Chapter 10

Kyle's POV

I strolled down the corridor with one of my arms swinging at my side and the other hand was wrapped around Emma's tiny hand. I smiled down at our loosely linked fingers before squeezing my hand tighter around hers' for a second to attract her attention. She glanced up to meet my gaze. Emma was my girlfriend and had been for ten months now. But I had kept her a secret from my family. She was small and slim-the stereotypical body frame for a gymnast such as her. Her hair was long, straight and honey-blonde in colour. But her eyes were my favourite feature. I like to describe them as moonlight blue because they are blue but a slight grey is obvious in them. The top of Emma's head was just about the same height as my shoulder and I found her adorable. She was bubbly; happy; chirpy; perfect. We were on our way to science-as it was almost the end of break. The light summer drizzle tapped on the windows of the corridor as we continued to walk.

"Do you want to come over later? My mum has really missed you." She smirked. Emma's family knew about me. I was completely welcome at their house and her mum seemed to love me. I smiled apologetically down at her tiny face.

"Sorry I can't. Its Danny's mum's birthday so all the adults are going for a meal with her and I have to babysit."

I didn't really know what to expect for her reaction. But she wasn't clingy so it was usually good. Emma smiled and gave my hand a gentle squeeze, as I had done to her.

"It's fine. I'll have to try to let my mum down easy so that she doesn't get her heart broken though."

"Tell her that I'm so sorry and I was really looking forward to seeing her." I chuckled. "But if the kids don't kill me then I'll come over tomorrow and spend all day with her."

We arrived at the science classroom to see our small group of friends huddled together around the door. Emma's friends and my friends had been united by us and it turned out that we all got along really well; except for a few of Emma's friends that never really hung around us anymore. They used to stick to Emma like flies around rubbish: annoying, stubborn and loud. But they mustn't like me because after a few weeks of putting up with me, they disappeared-much to Em's delight. My three closest friends-Liam, Josh and Curtis-were stood laughing with Emma's two closest friends-Chloe and Jamie. Liam was slightly smaller than me with light brown-almost blond-hair and blue eyes. He was also skinny like a twig. Josh had dark brown hair, blue eyes and a relatively big nose. I always teased him for it. Then he would jump on me. Curtis was the tallest with bright blonde hair and brown eyes. Chloe had straight, silky dark brown hair with hazel eyes. Jamie's full name was Jamie-Louise but if we so much as called her Jamie-Lou she would murder us. She had wavy strawberry blond hair and deep brown eyes. Jamie was even smaller than Emma and she was a lot shyer.

"Hey there guys!" Curtis shouted in a goofy voice, not caring about the crowds of people walking past. He then bounded forward and grinned. I high-fived him. Curtis glanced at our joined hands before frowning.

"I feel left out." So he placed out his hand for Emma with a child-like grin on his face. She laughed heartily and took it so that she was joined to both of us. Curtis was a lot like Danny. We walked back over to the others, receiving funny looks from the passing year sevens but not being concerned by their thoughts. This is what we were like and we weren't about to change just because people looked at us strangely. I loved my friends. We stood outside until the bell rang and other members of our class began to arrive. After a few more minutes of waiting, our teacher swung open the door and we filed into the big white room. The room was very lengthy with four long, white tables stretched out to form two rows. Each seat had a plug socket on the desk in front of it and there were sinks around the edge of the room for practical experiments. The teacher's clattered desk was at the front in the middle of the room with a huge interactive whiteboard behind it.

"Ok guys; grab a book because we're starting Biology Unit 2 today!" Mr Cawner piped with false enthusiasm. He obviously knew how we would feel about this-even before the entire class let out an extended groan.

"Sir that's sexist."

No one even needed to look to see who had made that comment. It was Erin. Erin was a tall, stick-thin girl with jet black hair and rather big front teeth who always had something to say about anything. I rolled my eyes. She really couldn't keep her opinions to herself sometimes.

"I...I'm sorry Erin, what was sexist?" Mr Cawner stammered, completely taken aback. I don't understand why.

"You said 'guys' sir. But some of us are girls." She drawled slowly as if he were stupid.

"Oh well I apologize. Ok people, grab a book." He quickly turned his back to her and logged onto his computer. I moved to sit down on my lab stool on the back row on the right-hand side of the room. Josh sat in-front of me but a few seats to the left. So he turned around to face me and made a face as if to say oh for god's sake. I nodded at him. Neither I nor Josh exactly liked Erin. We had really tried when we first met her but for some reason she seemed to loathe me. Chloe suggested that it was because I was famous. But surely not?

