Chapter Eight

~~Kyle~~

I woke up early today. I usually don't wake up this early because it's a Saturday, but I bet that Dylan has to use the bathroom extremely bad. I looked out my window to see if my mom was gone. Thank god that she was. I ran down the stairs in sweats and a white t shirt. I opened the basement door and walked down to spot a sleeping beauty. He looks so innocent sleeping there. I chuckled and sat down next to him.

"Hey." I whispered. He grunted and turned over to face me.

"Why are you sitting on my bed?" He asked.

"Technically it's my bed."

"I mean, why are you staring at me like that?"

"Like what?" I asked innocently. He rolled his eyes and sat up.

"I'll go make us some breakfast. What do you want?" I asked. He shrugged and mumbled something. I looked at him in confusion.

"I said I didn't want anything." He exclaimed. I shook my head and slapped his arm.

"You are eating." I demanded. He nodded nervously and told me he wanted cereal. I walked up the stairs and made us a bowl of cereal. Wait.... What kind does he like? I wondered while looking at the six different boxes of cereal.

I'll just give him what I am having. Cinnamon toast crunch. I licked my lips and put the bowls down on the island. I poured us some orange juice and waited for him to come out of the bathroom.

He walked into the kitchen and looked at me suspiciously. He then smiled and sat down.

"How'd you know this is my favorite?" He asked. Oh my god! I got it right!

"I guess I know you better then you know yourself." I said, trying to keep my cool. He chuckles and started to eat. I watch how cute he is eating his cereal. I want to kiss him so badly right now, it's crazy. But what if he doesn't feel the same about me?

Dylan knows how to get under my skin so easily. I never felt like this for anyone, ever. Why now? Why Dylan? He's a broke boy.... Why do I care about Dylan so much? Why do I feel this way about him?

He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Like what you see?" He asked sarcastically.

"Not really." I lied and giggled. We finished eating breakfast and he went upstairs to take a shower.

I started cleaning up when he forgot his clothes. I ran down into the basement and got him a pair of clothes. I ran back up and into the bathroom. I need to buy this boy some new clothes. These are all faded out and everything else.

I knocked on the door and walked in.

"Hey, you forgot some clothes so I brought you some." I informed.

"Th-Thank you." He stuttered nervously. I chuckled and hear my mom yell for me. She was right by the bathroom door. Shit! I opened the shower curtain and jumped into the shower. I covered Dylan's mouth as he gasped.

"Kyle!" Mom shouted and walked into the bathroom.

"Yeah mom?" I asked.

"Do you know how the closet door got fixed?" She asked. I looked over at Dylan. He started blushing. I rolled my eyes and chuckled.

"I fixed it mom. I know that you always gripped about that." I lied.

"Well thank you sweetie!" She said and walked out of the bathroom. She shuts the door and I hear her walking away.

"Close one." I said. I looked down at Dylan's naked body. I wiggled my eyebrows as I see his package.

"Can you please go?" He blushed. I winked at him and walked out of the bathroom.