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Bese primero

-Stan's POV-

A bright light was shining through the darkness. It caught me when I didn't want to be found.

"Stanley, can you hear me?"

I opened my eyes but the light hurt so much that I immediately tried to close them, again. The voice wouldn't let me.

"You've got to keep your eyes open for me, dear."

I wish the room would sit still.

"W-where am I?" I asked, my mouth so dry.

The voice that I then realized belonged to the school nurse replied briskly, "You're in the sick room. You fainted. You don't remember?"

I began to shake my head when a flashback of the fight with Eli slashed through my head. My stomach lurched but she didn't seem to notice.

For the first time, I realized I was on a squishy mattress covered with that white medical tissue paper sheet.

"Yes, we were quite worried about you there for awhile. I practically had to bribe your friend to go to class. He looked close to tears." She chuckled to herself like it was funny.

"Kyle?"

She glanced over at me. "Yeah, I think that's what he said his name was."

I groaned and sat upright on the mattress.

"What time is it?"

She pointed to a clock over on the wall, above the door.

4:00pm.

"Holy crap! School's over."

She nodded and continued sorting through some papers on her messy desk.

"Yes, it is. We called your parents about a half an hour ago. They are worried about you, but they can't get here right away because of the huge snowstorm that has blown in over the afternoon. I told them that I could stay a little while longer with you until they get here."

Snowstorm? It seemed sunny out this morning …

Looking around for a window, I was disappointed to see how closed in this room really was. Aside from the door, there was no other opening. The walls were painted such a bright white that I felt like I was staring into the eyes of God. There was an old poster on the wall of a gorilla lying on a couch with sunglasses on. This room was so sickening, I felt like puking.

Kyle's face suddenly popped into my head

Well, obviously. He does have a family.

"Well, I need to get these documents to the Principal, so hang tight and I'll be right back."

I nod and watch as she hurries out the door. God, she had a big ass. I didn't like this Nurse. She was too brisk and frightening.

I sigh and push myself off the bed. I can see a mirror hanging on the wall above a cold metal sink. I'm afraid to look but I need to see my newest battle scars.

The mirror has lipstick and other various makeup smudges on it, but I can see my reflection well enough.

It's still me. With a fat lip and another black eye. I think I can see dried pools of blood in my left nostril. Fuck, I hate Eli more than anything at that moment. I hate how he took my position on the football team. I hate how cocky he is. I hate how he kicked my ass. I hate … him.

Tears are welling up in my eyes. I swipe at them with the back of my hand and I can feel a sore spot on my cheekbone, again.

I've cried too much already. Get a grip, Stan.

But how can I when I just keep falling?

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Getting home felt good. I had grown sick of the sickroom, ironically enough. Mom had covered me in kisses, pushing my hair back with her hand and holding me as if someone was trying to yank me away from her. The Nurse must've told her that I hadn't been fighting back.

"My poor Stanley! Are you okay, Sweetie?"

I wipe the lipstick mark off my face with my hand. "I'm fine, Mom."

I say it because it's what she wants to hear. I'm not really fine.

She sighs with relief, her arm wrapped tightly around my shoulder. "Thanks for staying with him. The roads were horrible! I really do appreciate it."

The Nurse smiles and waves goodbye to me as if I were six years old. I ignore her and can only think of giving her the finger for treating me like I was a child. Mom would freak, though.

The drive home is filled with silence; the good kind. Mom's coolhand is rested on mine and I actually let her leave it there. I wanted to feel loved more than anything else in the world right now.

"So, Sheila tells me that Kyle is getting better each day. She also said that he talks about you quite a bit and how you helped him out of it."

I look over surprised.

"Helped him?"

"Mhmmm. Isn't that nice? For him to pay all that thanks to you? I'm glad he's getting better."

"Yeah, me too, Mom." I suddenly feel affectionate towards my Mom. I mean, I always do, but I want to tell her I love her.

"Mom?"

She looks at me from the corner of her, watching the icy roads at the same time.

"Yes, Sweetie?"

"I love you. Thanks for being there for me through all this. It-it means a lot to me."

She smiles and I swear I can see a window of tears covering her eyes.

"I love you too, Stanley. I just want you to be happy."

I rest my head against her shoulder for the rest of the ride home, pretending I'm eight again.

Mom makes me a sandwich as soon as we get in, and sits me on the couch with an old bluewool blanket and the remote. I love how Moms fuss over you when you have a bad day.