Luckily Liam, who was my closest friend besides Evanna, sat next to me in this class. We basically just chatted through most of these lessons. But today I wasn't really in the mood for talking so I tried to pay attention to what Mr Cawner was saying; but my eyes kept drifting over to Emma. She sat on the same desk as Josh but on the end seat. She wore a plain white t-shirt, a navy blue tie and a navy blue pleated skirt with her long hair falling down her back. Girls were allowed to wear a cardigan-as long as it was navy blue to match the uniform colours-but she didn't wear one. The boys wore the same except we wore black trousers and were allowed to wear a black jumper. I personally thought that it was insane to have a navy blue uniform but make the boys wear black trousers with the navy tie. Why not just make everyone's uniform black? With my elbow on the desk and my chin resting on my hand, I stared at Emma. Then I felt something sharp jabbing me in the arm. Quickly, I turned my head to see what it was but it was just Liam poking me with a pencil. I gave him a quizzical look.

"Stop staring at her." He smirked. "You already spend all day with her."

"Not all day. What about after school?" I rolled my eyes.

"If that's your problem then just tell your parents about her."

"You know I can't."

"Um actually you can you just won't." He scoffed quietly. I looked down at the desk and read the words that were carved into the white wood, lightly tracing them with my pen.

"Remind me why you won't tell them."

I returned my gaze back to him. Liam was sensible and he listened but he had thought that my reasons were stupid the last time I told him. He must have not understood them so he couldn't be bothered to even remember what I said. I sighed.

"Basically it's because my mum would make a huge fuss over her. She's doesn't have a daughter and she really wants one so she'll go crazy if I bring Em home."

He squinted his eyes at me with suspicion and raised an eyebrow.

"Fine there's more. It's just that-I love the band and everything, they're like my family-but I just want something that's mine. They're famous and because of them I'm famous and nothing is really a secret, we all know everything about each other and so do the fans. I'm not complaining really but I just want something that is a secret and isn't ruined because everyone knows about it. If I did tell my family about Em, she would be invited to go places with us and then people would obviously see her with us. So they'd find out about her and she'd be instantly thrust into the light. She's not used to that kind of thing and I just don't know how she'd handle it. What if it got too much and broke us up? Teenage years are flippin' emotional already but making our relationship completely public would make things a lot more intense." I rushed my words out and was unsure if Liam actually heard any of it. He blinked several times at me.

"So...Basically you're trying to protect her?"

"Yes I guess you could put it that way. She's just so amazing and I don't want to risk losing her over something that a normal couple wouldn't be put through."

"Kyle you really need to relax and remember that you're thirteen. You're in year nine. There are a lot of other things to worry about. How about you sleep over at mine tonight or something? Forget about whatever the hell caused that outburst of emotion."

"Wow Liam you're giving such good advice today." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I can't anyway, I have to babysit."

I lounged across the couch, my feet dangling over the arm at one end and my head resting comfortably on the other. Ruthy and McCauley were dancing around in a circle in time to a song on the television. They had been doing this for ten minutes now, asking me to rewind it every time that it ended so that they could do it again. I usually loved their mindless games but this song was driving me insane now. They squealed and clapped.

"Why isn't Evanna here Oli?" I asked, turning to face Oliver who was sat reading in the armchair.

"She's staying at Hannah's house with Eve tonight." He smiled up from his book, shook his head at the younger children and returned to the pages. I watched McCauley and Ruthy for another five minutes before I cracked. Glancing at the clock I turned the television off and leapt up. They moaned in protest.

"Come on guys, let's get you changed into your pyjamas and then we can read some stories if you want." They both considered it before half-reluctantly standing up and reaching for my hands.

"Do you want to get changed too Oli?" I asked whilst I propped Ruthy on my side with an arm wrapped around her and guided McCauley by the hand out of the room.

"Yeah where should I get changed?"

"You can use my room if you want!" I shouted back from in the hallway. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I placed Ruthy on the bottom step and pretended to growl. Instantly the two children's faces lit up and they whipped around to run up the stairs. I chased after them, crawling up the steps on my hands and knees while I pretended to be a monster. They split up and ran into separate rooms when they had scampered to the top floor-they were good at this game as we played it every time they were here. I gave them both a few extra minutes to find a good hiding spot before stomping into the nearest room.

"I'm hungry and I'm going to gobble you up!" I shouted in a gruff voice. It made me feel stupid but they loved it. I could then hear a faint giggle coming from one of the two spare bedrooms. So I stomped through into that room. It was the bedroom that we used for McCauley, Ruthy and Oliver to sleep in if they ever stayed over. It had a toy box in the corner, a desk by the window, two bunk beds on either side of the room and a wardrobe near the door. It was a simple lay-out because they mainly stayed on the bottom floor when they stayed over. I made my way around the room. I knew that Ruthy was in the toy box because I could hear her tiny, silky giggle ringing from it. But I instead made a show out of searching through the wardrobe.

