What Happened in Winter [boyxboy]

Chapter Twenty-Two

Kyle POV

The setting sun passed through Greyson's pale hair, framing his concentrated face against the golden light filtering through the window. The light revealed a couple scars on his face that Kyle hadn't noticed before. He looked divine, like a celestial body made human, his skin practically sparkling. His pale lips were parted, exposing straight white teeth and a pink tongue. His grey eyes sparkled in the light, like two rare crystals.

"Tell me where to turn," Greyson said.

Kyle sighed and forced himself to look away from Greyson's silhouette. He had been so consumed by Grey's beauty and the perfectness of the moment that he forgot they were driving to get ice cream. Their last period had ended approximately 20 minutes ago.

He tapped his phone screen, checking the GPS and told Greyson to make a left at the light and then another left at the stop sign. The road was a bit out of the way and was made of pebbles more than asphalt.

Greyson laughed nervously as he found a place to park on the side of the road. "You didn't come here to kick my ass because I kissed you, right?"

Kyle cocked his head to the side in confusion, unable to keep a straight face or joke back. "Huh?" was all he could utter.

Greyson's face paled and he started to look flustered. "W-wait. I was joking. I was just playing. Or m-maybe you're actually mad at me... oh, god I'm so so sorry. I'll never do it again. To be honest with you, I was kinda scared to face yo-."

Kyle cut Greyson off by running a hand through that tuft of white hair. Kyle didn't want to hear his apologies. He just wanted this boy to feel safe around him. And, jeez, was his hair as soft as it looked.

"Look, Greyson," Kyle said, gazing into those moonstone colored eyes. "If you want this friendship to work, you need to stop being afraid of me. I've already promised you that I would never hurt you, but if you don't believe me, there's nothing else I can do."

Greyson's eyes dipped to Kyle's lips for a second and back up to his eyes. He pressed his own lips together and nodded slightly. Kyle smiled and ran his hand one more time through Greyson's hair, savoring the fluffy texture, before getting out of the car.

Greyson POV

'Oh my god,' Greyson thought, walking beside Kyle to the little locally-owned ice cream shop on the corner. 'He was so close to my face. I wanted to kiss him so bad. Maybe he wanted to, too...?' Greyson blushed and mentally slapped himself several times. 'Get it together. There's no way. He bullies kids that he thinks are gay. There's no way he could like me.'

"Hey," Kyle said and placed a hand on Greyson's shoulder. "Let's just get the ice cream and I'll take us somewhere to enjoy it. I think you'll really like the place. It's kinda my... secret hideout." He smiled and Greyson's heart melted a little bit. 'Ugh, but he's so considerate. I can't help but... like him... this is so bad...'

"Yeah! Uh, yeah, that sounds good," Greyson said with enthusiasm.

Kyle took Greyson's order (vanilla in a sugar cone) and headed inside. Greyson leaned his back against the white-painted brick wall of the ice cream shop, staring at the sky changing from blue to yellow to orange. He wondered if he looked invisible right now; a tiny white paint splotch on a white canvas. He knew he was boring and weak and awkward. He knew he never stood a chance with anyone, let alone someone like Kyle. Kyle was alive like Jayson. He was full of rainbows and sneers and sarcasm and smiles. He was a raging, untamable fire while Greyson was a miserable rain puddle at the end of your driveway.

'He will never love you back, good-for-nothing brat,' a voice in Greyson's head spat.

"Shut up and let me dream," Greyson groaned.