Nothing's on and it annoys me. I need a distraction. Anything. I can hear someone coming down the stairs and I think it's Dad or Mom before I see Shelley's scowling face appear around the corner.

"Uh, hey, Shelley. Want to watch T.V. with me?" Mom had told me to be extra nice to her. Afterall, she needed the support.

"No, turd. I want to watch T.V. alone. Beat it."

She hadn't changed since we were younger. She had gotten her dental appliances off and the result was a beautiful smile, but she still acted like she would kill me if she ever got the chance. Even though I was now taller than her by about 3 inches, she would still hurt me in anyway she found suitable. I would never fight back though. I could never hit a girl, much less, my own sister.

Now, I suddenly wondered why Shelley didn't pretend to be nice to me. She knew damn well what had been happening in my life. She didn't give a shit.

"I'm not leaving. You can either sit down and watch T.V. with me or you're out of luck." I stubbornly crossed my arms and focused back on the T.V.

"Turd, get the fuck out of here." She warned.

"I am NOT moving."

She charged up to me, ripping the remote out of my hands. She smashed it across my face and that's when I lost it.

"FUCK, SHELLEY. What the HELL is wrong with you?! Do you not see that I already have another FUCKING BLACK EYE?!! I don't need this shit from you! Just …" My voice broke.

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

I ran from the room and out the front door, tears blurring my vision, leaving my stunned sister staring at me.

I knew exactly who I wanted to talk to.

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I knew it was close to 11pm and I knew Kyle would be sleeping, but I still chucked tiny rocks at his bedroom window.

Come on, Kyle. Come to your window, goddamnit.

It was a few more rocks before the window squeaked open and Kyle poked his sleepy face out. He looks annoyed but his irritation disappears when he sees me, eyes red, shuddering and trying unsuccessfullyto keep from crying.

"Stan? Dude, what's wrong? What are you doing here?"

I tried to speak but I only broke down more. He held a finger up.

"One minute, kay? I'll be right down to let you in."

I nod and hug myself, trying to keep warm. In my hurry, I had forgotten my coat.

Seconds later, the door unlocks quietly and it opens. I see Kyle in his sleeping attire consisting of plaidboxers and a white t-shirt and he motions for me to come in.

He takes me up to his bedroom, closing the door softly behind him so he doesn't wake his parents up.

I sit down on his bed, the sheets thrown about. It still feels warm from his sleeping body. He leans against the door as if trying to keep someone out.

"I just … needed someone to talk to."

He nods and comes and sits down next to me, his hand rubbing my back in a gentle circular motion. It feels so nice that I want to hang onto him and tell him all my troubles.

"Start talking anytime you're ready, Stan."

I choke down a few more tears and finally begin.

"Shelley and I got into a fight. S-she hit me across the face with the remote … it was the same place where Eli punched me. I just can't take all this anymore. Everything's so fucked up. Eli's still after me. Shelley treats me like a piece of shit … and maybe I am, Kyle. I feel like nobody cares anymore. No one gives a shit about anyone. Not about me, especially."

I know I was whining and expressing self-pity but I need someone to listen.

"Stan, that's not true. I can't speak for anybody else, but I care. You're my best friend and I love you."

I know he means it as in a life-long friend sort of way, but I still pretend that he's finally expressing the same kind of love I had felt for him for so long.

I let out another sob and Kyle wraps me in a hug.

I cry into his shoulder, soaking his nightshirt. He rocks me back and forth as if I were an infant. His shirt smells like laundry detergent and it's soft and thin from being washed so many times. I try to push the fact out of my mind that I can feel each rib through his shirt. I can smell his hair and I can't even express how good it feels.

"Kyle?"

He pulls away, his face inches from mine.

"Yeah, Stan?"

"I … I …" I can't find the words I'm searching for but my absurd stuttering stops instantaneously when he pushes his lips onto mine.

It was what I had dreamed about for months. I felt the fireworks, the crashing waves and I felt like my insides were being sucked out.

We stayed wrapped in that kiss for a long time. Wrapped in eternity. And for the first time in months, I feel loved.

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Yay! So cute!! I love them! I made the title of this chapter Spanish because I didn't want to give it all away. It means 'First Kiss'. Please review and I may or may not be able to write the last two chapters until Monday. I'm going to my dad's house tonight and our computer there is totally fucked … we're getting it fixed and I'm praying that it'll be tonight that we pick it up. Hugs and Kisses!