"I know that you're in the wardrobe tiny female! I'm going to get you!" I whipped open the doors and routed through the clothes. This made her laugh a little louder now; proud that she had deceived me. Suddenly, the lid of the toy box flew open and she popped out.

"You didn't find me monster! Now you have to catch me!" She hopped out of the box and ran screaming down the hallway. We passed Oliver-who was on his way to get changed-and he laughed at us. She managed to reach the top of the stairs before I snagged her by her waist and pulled her tiny, wriggling body backwards into my arms. She struggled and laughed so I tickled her. She buckled from the tickling and gave up.

"Alright Kyle! You've turned me into a monster now! I give up!" She laughed hysterically. I placed her on the floor and she took a minute to catch her breath before stalking down the corridor in 'monster mode'.

"I fink he's in your mummy and daddy's bedroom!" She snarled. We trudged into the room.

"Little boy! We've got you now!" I screeched. There was no giggling. Ruthy flitted around the room, checking all the possible places. Under the bed, behind the curtain, in the wardrobe, behind the door. He was nowhere. We entered the other spare room-that was going to be for the baby-and checked all of the places that were in there. He still wasn't there.

"Ok McCauley, you win. Come out now!" I called. "Cauley?"

He wasn't responding. Oliver poked his head around the door to my bedroom.

"What's up?"

"I think we've lost McCauley." I said in a worried tone. Biting my lip I hastily checked the only other rooms on this floor.

"I can't find him."

Ruthy look up at me with her big blue eyes and I saw water forming there. My arms automatically reached out and I wrapped her in them against my chest.

"Oh no Ruth, don't cry. Come on he'll be in the house. He's alright." I soothed quietly. She snaked her small arms around my neck and clutched onto the neck of my t-shirt, weeping silently. Oliver cautiously tip-toed over to the bathroom door. I watched him.

"What's up Oli?"

He held a finger to his lips and beckoned for me to come over.

"Listen." He whispered when I reached him. All I could hear was Ruthy's rasping breathes against my neck.

"Shh Ruth, be quiet for one second please."

She glanced up and bit her tiny pink lips. I strained my ears for a while. Then I heard faint snoring. I sighed with relief and walked into the bathroom. But I had already checked in here and he hadn't been in here. I cast my eyes around the room and couldn't find him so I gave Oliver a puzzled look. He entered behind me and glanced around. Slowly, he lifted his hand up and pointed to the airing cupboard with a grin. I followed the line of his finger and found McCauley sleeping soundly on the middle shelf of the airing cupboard. Ruthy saw him too and smiled.

"How did he get up there?" She pondered.

"He's Dougie's son so I suppose we'll never know. Be quiet guys; don't wake him up while I move him." I slid Ruthy down to the floor and picked McCauley up. I carried him to the bedroom and then changed him into his pyjamas without waking him up. Oliver held the covers back for me while I climbed up to the top bunk and placed McCauley in the bed. I then tucked him in and put his dinosaur teddy next to him under the quilt. Ruthy was perched upright in the bottom bunk watching me intently with a book in her hand. With a smile, I took the purple princess book from her and sat down to read it.

When the book was finished, I closed it and glanced at Ruthy. Her breathing had become deep and slow a while ago, indicating that she was almost asleep. But she had been determined to listen to the rest of the story. So I put the book away and bent over her to plant a soft kiss her forehead gently. Slowly, she lifted an arm up to hug my neck.

"I wish I you were my brother Kyle." She whispered, half asleep.

"But I am your brother Ruthy." I smiled and left the room, making sure to plug McCauley's night light in before turning off the light.

When I reached the living-room again, Oliver was sat cross-legged on the couch and flicking through the channels.

"You look bored." I noted. He simply nodded.

"Do you want to play on 'Guitar Hero'?" I grinned. His face lit up and I could see his singular dimple. He jumped up to get the equipment out while I switched it on and turned the volume down.

We then spent the next two hours playing 'Guitar Hero'.

So that was for you guys that asked for things about Kyle, I hope it was good enough for you :) If I didn't mention something that you wanted to find out then please tell me in a review and I will put it in another chapter. For you people that asked for other things, please wait because it will be in one of the next chapters because it would take too long to put them all in one big chapter. Also please keep telling me what you want me to write about, even if you see that someone else has already mentioned your idea because I'm writing the ones with higher demand first and basically working down like that.

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