Capítulo 94: Chapter 91
" Nope! Not doing it!"
" Kyle!"
" Not at all, and don't try bribing me because it won't work this time. "
My eleven year old self stared at him in utter disbelief, acting shocked and offended while deep down I asked myself why he had to be so freaking principled.
" You're acting like I want you to help me rob a bank. "
" Don't try to guilt me into it either. "
I groaned angrily and strode to my bed, throwing myself face down onto the mattress.
" Dramatic. " I heard him utter behind me, he was seated at the dressing table, going through a test that had been returned to us earlier that day, finding out his errors and looking them up.
Who the hell did that?! I had one of the lowest scores in class but I didn't let it bother me. He on the other hand had only failed four little questions yet he was getting all bothered over them.
" So you don't care about me?" I finally asked, raising my head and turning to look at him, but he pretended he couldn't even hear me. And I wasn't even asking him for much. I had bought a horror film and I wanted to watch it, but my mom despised them so much there was no way she was going to let us watch it there. And there was no way I was gonna watch it without Kyle. I had bought it with him in mind. But he had said he didn't want to sleep over. We would have been able to watch it while my parents were fast asleep but he just had to ruin it. But because I was an understanding person,I gave him a second option. All he had to do was say we were going out for ice cream and would be back in a few, then we'd go over to his house and watch it from there instead. It was still early, and if she called to ask what was taking so long I could come up with something. I was an expert liar at that point,I could have simply told her we passed by an arcade and had decided to play for a while.
" Just watch it from here, " Kyle said afterwards, when I had given up on convincing him.
" I can't! She keeps checking up on us every ten minutes!"
I watched him from the bed, how he'd shake his head as if he was in conflict with himself. Then he dug a hand into his dark strands and sighed defeatedly. I prevented myself from smiling, I knew I had him. Kyle's greatest disadvantage was the fact that I knew him too well. I knew that when it came to me he could almost never say no. He loved me too much so he always tried to make sure I was somewhat satisfied.
" One hour at most! I don't care whether your film won't be done--" I quickly got off the bed and ran to him, wrapping my hands around him and cutting him off before he completed his statement. He asked me to quit it, shrugging me off with minimum effort because deep down he liked it when I held him. He had admitted to just as much. When I let go, I was still smiling. I quickly went and grabbed the CD I had secretly bought while out with my dad, then I searched for one of my jackets with wide inner pockets and put it on.
" Let's go!" I tapped Kyle's shoulder, he asked me what all the rush was about but I simply held his wrist and pulled him along. My mom had been a little hesitant at first, then she agreed, but I saw her getting her car keys and we had to spend more time assuring her we could go on our own. Kyle insisted on my behalf because she was more likely to hear him out. We said we weren't even going that far, and although she clearly didn't want to, she gave in.
" We could have done this during the weekend, what's the rush?" Kyle asked on our way there, we were walking two times as fast.
" It's too far, plus I've been holding onto this for over two weeks now. "
" Why buy it when all it'll give you is stress?"
" I wanted to. "
" How many times must I tell you? That's not a good enough reason to do things! "
According to him, I had to be more thoughtful before I made any decisions because I had a tendency of acting on impulse. I decided to just concentrate on walking because the faster we got there, the less our chances of getting into trouble would be. He had told me his mom worked till late at night and got up extremely early. But I never asked him questions about his mom because his expressions always made it clear he didn't want to talk about her. When we were about ten minutes away, he reached out and held my hand out of the blue. His eyes still fixed on the path, keen on where we were heading to, but the firm way in which he locked our fingers together told me his thoughts were still with me, and that despite his words and actions, he still cared for me most.
I could brag about it because it was the pure truth. I took first place in Kyle's mind. Not even his mom could beat me. It sounded selfish but those were the facts.
When we got to his house, he took out the key from his pocket and unlocked the door, then he stood aside and ushered me in first.They lived in a small neighborhood, and their house was among the many others located in that area. It was technically big enough for two people, and I liked how neat and well arranged it always was. The tidiness had Kyle written all over it. He didn't say anything after we got in, just pointed to the living room before walking over there and sitting down with his legs crossed. I had only ever been to his house a couple of times, he never liked it when we hang out there. I quickly walked over to the TV, asked him to switch it on before I played the movie and went back to sit next to him. It was my first time watching a horror film, which meant it was Kyle's first time as well because we were together a majority of the time and I would have definitely known if he had watched one before.
" My God!" He exclaimed five minutes in, placing a hand on his chest and looking away, pressing his forehead to my shoulder and probably closing his eyes.
" What kind of movie is this?!" He demanded, and when I reminded him it was a horror film, he shook his head, said the word " Nope!" and immediately stood. Then he got up and walked away, heading to the kitchen and leaving me there alone. I quickly paused the film, them I went after him because there was still no way I was watching it without him.
" Why'd you run off?"
" I can't watch that! Couldn't you have picked a less scary one? "
" You understand what the word horror means, right?"
He gave my reasoning an eye roll. Then he shook his head and asked me if I was hungry. A rhetorical question because I was always hungry. He didn't bother waiting for my reply but rather went over to the fridge and opened it up, and after looking in there for a short while, his face dropped. He closed it, walked to the shelf and opened it up, then he let out a deep breath and scratched his head.
" My mom hasn't gone shopping yet. Sorry, "
I walked over to him. That little thing had managed to suck his mood because he suddenly looked down. I had been about to tell him not to worry about it when I looked up at the shelf and found another better way.
" Is that cereal?"
He followed my gaze and nodded, then he looked at me with a confused expression.
" I love cereal, " I told him. And I watched how he studied me, as if he was trying to unearth something by looking at me with the most curious look, then he looked back up and asked whether I was sure.
" I'd never lie about food, you know that. "
It took a second,but he finally smiled and reached for the box, setting it on the small counter before he went back to the fridge and got some milk. I didn't know where anything was so I let him take out the bowls as well. And after he placed them all on the counter, I stepped forward to help, taking the milk carton and opening it up, but just as I was about to pour it into the bowl, he grabbed my arm and stopped me.
" What are you doing?"
I was completely confused. I looked at the box, then at the bowls....then I glanced up at him and frowned.
" Pouring milk?" I asked. He took the box from.me and set it back down.
" Cereal goes in first silly!"
He opened the box and filled the bowls halfway with the cereal, then he took the milk and poured it inside.
" There's literally no difference!" I muttered after he handed me one, sometimes he was just way too complicated. I gestured to the living room and he shook his head, but then I held his arm and pulled him along. No way was I letting the movie go to waste simply because he was too scared to watch it. He was my own support so he had no choice but to deal with it. When we sat, he did so facing me rather than the screen, his bowl on his lap with one leg crossed and the other stretched out behind me.
" Seriously?"
" I didn't sign up for this, you should have picked something with less blood..It hasn't even been ten minutes and people are dying . "
" It's a horror film, what do you expect it to be like?"
" I wouldn't know, I'm not an expert in that particular field. "
He drove me so mad sometimes. But he was gonna watch it no matter what.
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