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-> Desyre

Kyle

                The door of my room opened and Paul and I jumped apart quickly. My mom came in and when he saw how stiff we were she gave us a look before she remembered what she walked into my room for.

“Are you staying for dinner tonight, Paul?” My mom asked with a smile.

                She absolutely adored Paul and it was a little stupid but I wondered what she would think if she knew he was an inter-racial baby.

“Sure, thanks Mrs. Harwood.” He said giving her a small smile.

                My mom chuckled and smiled at Paul again.

“I’ve told you many time to just call me Adrienne. Today we’re eating stir fry.” She said as she left my room.

                Paul and I seemed to both let out a little sigh of relief and I felt stupid for what had to be the hundredth time this week. We weren’t actually doing anything wrong, but every time my mom knocked on my door or barged into my room we would jump apart for some reason. I shook my head and turned to look at Paul, who was looking at me with a small smile. I smiled at him and we just started laughing. I think we both knew just how stupid it was that we always jumped apart.

“We should really start studying.” He said.

“No you’re not getting out of this!” I said chuckling as Paul groaned. “Come on I wanna hear the whole story I told you about Danny and me it’s only fair you tell me about your exes!”

                Paul sighed and looked uncomfortable. He had looked like this whenever I asked him about his exes.

“I already told you everything.” He said.

                He really had but I was pressuring him still because I wanted him to slip and tell me something he was holding for himself: the gender of his exes.

“So this ex, you’re saying she just dumped you because she suddenly got bored one day?” I asked.

“Yeah, that one just dumped me one day, didn’t even call me to meet up or anything like that, just sent me a text one day that said, “We’re over,” and that’s it.” He said simply.

                I sighed in frustration. How he managed to always avoid mentioning the gender of the ex was beyond me. I had a little suspicion that he was at least bisexual, because why else would he go to such measures as to not mention the gender of his ex-lovers?

“Fine, let’s start studying.” I muttered, pushing my bangs out of my face and opening my notebooks. “What did we see today in math?”

                Paul didn’t say anything for a long time and I turned to look at him and found him staring at me. Just like that, staring at me. I just kind of got lost in his blue-green eyes. It was such a beautiful color. You couldn’t really tell if his eyes where green with blue highlights or blue with green highlights. The colors just got mixed perfectly. His eyes had both green and blue highlights and the background color of his irises was a perfect mix between blue and green. My bangs fell on my face again and I saw his hand move slowly. My breath hitched when I felt his fingers touching my forehead and pushing my bangs back behind my ear. His fingers lingered for a moment on my ear before they started moving down to my neck. I saw in slow motion as Paul leaned in little by little, all the time staring into my eyes, and then pressed his lips against mine.

                I think I died and went to heaven. His lips were so soft and so warm. I just about melted against him. It started out slow and soft and gentle, him moving his lips slowly against mine and mine moving in response. Then he bit my lower lip and I gasped and he pushed his tongue into my mouth and I think I died a little more. His tongue rubbed against mine and I felt myself kiss him back, our tongues dancing together somewhere between my mouth and his mouth. I felt his hand run through my hair and I remembered why I kept it long: I loved it when people ran their hands through it. I felt a little moan push its way out of my throat and then suddenly it was all over. I felt Paul suddenly pull away from me and I opened my eyes, not knowing when I had closed them. Paul looked a little green around the gills and I started panicking.

“Paul…” I started to say but Paul cut me off by getting up suddenly and stuffing his things into his backpack.

“I… eh, just remembered that I had to… be somewhere else. Eh, see you later.” He said all but running out of my room.

“Paul, wait!” I said as I ran after him, but he was faster than me and he was already by the door when I came out of my room.

“Paul, weren’t you…?” My mom started saying but Paul cut her off.

“Sorry Mrs. Harwood, I forgot I had to be somewhere else. I need to go. Goodnight.” He said before he walked out of the house.

                My mom looked kind of stunned and she blinked a few times before turning to look at me with a confused look.

“What happened?” She asked.

“I wish I knew.” I said, going back into my room.

“Wait, Kyle? What do you…?” My mom started to ask but the rest got cut off when I shut my door.

                I sat on the edge of my bed and held my head in my hands. Just what the fuck happened? Why did he kiss me? Did he like me? Was he attracted to me? But wasn’t he straight? Or at least wasn’t he supposed to be straight? I ran a hand through my hair again. Since when did life get his complicated? I felt my chest tighten as I a bitter thought ran through my mind. Since I decided to fall in love with a straight guy, and a jock at that. My phone started vibrating on the bed and I grabbed it, clicking the answering button without checking the caller.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Kyle! Dude! Finally! I’ve been trying to get a hang of you for about two weeks!” Danny said.

