Title: Holding Hands.
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'Kyle…uh…I need to talk to you.' He said shyly scratching the back of his neck.
I felt butterflies in my stomach and my heart bet harder at his voice. (I have a crush on him since last year, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't feel the same…he straight as hell!)
'Sorry, Stan. I gotta go. If get home late, my mom will freak out and call the cops!'
'Kyle, trust me. It's really important.' He says in a serious tone.
'Uh…sure. Let's go to the music room, nobody is there now.'
The bell rings as I finish speaking. Suddenly, a bunch of people, boys and girls, head towards the opposite direction of the music room and is hard not to get lost.
I can't see him anymore. He is on the opposite side of the running crowd.
'Stan?'
'Right here.' He says as he holds my hand smiling and starts running in the hallway. Everybody leaves, but he is still holding my hand. He interlaces our fingers, like couples are used to do. I blush and stare at our hands with a confused look. He chuckles and stops walking, but I only notice he stopped after I almost trip over my own feet cause my hand is holding his.
'Stan, why did you stop? We gotta g-'
'Kyle, there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a long while. But first you'll have to promise me something.' He grabs my other hand.
'Alright.' I nodded.
'Promise you'll still be my best friend after this.'
'I promise…what's going on, Stan?'
He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
'Kyle...I'm in love with someone and…I want you to know who is-'
'Stan, I want to tell you som-'
I'm interrupted by a pair of warm lips brushing sweetly against mine. I kiss him back and I can feel him grinning. He pulls back after some seconds.
'I love you.' We say at the same time and then we chuckle.
He pulls me into a hug and strokes my hair.
'Sometimes it worth having your mom calling the cops, doesn't it?'
'totally.'
The end. Please review. I know it sucks.