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I am just a lowly fan fiction writer.
Kyle casually unlocked the front door of his house, walked in and turned on the lights.
"Hello Dad, I'm home!" He called out into the emptiness, but no one replied.
"Must be at Amy Delucca's house again", Kyle thought to himself. They had only been dating a few months now, and the initial giddiness was yet to wear off. His Father acted like a little puppy dog around Amy. It was unbelievable, like he was in high school all over again. But then again, Kyle didn't really care, as long as they stayed at Amy's house and he didn't have to see them going all gaga over each other.
With that, Kyle lazily walked over to the couch and plopped down with a bowl of nachos and cheese. He casually picked up the remote and began some useless late night channel surfing. He knew he was wasting his time though, nothing good ever came on at this hour of night, but he needed some relaxation anyway. The night shift had been brutal, and the last thing he had eaten in hours was that burger Liz had so generously given him at the crash down a few hours earlier. It had tasted sooo good, and he was so hungry...
"Man, I would kill for one of those burgers right now," Kyle thought. "It was so sweet of Liz to slip my order ahead," He thought, but then again, her sweetness was part of the reason he had fallen for her so hard in the first place. That along with her penetrating deep brown eyes. He could still remember what it was like to be lost in her eyes, and the smell of her skin, the way her lips felt pressed against his… he could still remember everything. But that had been a long time ago, things were different now. Liz was with Max. But Kyle still couldn't help but wonder what might have been, if Max hadn't come along. Of course, if it weren't for Max Liz would be dead, so there was really no point in thinking about it anyway. Max had given her something he could never compare to, he saved her life, and they had some weird alien connection thing going on that he didn't quite understand. Something that had to do with flashes and reading thoughts.
"Man I wish I had magical powers like that," Kyle mused to himself. "Max would have never gotten Liz if I had magical powers. But I guess that is why life isn't fair."
Kyle refocused his attention on the television for a moment; nothing of real entertainment value was on, just some show about blind dates. The couple was really hitting if off too, at the moment they were gazing into each others eyes.
"I feel like I have known you my entire life," the woman whispered to her date,
"I have that exact same feeling," responded the guy, and with that they broke into an intensely passionate kiss. The last woman Kyle had kissed like that was Liz, and he'd be lucky if he ever kissed anyone else like that ever again. Frustrated, he turned off the TV. Leaning even more deeply into the couch, he grabbed another cheesy nacho and stuffed it into his mouth. Between the loud crunches of his midnight snack Kyle's thoughts drifted back to the Crashdown café and the events that had transpired there earlier that evening. Liz had been looking gorgeous, as usual, in her little waitress uniform. He sensed she had been acting a little strange though, a little uneasy, the way she used to act around him back before they had been together, back when she had a humongous crush on him… For a moment there, he almost thought she was going to kiss him, but it must have been his imagination running away with him.
"Liz Parker still have a thing for me? Naa, there is no way that is possible, I am just torturing myself," he reasoned. "Besides, she has a new man now, Max." And truth be told, Max was a pretty cool guy. Once Kyle had gotten over his initial hatred of him for stealing his woman away, they actually become pretty good friends, as unbelievable as that may sound.
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(That same night, Liz is lying on her bed at home contemplating the same things.)
She didn't know what it was, but she just couldn't get Kyle out of her mind. The entire night she had been with Max, thoughts of Kyle had kept creeping up on her. The way he smelled, his smile, his sexy build. Liz had always been drawn to the physique of jocks. She loved the ripped muscles, and toned abs. Sure, Max was strong too, but not like Kyle. Both were gentle and caring, though Max was a little more emotional. But that was totally understandable. Max had a lot more problems then Kyle. He had a child with a mad alien woman for God's sake. But it always seemed like with Max, it was all about her problems. Thanks to him, Liz had endured a crazy roller coaster ride of emotions, a ride that had yet to end. Even though she loved him deeply, Liz couldn't ignore the fact that he had put her through hell more then once.