“Uh, yeah, I’ve been busy.” I said.

“Yeah I get that but dude, seriously, just answer a call would you? I thought you were avoiding me or something.” He said in a sulky tone though I knew it was all a fake.

“What? Why? Avoid you for what?” I asked confused, my mood already getting better.

“I don’t know, you’re weird like that, you hold strange grudges.” He said in a teasing tone.

                I chuckled and smiled.

“Hey! I’m not weird! You should know by now that I’m pretty predictable!” I said faking indignity.

“Predictable for who? I was never able to predict how you’d react to a certain event or news!” Danny said and I heard him laughing.

“Bullshit. You always pissed me off on purpose so you do know!” I said.

“Oh you mean, like that time when I pinched you and made you squeal in the middle of the mall?” Danny asked and I could hear the evil smile in his tone.

“Exactly.” I muttered remembering the day.

“Oh and that time when I made you laugh right when you were drinking soda and it came out through your nose?”

“Yeah.” I said.

“How about that one time when…” Danny started to say.

“Yes, Danny all those times, you got the point!” I yelled.

                Danny started laughing and I smiled. I really did miss Danny a lot. It had been a long time since the last time we hanged out.

“Hey, you wanna come over?” I asked.

“What you managed to squeeze in a little time in you tight schedule for me? I feel flattered.” Danny said in a teasing tone.

“Shut up you tool, just tell me if you wanna come over or not.” I said chuckling.

“Hmm…” Danny said thinking it for about a second. “Alright. Mind if I bring Nate and Claire with me? I kind of haven’t given them a copy of the keys and I don’t wanna leave them all alone in the apartment.”

“Sure. I don’t mind.” I said shrugging even though he couldn’t see me.

“Cool. I’ll be there in ten.” Danny said hanging up.

                I got up and off of my bed and went to the door of my room.

“Mom!” I yelled as I opened it.

“Yeah?!” She yelled back.

“Danny, Nate, and Claire are coming over!” I yelled.

“Would you decide already?! Who’s staying for dinner and who isn’t?!” She yelled back at me sounding annoyed.

                I chuckled and went into my room, going into my bathroom and showering quickly before going back into my room and changing into new clothes. Right as I was coming down the stairs the doorbell rang. I went over and opened it to see a smiling Danny, a curious Claire, and an apprehensive looking Nate. So he still didn’t like me, huh? Oh well.

“Hey.” I said smiling at Danny who pushed right past me without waiting for me to invite him in.

                I chuckled and turned to look at the dumbfounded siblings.

“You can come in too.” I said stepping aside.

“Thanks.” Nate said slowly.

                Claire smiled at me and stepped into the house while Nate entered a little more slowly, his eyes never leaving me. Wow, whoever saw him would think that I was a serial killer or something of the sort.

“Danny!” My mom screamed when she saw him.

“Adrienne!” I heard Danny yell back.

                I chuckled and led the two siblings to the kitchen. When we stepped in Danny, who was like, five inches taller than my mother was had her in a bear hug. Finally he let her go with a smile on his face.

“Oh, Danny it’s been more than two weeks since I last saw you on the hospital.” She said smiling at him.

                Then she frowned when she examined him more closely.

“Danny boy, have you lost weight?” My mom asked looking up at him with a frown.

                I frowned and noticed that indeed Danny looked less… bulky. He still had his muscles but somehow he now looked slender. It suited him really. The beefy look from before made him look… well, beefy. I just didn’t know how to explain it, he just looked better like this.

“You’re right mom. It suits you though.” I said smiling and winking at Danny.

                Right then I noticed that he looked a little uncomfortable, his smile just kind of looked less radiant and it looked kind of forced now.

“Yeah, I’ve been… on a diet.” He said.

“Oh that’s a shame, you’re going to have to step out of it tonight because we’re having stir fry.” Mom said smiling at him.

                Danny’s smile returned and I wondered about that.

“Oh don’t worry, I don’t mind stepping out of it if it’s to eat your delicious food.” He said leaning against the counter.

“Hey, I thought you said my food was delicious.” I protested.

“And I thought you said my food was delicious.” Nate added then and I turned to look at him.

“You cook?” I asked.

                Nate shrugged.

“Yeah, I’m not like a professional chef or anything, but I’m good.” He said.

                I was glad about that, at least then Danny wouldn’t die of hunger, or high cholesterol from eating junk food.

“Anyways, decide, whose cooking do you like best?” I asked, turning back to Danny.

“Yeah, tell us.” Nate said turning to look at Danny too.

“Yeah Danny tell them my cooking is the best.” My mom said chuckling.

                Danny looked between us and then he screamed.

