Authors Notes: I really enjoyed Margaritaville, but I just couldn't imagine Kyle being in debt for the rest of his life, so I decided I'd write something about it to help ease the pain that some of us Kyle fans feel right now.

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Kyle lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, a single question running through his mind.

Had he made the right choice?

He had been so sure at the time, but now…

Tears formed in his eyes and he pounded his fist against the bed in anger. "It's not fair!" he cried. "I went almost $500,000 in debt for everyone in this town, and what did they do? They forgot all about it!"

"Why God?" he asked, "is this some kind of cruel joke? Do you find this funny? WHAT IS YOUR LOGIC!?"

"Mommy's not going to be happy if she hears you talking like that."

Kyle sat up, startled. "Jesus Ike, you startled me."

The young Canadian stood in Kyle's doorway, wearing his suit and holding a large briefcase. He took a moment to straighten out his tie before entering.

"Ike, why do you wear that thing to kindergarten?"

"Why do you wear that hat?"

Kyle was momentarily caught off guard, he hadn't been expecting a retort like that.

"Besides," Ike continued, "I wasn't at school today."

"You weren't?" Kyle was shocked, he hadn't even noticed his little brother wasn't in school that day. Come to think of it, this was the first he had seen of Ike all day. "Shit!" swore Kyle under his breath. "My little brother goes missing and I didn't even realize it."

"Don't be so hard on yourself," said Ike as he put down the briefcase. "Besides, you've been under a lot of stress lately."

"Tell me about it."

"Don't worry about it Kyle."

"What do you mean, don't worry about it? I'm almost half a million dollars in debt and…"

"Not anymore Kyle."

"What?"

Ike smiled and opened the briefcase. Kyle felt his jaw drop. The briefcase was full of money. Kyle opened his mouth to ask a question, but no words came out.

"Wall Street." said Ike triumphantly, knowing what Kyle was trying to say.

Finally Kyle managed to piece together a coherent sentence. "Ike…are you saying that you went to Wall Street and made all this money…for me?"

"Well, this is yours," said Ike closing the briefcase and handing it to Kyle, "I put all mine in a Swiss bank."

Kyle froze, completely stunned. "Well I'm off to finger paint at Filmore's house, bye!"

Ike hopped out the door, closing it behind him, leaving Kyle alone in his room with $500,000 and a dumb expression on his face.

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There, I feel so much better now that Kyle is out of debt! I realize that this was really short and not very good, but hopefully things will pick up in chapter 2. I'll try to have it up by next week.