Chapter 1
He came in through the wind
Like a leaf in the breeze
Flowing in my window
To kiss me on my cheek
Kyle sighed and shut his diary, the book he kept all of his poetry in. The reader will now imagine a lovely young girl flying through the window but no! It wasn't a schoolgirl Kyle dreamed of at night, it was his best friend Stan. His best friend! The boy who was now turning into a man.
Kyle ran downstairs for breakfast with Ike. Then he went outside to the bus stop. The red sign reflected harsh sunlight into his eyes. He saw Stan, the only one he could ever love, the love of his life, walk up to him.
"Hey Kyle," he said.
"Hi St-stan," he stammered. Oh those sapphire eyes. They bore into him like a bluebird into its nest, fluttering its wings wildly. Stan was like a gypsy, only selling tear-stained pillow cases and sleepless nights-and the hope that those soft lips would crash against his one day in a night of uninhibited passion.
"Dude, are you okay?" Stan asked.
Oh, if he only knew! He wasn't okay, would never be until he confessed his love.
"Actually, I have something I need to tell you."
It was at that moment the bus screeched to a halt in front of them, like a tiger halts in front of its prey. Kyle's gypsy love would have to wait until later to hear those immortal words.
"Actually...I'll tell you later dude." Kyle said.
Stan nodded. "Okay dude." And they boarded the bus.