“NO!” He yelled running out of the room. “I can’t decide! Please don’t make me decide!” I heard Danny as he climbed up the stairs.

                I chuckled and followed him out of the kitchen.

“Hey! You’re not getting out of this! Tell us who cooks better!” I said as I heard the door to my room close.

“You have to decide!” I heard Nate yell from somewhere behind me.

“NO!” I heard Danny yell.

                I opened the door of my room and scanned it to find Daniel. I saw a lump under the duvet and chuckled. I went over to my bed and poked him.

“Hey!” I heard his muffled protest.

“Tell us.” I said poking him again.

“Decide.” Nate said poking him too.

                I heard a weird giggle and saw Claire step up to poke him as well.

“No! Stop poking me!” I hear Danny whine.

                I looked at Nate and Claire and we all nodded. I counted with my fingers and on three we started poking Danny at the same time.

“NO!” Danny screamed laughing and moving under my duvet, trying to avoid the poking.

“Spill.” I said as I continued poking him.

“ALRIGHT! Alright, alright! Stop, stop! I surrender! I’ll decide!” Danny said.

                We all stopped poking him and Danny poked his face out from under the duvet.

“I decide on… Adrienne.” He said before hiding back in the duvet.

“What? I cook better than my mom!” I yelled faking indignity.

“No you don’t!” I heard my mom yell back from somewhere in the kitchen.

                Nate and Danny chuckled and Claire looked confused. Nate told her something in sign language and she started giggling.

“Why aren’t you insulted?” I asked Nate.

“I can’t say anything, I’ve never tried her cooking.” Nate said shrugging.

                I faked being sulky and sat on my bed crossing my arms.

“Oh come on.” Danny said poking his face from under the duvet again. “You know your mom has been cooking since before you were born so she has like more experience than you do.”

“It’s still not fair.” I said.

“KYLE! Stop sulking and come down! Dinner is ready!” I heard my mom say.

                Danny and Nate laughed and I couldn’t help but laugh along with them. Claire looked confused again and Nate explained while we went out of my room and down the stairs to the dining room. We ate dinner and afterwards Nate said that he thought it was pretty hard to beat a cooking as good as my mother’s. They all laughed and I faked being insulted before I too started laughing. We had fun the rest of the time they spent in my house, just hanging out and fooling around. I had to admit that I thought a couple of times about telling Danny about Paul and me, but then I thought that maybe he still wasn’t over me and that that would hurt him deeply. I also thought about telling him about my nightmares but then I thought that that would make him worry and a worried Danny equaled a pain in the ass. When they were gone and I was already in my sweatpants and shirt, and in my bed, I stared at the ceiling thinking about today. Danny had seemed more like before today, he still wasn’t his normal fool of a self but he was getting there. I thought about the couple of times he seemed uncomfortable and wondered about it. They were mostly whenever I mentioned his eating habits, or how he looked better now than before. What could be making him uncomfortable about that? Maybe he didn’t want people to mention it? I thought then about Paul and the kiss. He was the one that started the kiss. Why would he do that if he was going to run out of my house the second it ended?

                I sighed and turned to the side. With luck I’d see him tomorrow and talk to him about it. I was going to call Danny tomorrow too, I really missed him a lot. He was my best friend after all. I felt my chest tighten when I thought that if he was my best friend, why was I hiding the fact that I liked Paul and that I was having nightmares from him? It was for his best, I thought as I closed my eyes, covering myself with the duvet and hiding under my covers. If I was lucky I wouldn’t dream tonight. Maybe then I’d get some sleep. I sighed again. I was sighing a lot lately. I felt myself falling asleep and didn’t fight it, it had been weeks since the last time I had a decent night of sleep.

                I tried my best to hold in the urge to scream in pain, I knew I needed to do it. Maybe if I cooperated now I would at least get out of this alive. Ryan stopped moving and I felt myself take a little shaky breath of relief when the blinding pain reduced a little. I cried harder the tears now flowing down my cheeks freely when I felt something hot trail down my thighs. God. God please just help me. Please. Just… but all thoughts of God pushed out of my mind when Ryan pushed the whole way in. I really couldn’t help it, I let out a blood-curling scream.

                I sat up and heard someone screaming in the background. I did my best to understand what was going on, looking around, my heart beating frantically in my chest. Then I understood that it had been a nightmare and that I was in my room. The screaming I heard in the background died and I noticed that it had been me; I was the one screaming. I touched my cheeks and felt the hot tears. I pulled my knees to my chest as I felt a new wave of tears hit me. When was I going to stop remembering that damned day? I ran a hand down my face cleaning the tears only to have more spill down my cheeks. My sobs filled the silence of my room. When was this going to stop?