I know I said I would write the next day, but I've had a lot of family issues. My apologizes :)
The story is ending soon. Try not to be too sad :P
And please review! If you've been reading this, please let me know? Kthxbye.
"Okay boys, dessert should be ready in ten minutes. If I let you two go up to Kyle's room, promise me you won't do anything?" Mom asks us both.
"Promise," I lie. Sure, we won't do anything really bad, but we will most definitely kiss. At least, I really hope so.
We walk towards the staircase, leaving Mom and Dad in the kitchen. As soon as we're sure Mom can't see us, our hands find each others'.
Once we make it up to my room and close the door, letting go of one anothers' hands, we face each other, both of us with the biggest smile painted across our lips. I'm not sure about him, but my smile isn't going anyway.
"I can't believe she said yes!" Stan says with a giddy tone.
"I know!" I tell him.
He practically jumps towards me, wrapping his arms around me. I return the hug, and we don't part right away. I feel like I'm going to cry of happiness.
As happy as I've been with Stan, it just hasn't been right knowing that I can't be myself around my parents. It's hard to not have parents who accept you. I mean, Dad was cool with it, but I didn't even find that out until the other day.
Even though Mom isn't completely fine with it, she's letting us be together. That proves she does care about me. I can't ask her to completely change, but she's doing something, which means a lot to me.
After what seems like forever, I decide to end our hug. As nice as it was, I want something more.
I do love Stan, and as much as I like to kiss him, that's obviously not all what our relationship is about. We've been friends forever so we already know everything about one-another. We love to hang out. Play video games, talk, the usual. The kissing is just a bonus.
"We have about five more minutes," I say with a smirk plastered on my face.
"What shall we do, then?" Stan says, playing along.
"Oh I can think of a few things," I daringly say, walking closer to Stan, so our faces are almost touching.
He closes his eyes, and I follow suit. I lean in, but he's already done just that, so our lips crash into one-another right away.
I begin to suck on his bottom lip, when I feel his arms being wrapped around my waist, pulling my body closer to him, if that's possible. I bring my hands up to the back of his hand, playing with his hair.
"Boys! Dessert is ready!" I hear Mom yell from downstairs. Shit. I was just starting to get in to it.
Stan pulls away, and we both smile.
"Is my face red?" Stan asks me.
I smile, once again, and shake my head.
"Mine?" I ask.
"Nope," he says, still smiling. "Come on," he says, grabbing my hand, leading me downstairs.
"So what did you boys do up there?" Mom asks once we get settled into our chairs, with our sundaes in front of us.
"Just chilled. Nothing special," I answer, trying not to blush. I see a tint of red appear across Stan's face, but Mom would never notice.
There is silence as we eat. At first, it feels awkward, but then I notice that everyone else is just enjoying the ice-cream. I begin to do the same, not thinking about anything else, other then Stan, and how I hope we make it. I really do hope we make it, because I know that we're meant to be. At least, I hope so.
After we all finish, and make small talk as Mom clears the table, Stan says he better get going.
"Kyle, why don't you walk Stan home?" Dad says automatically.
"I don't think tha-" Mom starts, but is cut off by Dad.
"Go on," Dad says, and I do just that.
"I still can't believe it," I say happily as we walk down my driveway.
"I know! We can finally stop sneaking around!" Stan says, just as happy as I am.
Our hands are holding one another as soon as we are out of sight of the house. We walk as close as possible, without pushing one of use over.
"So I have family stuff tomorrow, so I can't do anything with you," Stan frowns.
"Awh, okay. I guess I need to catch up on some homework," I smile.
I'm with Stan all the time. One day won't hurt. Besides, I'll see him at school, anyway.
We get to Stan's house, and we have to part our separate ways.
"Bye, see you at school," I say.
He says nothing, but gives me a slight kiss.
"Bye," he says, turning to the door. "I love you," he says, sounding embarrassed to be saying it. Sure, we know we love each other, but we barely every say it.
Before he can close the door, I say it back to him, and I catch a smile as the door closes.
All in all, it was a fantastic night.
Bunny is next. :)
Then only a few chapters! :'(