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I had stayed on the lounge couches, with Peyton for a while, but then she went to bed, I didn't think that I would be able to bare sleeping in one of those beds, without Kyle.

I didn't know why this was all happening to me, it had to be a phase. It was clearly not normal for someone to fall for their best friend.

I felt jealous, of Peyton. She had Keiron, and he was always there, there was never any confusing moments when you may or may not love each other.

I didn't know if Kyle loves me, and I think that that is what hurt the most.

I didn't see him all day, we had the day to sit in the bus because we were travelling. And so I sat in his cupboard. I knew that this sounded strange, but at the back of his cupboard, no one would see you for all the clothes, unless they were looking for you. And he was the only one who could find me right now.

I sat there, breathing slowly, taking in his smell. I felt tears running down my face but I didn't try and wipe them away, they were going to fall anyway.

I decided to think about all of the times where I needed Kyle, trying to narrow them down to prove I didn't need him.

When I was so drunk I couldn't walk, and I could barely talk, he carried me to his house and lay me in his bed, not bothering that I was soaking as we had walked in the rain, he got changed and covered me up to make sure I was warm enough and slept on the floor, so ensure my comfort when I woke up.

When a boy in primary school had stamped all over my lunch and pushed me in the mud, it was my first day, and no one wanted to be friends with me, I sat underneath the big oak tree and cried. Then this boy, who I had never met before, spoke to me. He wanted to be my friend, his name was Kyle.

When my first real boyfriend had went to punch me, Kyle had been there, out of the blue, and stopped it all. Beating him up none the less.

All the times that he had spoken to me about all of my problems, when no one else would, when everyone else was out getting bladdered or taking drugs, Kyle would give all of that up, just simply to talk.

When we had been to a party and went skinny dipping in the local river, I could feel myself being swept out, and since I was drunk, I could do nothing to stop it. Then he was there, again, out of the blue, his naked body pressed against mine, saving my life.

All of the times where we would be drunk, and I would end up feeling down, and depressed, he would always be there to talk me around, which I think, made us closer.

Peyton was Kyle's friend since birth, our parents only started hating him in high school when he grew his long hair, stood out, took drugs, and drank, alot, but if I didn't meet him that first day in primary school, I would never have met Keiron, Pete, or Mo, and I definitely wouldn't have met Peyton. Keiron and Peyton were always close, Kyle didn't have anyone as close as they were, then I came along.

When we had argued at the Dog House I walked out steaming drunk, and was walking home when a guy grabbed me, I knew what he was doing, I was about to be raped, when again, Kyle was there, saving me. Like he knew when something bad was going to happen to me.

Kyle had refused to let me take drugs when he started, he told me I didn't need it, that I was perfect and should get a high on that fact, and for that, I am glad, otherwise I would have been a drug user by now, he managed to stop, but if he didn't, I may have been dead by now.

He was the reason, the ultimate reason. Final number ten. And the reason was, Kyle.

I realised. Yes.

I bloody needed him.

The cupboard opened, and I held my breath.

Written by Alexis Gage