When she was with Kyle, her problems had been far less dramatic. She never had to worry about aliens coming to take over the world. Kyle's future self had never come to her and told her that the faith of a galaxy depended on her breaking up with her. Sure they had had their own set of problems, but they were nothing like what she experienced with Max. Plus, Max had slept with Tess. Something totally unbelievable. Just thinking about it made her blood boil. The worst part about it was re-experiencing it every time she kissed him. Sure the flashes of Tess had faded with time, but when she kissed Max, she could still sense her, and the feelings Max once had for her. It drove Liz crazy sometimes, feeling the presence of that whore in some of her most intimate moments with the man she loved.
Tears begin to well up in Liz's eyes, but she stubbornly wiped them away with her nightgown. She hated feeling this way. She had to be strong for Max, it tortured him too. But sometimes she just needed to let it all out, to be angry. Bottling up her feelings inside might drive her crazy. She couldn't talk to Max about what she was feeling, but Kyle… Back when they were together, he always had this way of making her feel better, comforting her. Being held close in Kyle's strong arms just had this way of making her feel safe again; like he knew that everything would be okay. She wished for that feeling now.
Liz glanced up at the clock, it was 3 am. What would Kyle think if she showed up at his house at this time of night, would he even be awake? But Liz desperately needed someone to talk to. At one time it wasn't unusual for her to show up at his house at 3 or 4 in the morning. Kyle never seemed to care, he was always glad to see her. Sometimes she would just crawl in his window and lay next to him while he slept. Why couldn't she do that now?
Liz got up and wiped the tears from her eyes. Carefully, she opened her drawer and grabbed a pair of jeans to slip into. She had to be quiet so her parents wouldn't hear her leave. Next, Liz carefully stuffed a few pillows under her covers to make it appear as though she were sleeping in her bed. The next minute she slipped open her window and climbed out into the cool night air. It was only a short walk to Kyle's house. She should be there in a few minutes.
Kyle thought her heard a noise in his room, like someone sliding open his window, the way Liz used to, but he was certain it was just his imagination. The sound of the television drowned out Liz's footsteps on the soft carpet. He didn't even realize she was there until she whispered his name.
"Kyle…"
He turned around to see Liz Parker standing in the doorway to his room. Liz Parker! Maybe had been right, maybe Liz really did still have a thing for him. But he wouldn't let himself get his hopes up. He was probably just jumping to conclusions.
"Liz, what are you doing here!?" He asked, trying not to sound too shocked.
"I just needed someone to talk to…." She said, fighting with her hands. Liz was intensely nervous, she could feel her face become flushed. She was actually standing there, in Kyle Valenti's house at three on the morning; it felt just like old times, almost.
"Well come on, have a seat on the couch." Kyle brushed off a few nacho crumbs and switched off the T.V. He planned to focus all of his attention on her.
"Thanks," she said, as she sat on the place Kyle had cleared for her.
"So what's up?" He asked casually, trying to pretend that he didn't notice the fact that Liz was incredibly nervous.
"Not too much really Kyle, it's just that I have been doing a lot of thinking lately?"
"Really," Kyle replied nonchalantly, "about what?"
"About…about a lot of things. You know that I have been through a lot lately with Max and that whole Tess thing." She replied, trying to keep her cool, but failing. Just mentioning Tess' evoked painful memories.
"I understand," said Kyle, "that must have been really painful." He wasn't sure exactly what she was getting at, but he could see big tears welling up in her eyes.
Liz meant to go on with what she had to say, but she was over come by sobs. Kyle sensed this, and gently took her into his arms.
He held her close and whispered into her ear, "It will be all right, everything is going to be fine… shhh, don't cry." He kissed her gently on her head, seeing her in pain hurt him too. It was like stabbing a knife in to his heart.
At that moment Liz wished that none of this had happened, that Max had never happened. For that moment she wanted to pretend that she was with Kyle, and that he could make everything better.
