Kyle X Barrett

Waking up under the suns rays warmed his numb body from the cold night. Getting ready for another day, he packs his stuff and heads towards the port on Blessia Island. The wind blows through his auburn hair and it falls on his forhead. The sail back to the village takes a few hours, the slow and steady rocking of the boat on the calm waters sooths his tense, tired body. Sleeping in a dungon is nice, but it has it's draw backs, for instance, the moment you wake up you come face to face with a monster, only to have to fight it off your back and make it to the entrance. Slowly Kyle lets his soft chocolate eyes close.

The calm wind rustles the leaves on the grassy ground. Kyle gazes around and familarizes himself with his surroundings. The stairs, the decorated fence, the big tree painted with pink petals. Cherry Blossom Square. The first place he had stumbled upon in Alvarna. Of course he'd dream about it, how obvious. Kyle takes in the fresh, crisp, sweet scent before turning around. His gaze falls on a figure with brown hair and icy blue eyes. His posture relaxed and casual. Winds circle around him, sweeping his loose hairs around in a disray. Pink petals falling around him. Soon, blue met brown and a warm flicker spiked into a roaring fire in Kyle's chest. He would have torn his gaze away from the other males, to hide his obvious flush. Instead, he moved closer towards the other boy, each step fanning the blazing fire, hotter and hotter into his pounding chest. Their eyes never left eachother. Before turning around and running became an option there he stood, infront of the introvert male.

"Hey Barrett," he breathed.

". . . Hey"

Nervous, Kyle looked around the square thinking of something to say. Why is he in my dream? His mind pressed this qeuston over and over again and it never got an answer. Coincidence, he concluded. Of course I'd dream of him, hes a friend! I've must have had a million dreams of everyone in the town his conscience assured him over and over again. But the reassurace didn't quite reach his rationalities. The setting was almost . . No . . It was too romantic for any casual dream. His reactions were also to romantic for feelings for a friend. Do I . . -

"What do you want?" Barretts cold voice cut through his thoughts and brought him back to the cherry filled square.

"I-I was just wondering . . . W-whats your favorite thing to eat, Barrett?" Kyle covered, playing forth his big, goofy grin.

"Why would you want to know that?"

". . . " Kyles grin stayed on his face

"I like fish . . Like Salmon for example. Thats all you need to know"

His grin faded and Kyle stared at Barrett. He's a fish eating guy, huh.

"What now?" Barrett asked, obviously annoyed.

"Huh?What?Oh!Nothing!Hahaha. . . ." Kyle blurted.

"Your really strange do you know that?"

Kyle sighs and looks down.

"Don't take it the wrong way," Barrett assures him

"Your the only one who actually talks to me and tries to get to know me. Everyone else is scared of me, they don't even spare me a glance, but you take time out of your day and talk to me. Even if its out of your way," Barrett continues

"Thats why I think your weird. Why do you do it?"

Kyles heart skips a beat and his face flushes. For a moment, everything dissapeared and it was just him standing on a black plane. Kyle looks into the peircing blue eyes, contemplating his answer. He's a good person! Of course I'd want to go out of my way to talk to a good person! He's also a good friend! His more rational side explains to him. If he was 'just' a friend would you be so nervous about a simple answer to a simple qeuston? Your hearts pounding, your face is flushed. Its obvious hes more then a friend.

Kyle blinks and his eyes widen. Was his less rational side right? He had to admit, Barrett always left him more then a little breathless and a loss of words. Even the sight of him takes him aback. Kyle gulps. Was he going to say that he was a good person or someone he held sincere feelings for? What if he didn't feel the same way? His mind had gotton more qeustons then answers. His tounge was faster then his mind at making decisions.

"Barrett . . . I really like -"

Almost instantly, a cold rush ran across and through Kyles body. His eyes hurried open and he shot himself up from the small, wooden boat. His breath rushed as he gazed around and caught sight of a pair of big, violet eyes peering down at him.

Authors Notes:

Thanks for reading!! Well this is my first chapter for my story. Please reveiw so I can get better. This is the first story I started to create that will actually have chapters. I'm not sure how long I'll have it. Thats still in the progressing stage, but my chapters are really short. I hope you enjoyed my work. Thanks again.

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