stuttered, his body going stiff at the sudden closeness, "I don't know... it's been a long time since anyone came over to my house. I guess I was just thinking you'd... cancel our plans."

Kyle stopped in his tracks as they were on their way to Greyson's car. He turned Grey around to look at him, holding him in place by his shoulders. "Hey. Look at me, kid." Greyson looked everywhere but Kyle's face.

"Look at me," Kyle rubbed Grey's arm and unconsciously pulled him closer. "Didn't you hear me the first time? I'm not going anywhere. Got it? I promised then and I promise now."

Those words combined with Kyle's sudden intimacy grabbed Greyson's attention. His eyes were big and bright, his white eyelashes framing them beautifully. Kyle wondered how long he could pretend he only wanted to be friends.

'I wonder why I like a guy,' Kyle thought as they climbed into Greyson's car. 'I've only had crushes on girls until now. And those crushes weren't even that serious. Just throw-away thoughts I had in class when I stared at a girl's ass or boobs for too long. This...' Kyle stared intently and curiously at the boy driving and thought simply, 'This is different.'

Greyson POV

Greyson parked the car in the driveway of his house and couldn't help but laugh lightly when he saw Kyle's expression. It was no joke that Greyson's house was huge. Greyson's father worked at the same company that Craft's father owned. He didn't care enough to remember what his dad did, but he knew it was important and payed a lot of money and kept him away from the house a lot. But, not as often as Craft's father was away. Jayson, Greyson, and Craft all believed when they were kids that Craft's father lived at the company and took vacation to visit his family.

"Come on. Let's go in. My parents aren't home yet," Greyson said, smiling at Kyle who looked like a shocked puppy.

Greyson unlocked the door and Kyle quickly followed after him, long blonde hair shifting across his windbreaker as he whipped his head around, taking in his surroundings.

"Are you okay?" Grey asked, turning around fully to face the uneasy boy.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just... assessing. It's a habit my bio-dad instilled in me. Gotta make sure I know where all the exits are just in case I have to..." Kyle's ending thought fell off, his words dropping dead in the air.

Grey looked down at his shoes and nodded. "I know what you mean. But, you're okay here. I promise. No one is going to hurt you."

They stood in silence for a moment, neither one making a move to say or do anything. They were suspended in a time that belonged to only the two of them. For the first time in a long time, Greyson didn't feel like he was being judged by dozens of prying eyes.

Kyle POV

Kyle followed Grey up an ornate staircase made of pearly white marble and dark wood. As they ascended, Kyle noticed pictures framed and hung sparsely on the white wall next to him. Most of them were of two boys, one had dark, curly brown hair, pale skin with flushed-pink cheeks, and big grey eyes that seemed so alive. The other boy reminded Kyle of a watercolor portrait. He was smaller, had fluffy white hair, and had the same grey irises as the other boy. But while one boy's eyes had the spark of life in them, the other had purple eye bags and a melancholy gaze.