Kyle casually unlocked the front door of his house, walked in and turned on the lights.
"Hello Dad, I'm home!" He called out into the emptiness, but no one replied.
"Must be at Amy Delucca's house again", Kyle thought to himself. They had only been dating a few months now, and the initial giddiness was yet to wear off. His Father acted like a little puppy dog around Amy. It was unbelievable, like he was in high school all over again. But then again, Kyle didn't really care, as long as they stayed at Amy's house and he didn't have to see them going all gaga over each other.
With that, Kyle lazily walked over to the couch and plopped down with a bowl of nachos and cheese. He casually picked up the remote and began some useless late night channel surfing. He knew he was wasting his time though, nothing good ever came on at this hour of night, but he needed some relaxation anyway. The night shift had been brutal, and the last thing he had eaten in hours was that burger Liz had so generously given him at the crash down a few hours earlier. It had tasted sooo good, and he was so hungry...
"Man, I would kill for one of those burgers right now," Kyle thought. "It was so sweet of Liz to slip my order ahead," He thought, but then again, her sweetness was part of the reason he had fallen for her so hard in the first place. That along with her penetrating deep brown eyes. He could still remember what it was like to be lost in her eyes, and the smell of her skin, the way her lips felt pressed against his… he could still remember everything. But that had been a long time ago, things were different now. Liz was with Max. But Kyle still couldn't help but wonder what might have been, if Max hadn't come along. Of course, if it weren't for Max Liz would be dead, so there was really no point in thinking about it anyway. Max had given her something he could never compare to, he saved her life, and they had some weird alien connection thing going on that he didn't quite understand. Something that had to do with flashes and reading thoughts.
"Man I wish I had magical powers like that," Kyle mused to himself. "Max would have never gotten Liz if I had magical powers. But I guess that is why life isn't fair."
Kyle refocused his attention on the television for a moment; nothing of real entertainment value was on, just some show about blind dates. The couple was really hitting if off too, at the moment they were gazing into each others eyes.
"I feel like I have known you my entire life," the woman whispered to her date,
"I have that exact same feeling," responded the guy, and with that they broke into an intensely passionate kiss. The last woman Kyle had kissed like that was Liz, and he'd be lucky if he ever kissed anyone else like that ever again. Frustrated, he turned off the TV. Leaning even more deeply into the couch, he grabbed another cheesy nacho and stuffed it into his mouth. Between the loud crunches of his midnight snack Kyle's thoughts drifted back to the Crashdown café and the events that had transpired there earlier that evening. Liz had been looking gorgeous, as usual, in her little waitress uniform. He sensed she had been acting a little strange though, a little uneasy, the way she used to act around him back before they had been together, back when she had a humongous crush on him… For a moment there, he almost thought she was going to kiss him, but it must have been his imagination running away with him.
"Liz Parker still have a thing for me? Naa, there is no way that is possible, I am just torturing myself," he reasoned. "Besides, she has a new man now, Max." And truth be told, Max was a pretty cool guy. Once Kyle had gotten over his initial hatred of him for stealing his woman away, they actually become pretty good friends, as unbelievable as that may sound.
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(That same night, Liz is lying on her bed at home contemplating the same things.)
She didn't know what it was, but she just couldn't get Kyle out of her mind. The entire night she had been with Max, thoughts of Kyle had kept creeping up on her. The way he smelled, his smile, his sexy build. Liz had always been drawn to the physique of jocks. She loved the ripped muscles, and toned abs. Sure, Max was strong too, but not like Kyle. Both were gentle and caring, though Max was a little more emotional. But that was totally understandable. Max had a lot more problems then Kyle. He had a child with a mad alien woman for God's sake. But it always seemed like with Max, it was all about her problems. Thanks to him, Liz had endured a crazy roller coaster ride of emotions, a ride that had yet to end. Even though she loved him deeply, Liz couldn't ignore the fact that he had put her through hell more then once.
