"If I Could Turn Back Time"
"My first Christmas out and I can't even spend it with the
man I love." Oliver said as he walked over to the
refrigerator, took out a beer and opened it.
"I have nothing to lose." Oliver put it up to his lips, and
closed his eyes.
"Damn it, Fish! Don't." Kyle said, knocking the glass of
brandy out of his boyfriend's hand.
"Why do you wanna get messed up tonight? Talk to me."
"My Dad, he just doesn't get that I love you. No, he doesn't
get me."
"Oh, okay, so you're gonna give him the satisfaction of
getting plastered? I thought you were better than that,
better than him."
Kyle looked in Oliver's eyes.
"Guess I was wrong."
"No, I can't do this. Not again"
Oliver said aloud as he poured the beer down the sink, and
grabbed his keys.
"Ha! I love it!" Kyle told his boyfriend Nick, as he gently
hugged the stuffed animal bear against his chest.
Oliver walked up to the door, and gently knocked on it.
"Who could that be?" Nick asked.
"I don't know."
Kyle secretly hoped it was….
"Oliver."
"Merry Christmas, Kyle."
"You too."
"I'll leave you two alone & I'll go get breakfast. Pancakes,
right?"
"French toast. Kyle hates pancakes." Oliver corrected him.
Some boyfriend you are, moron." Oliver thought, and moved
out of Nick's way, who was beyond irritated and stormed out
of the apartment.
"If he comes back with syrup, you're gonna freak."
Oliver smiled at the memory.
"May I come in?"
"You don't have to ask."
Oliver walked in and sat on the bed.
"What?"
"Fish, get up and sit somewhere else."
"Why? Your bed's comfortable. Velvet sheets and pillow cases
are the best"
"You're killing me here, Fish."
"I can see that. Too bad you have a boyfriend, I'd gladly
help you out of that situation."
"He won't be back for awhile. I sent him to the palace. Now,
please, help me."
"I would, but…"
"Assault on Waverly Street." Oliver heard John say on the
radio.
"I'm on duty."
Oliver got up and tapped Kyle on the chest.
"Sorry."
He left Kyle's apartment with a smile on his face.
"Oliver! Hey Fish! Get up!" Layla said, pouring cold water
on her boyfriend.
"Hey! What the… Layla?"
"Yeah? it's 11AM. I'm starving."
"So eat."
Oliver pulled the covers over his head.
"I just thought… Nothing, forget it." Layla walked out,
Slamming the door, as she heard the doorbell ring.
"Uuugghh. Hold on a minute." Layla yelled as she threw on
slippers.
"Merry Christmas Layla."
"What's so merry about it, Kyle?"
"I don't know, just trying to be nice is all. Is Oliver
here?"
"In bed. Maybe you can get him up."
"Okay, thanks." Kyle walked past Layla and straight to
Oliver's room.
He knocked on the door.
"Go away!"
Kyle opened the door.
"Even me?"
"Kyle…come in, please."
Kyle walked in, shutting the door.
"Merry Christmas, Oliver."
"Merry Christmas, Kyle."
Oliver tapped the space next to him.
"Sit with me."
"That's not a good idea."
"I won't kiss you."
"You want too."
"Kyle, just sit with me!" Oliver said sternly.
"Oohh…Officer Fish is getting snippy."
"Am not!"
Kyle walked over to the bed, and sat on the edge.
"Better?"
"No…" Oliver threw the covers off & got out of bed, and sat
next to Kyle.
"This is what I meant."
"Are you cold?"
"Yeah, give me my snuggie, please. It's on the chair."
"This thing?"
Kyle reached over and handed the blue snuggie to Oliver.
"Hey! Don't make fun of the snuggie! It's comfortable!"
Oliver said putting it on.
"You're just jealous you don't have one."
"Right." Kyle laughed.
"It's big enough for both of us, and I love you so much that
I'm willing to share."
Oliver blurted out those three words, three words he hadn't
said to anyone since college.
"I love you too." Kyle said. It was barely audible.
Layla Williamson sat in the kitchen eating breakfast alone.
"Why is he doing this? I don't deserve this!"
"Deserve what?"
Cristian walked in.
"To be eating breakfast alone, while Oliver and Kyle are in
Oliver's bedroom." Layla angrily placed in the spoon in the
dish.
"No, you don't." Cristian sat next to her, taking her hand.
"I want to be with you, please tell me it's not too late for
us."
"It's not. Oliver, you should tell Layla before this goes
any further though."
"I know. The last thing I want to do is hurt her. Honestly,
I'm feeling a bit claustrophobic."
Kyle started to take off his half of the snuggie.
"No, that's not what I mean. I feel like the closet walls
are caving in on me, and I can't breathe."
Kyle kissed him.
"Better?"
"Much."
"You have to tell him, Layla."
"I know, Cris. I don't want to hurt him."
"I know, but he's a good guy, he'll understand."
Cris kissed Layla.
"I'm sure Evangeline would too."
Oliver walked out of his bedroom, and a few minutes later he
was joined by Kyle.
"Listen Layla…"
"Oliver, we have to talk…"
"I'm sick of living a lie…"
"I know you love Kyle. I knew it all along."
"Who didn't?" Cris laughed.
"It feels good to hear other people tell Oliver that." Kyle
said.
"So, are you and Cris…?"
"I guess. I really don't know."
Layla looked at Cris.
"Why, Layla, are you asking me out?"
"Yes."
"You just answered your own question."
Cris took Layla in his arms and kissed her.
"So, Kish, y'all want to join us for breakfast?"
Kyle & Oliver laughed.
"What did you just call us?"
"Kish. Kyle plus Fish."
"Oh okay…Cayla"
Oliver gestured toward Cris & Layla, then looked at Kyle.
"What do you think?"
"About the Kish thing or breakfast?"
"Both."
"The Kish thing is pretty cool." he laughed.
"I was hoping we could have breakfast alone." Oliver and
Cris both said to Kyle and Layla.
"Where would like to go?"
"My Place? I'll cook for you."
Kyle suggested.
"Sounds wonderful. Catch you later Cayla!"
"See ya, Kish!" Cris & Layla both said as the door shut
behind Kyle and Oliver.
"What are you making?" Oliver asked.
"Whatever my sexy police officer boyfriend desires." Kyle
said, turning the doorknob and walking in his apartment.
"What if I didn't want breakfast, and just wanted you?"
"Didn't your Mother ever tell you it isn't right to have
dessert first, Officer?"
"I guess so." Oliver shrugged.
"So, what'll it be?"
"French toast, please."
"Powdered sugar?"
"Of course. People who eat syrup with French toast are
weird." Oliver laughed.
"Hey!" Kyle playfully hit him in the arm.
"This is good, you were always a good cook."
Oliver smiled at Kyle.
"You know, you have syrup on the corner of your mouth."
"Oh, sorry."
Oliver kissed him.
"That's better."
"Are you on duty today?"
"Unfortunately. A 24 starting at three."
"You love being a cop."
"I love you more."
"As a cop and doctor, we need to take time whenever and
wherever we can." Kyle said, finishing his coffee.
"I wish I could turn back time. This is the way it always
Should've been." Oliver said, kissing Kyle deeply as his
phone rang.