Chapitre 110: Chapter 107
I woke up before he did the following day. It was around eight, and Kyle was still fast asleep. But we had only an hour before Miles came by to pick up, so we had to get up and get ready to leave. I dug my hand through Kyle's hair and kept it there, pushing back the strands from his forehead and holding them in place. I was never gonna get enough of how good he looked. His features just calmed me. That day, all those years ago, when I had sat next to him in the bus and grown interested in him for the first time, it had been because of how pretty his eyes were. As well as how he had made it his goal to ignore me entirely. Of course back then it had been nothing but innocent curiosity that drove me to want to get closer to him. And I recall wondering how come after so much time of being in the same class, he had never picked my interest as much as he had in that single moment. Perhaps I had avoided him because he was too smart, and he had avoided me because he found me intimidating. He was literally clinging to me with everything he had. His legs wrapped around me and his head on my chest. I knew I ought to wake him up but I decided to wait for a few minutes and watch him sleep. I tried to imagine how it would have been had we never moved there.
I would have never reunited with him, he would have continued being a painful memory, a part of my history that hurt me whenever I thought about it.
Because I had never in all that time forgotten about him.....if only he knew. If he was aware of how insane I had been without him he would have been shocked. If I told him that I'd just randomly ride my bike over to his old house even though a new family had moved in, that I would go to the places we had frequently gone to just so I could relived those times. And once I got older, I had tried to find him on social media, but somehow I never came up with anything. I had never forgotten him, and it had reached a certain point where I had been so desperate to do so that I had tried anything that can to mind. Then I had seen him again and the overwhelming feelings of both joy, shock and anticipation had coursed through me with dangerous speed. Even though it had been over five years, all it had taken was a single glance and I had known it was him. I softly kissed his forehead and held onto him when tighter, closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath, deciding to gift him about ten more minutes of sleep,but then I felt him shift.
He lazily opened his eyes and looked up at me, slightly raising his head for a better view.
" What time is it?"He asked afterwards, and when I told him, he placed his head back on my chest and groaned in clear dissatisfaction. He was still sleepy, and I could very well understand why.
" I have to call in sick today, otherwise I might get into trouble, "
" You can do that later, "
I had always been serious about how sexy his voice sounded in the morning, while he was still half asleep. That deep and somehow gravelly tone which he dragged out in the most unintentionally appealing manner.
" You should go shower first, I'll wake up once you're done. "
" Nah, it's better if we just do it together. "
He weakly hit my shoulder and sighed defeatedly.
" I knew you'd say that. "
" Just try and get up, I know you're tired but I promise we'll come back home immediately after the race and rest. Okay?"
He didn't respond, and when I looked at him, it was to find him already back to sleep, I tapped him awake and then forced him to sit up. Then I pulled away the blanket and he asked me what my problem was. I found his current state cute and entertaining. But I still felt a little guilty because I knew I was responsible for his exhaustion, as well as making him not go to work. I could tell how much that job meant to him, I knew he wanted to save as much as possible for his future. But I wished he wouldn't worry so much since he had me and there was no way I was going to let him tire himself out like that when I could easily help him out. His ego was however extremely huge, and I also didn't want to get him upset so it was better for me to find an opportune time to bring the issue up.
After some struggle, I eventually had him in the shower, then afterwards we got dressed and he quickly finished up with the laundry he had been folding the previous night before we got too busy. He was finally completely awake and I was glad. I left him to finish up while I made some much needed coffee. At moments like that I really wished I had my alcohol flask. I had bought another one after Kyle decided to throw mine in the trash, but I never carried it around if I knew there were chances of him seeing it and possibly getting upset. Alcohol was a very sensitive subject when it came to him. His mum had made him experience things a young child shouldn't have had to experience. Once, just a few weeks before my falling out with Kyle, I had heard my parents talking about his situation, and the word child services had come up. My immense movie knowledge had made me recognize the word immediately, and I recall holding onto my mum's hand that night when she had come to tuck me in to bed, and I had asked her not to separate Kyle from his mother because despite everything, he had always told me he loved her. He'd defend her without reason, we'd be talking about a different subject and then out of the blue he would tell me that his mum wasn't really a bad person. That she just had a lot to think about and was going through a lot. And speaking of his mother, I found her in the kitchen when I got there, flipping through the pages of a magazine with one hand and holding onto a coffee mug with the other. She had been leaning against the counter and she remained that way even after I approached and stood right next to her.
She looked up at me, and I simply stood there without a clue of what to do or how to act.
" Coffee's over there, " she informed me , I gave her a curt nod and mumbled my thanks before walking over to the coffee and pouring two mugs. Then I began contemplating whether to take one to Kyle in the bedroom or just wait there till he eventually finished up and joined us.
" So are you and Kyle like a thing or is it just for the thrill?" His mum asked me when I had been about to carry both the mugs to his room. I stopped and looked up at her, but she was still invested in her magazine.
" We're seeing each other. It's not for fun, I'm serious about him. "
" Whoa, chill kid. What're you like fifteen?"
I didn't even find it surprising that she didn't know how old Kyle was. Parenting really wasn't something she was good at.
I didn't bother to inform her either. Both our birthdays were gonna be on the following month and I had always liked how close to each other they were.
I realized that his mum assumed we were too young to be serious about each other. Maybe she, just like a number of other people , thought what Kyle and I had was short-term teenage love and it was bound to fade eventually, but he was my soulmate. Like I had once told him, one day we were going to inevitably get married. It sounded like a stupid childhood fantasy but I wasn't the type to joke about such things. I was going to do everything in my power to keep him right by me.
" Is he still asleep?" She then asked and I told her he was already up.
" Doesn't he have to get to work?"
" He's actually not going today, we're going somewhere. "
I patiently waited for her to ask where it was we were going but she never did. Then some minutes later, she stood up straight and placed the coffee on the counter, a serious expression on her face. She was fully dressed in faded blue jeans and a black button down shirt. It was clear she had intentions of going out. She asked me what my name was because she had already forgotten, and after I did so, she combed a hand through her hair and turned towards the direction of Kyle's room, a thoughtful look on her face.
" Can I ask you something?"
I was a little on edge because I knew she was capable of asking me anything she felt like even if it ended up making me uncomfortable. But I still told her to go ahead. She licked her lips..then ran a hand over her face.
" He ever talk about me? And if so, what does he say?"
Okay, out of everything I had expected her to ask, that was the last possible thing.
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