When she was with Kyle, her problems had been far less dramatic. She never had to worry about aliens coming to take over the world. Kyle's future self had never come to her and told her that the faith of a galaxy depended on her breaking up with her. Sure they had had their own set of problems, but they were nothing like what she experienced with Max. Plus, Max had slept with Tess. Something totally unbelievable. Just thinking about it made her blood boil. The worst part about it was re-experiencing it every time she kissed him. Sure the flashes of Tess had faded with time, but when she kissed Max, she could still sense her, and the feelings Max once had for her. It drove Liz crazy sometimes, feeling the presence of that whore in some of her most intimate moments with the man she loved.
Tears begin to well up in Liz's eyes, but she stubbornly wiped them away with her nightgown. She hated feeling this way. She had to be strong for Max, it tortured him too. But sometimes she just needed to let it all out, to be angry. Bottling up her feelings inside might drive her crazy. She couldn't talk to Max about what she was feeling, but Kyle… Back when they were together, he always had this way of making her feel better, comforting her. Being held close in Kyle's strong arms just had this way of making her feel safe again; like he knew that everything would be okay. She wished for that feeling now.
Liz glanced up at the clock, it was 3 am. What would Kyle think if she showed up at his house at this time of night, would he even be awake? But Liz desperately needed someone to talk to. At one time it wasn't unusual for her to show up at his house at 3 or 4 in the morning. Kyle never seemed to care, he was always glad to see her. Sometimes she would just crawl in his window and lay next to him while he slept. Why couldn't she do that now?
Liz got up and wiped the tears from her eyes. Carefully, she opened her drawer and grabbed a pair of jeans to slip into. She had to be quiet so her parents wouldn't hear her leave. Next, Liz carefully stuffed a few pillows under her covers to make it appear as though she were sleeping in her bed. The next minute she slipped open her window and climbed out into the cool night air. It was only a short walk to Kyle's house. She should be there in a few minutes.
Kyle thought her heard a noise in his room, like someone sliding open his window, the way Liz used to, but he was certain it was just his imagination. The sound of the television drowned out Liz's footsteps on the soft carpet. He didn't even realize she was there until she whispered his name.
"Kyle…"
He turned around to see Liz Parker standing in the doorway to his room. Liz Parker! Maybe had been right, maybe Liz really did still have a thing for him. But he wouldn't let himself get his hopes up. He was probably just jumping to conclusions.
"Liz, what are you doing here!?" He asked, trying not to sound too shocked.
"I just needed someone to talk to…." She said, fighting with her hands. Liz was intensely nervous, she could feel her face become flushed. She was actually standing there, in Kyle Valenti's house at three on the morning; it felt just like old times, almost.
"Well come on, have a seat on the couch." Kyle brushed off a few nacho crumbs and switched off the T.V. He planned to focus all of his attention on her.
"Thanks," she said, as she sat on the place Kyle had cleared for her.
"So what's up?" He asked casually, trying to pretend that he didn't notice the fact that Liz was incredibly nervous.
"Not too much really Kyle, it's just that I have been doing a lot of thinking lately?"
"Really," Kyle replied nonchalantly, "about what?"
"About…about a lot of things. You know that I have been through a lot lately with Max and that whole Tess thing." She replied, trying to keep her cool, but failing. Just mentioning Tess' evoked painful memories.
"I understand," said Kyle, "that must have been really painful." He wasn't sure exactly what she was getting at, but he could see big tears welling up in her eyes.
Liz meant to go on with what she had to say, but she was over come by sobs. Kyle sensed this, and gently took her into his arms.
He held her close and whispered into her ear, "It will be all right, everything is going to be fine… shhh, don't cry." He kissed her gently on her head, seeing her in pain hurt him too. It was like stabbing a knife in to his heart.
At that moment Liz wished that none of this had happened, that Max had never happened. For that moment she wanted to pretend that she was with Kyle, and that he could make everything better.
