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Sunlight shone through the living room window, were the two boys slept. Kyle's green eyes slowly crept open. The redhead yawned, wiping the sleep from his eyes. He walked toward the kitchen to check the time. The clock read 10 A.M. He wasn't going to school, Kyle had too much on his mind. From the kitchen, he walked to the bathroom. When he came back, Stan had woken up. Kyle walked over and sat next to Stan.
"Hey, did you sleep well?" Kyle said with a warm smile.
"Yeah," Stan said, smiling back.
"Um, Stan, about last night, I-"
"No, Kyle, don't explain. I know you were just trying to make me feel better, I understand."
"That's not it. When you kissed me, I felt something…I mean, I liked it," Kyle explained.
"Really?"
"Yeah…" Kyle's thoughts and feelings for Christophe were pushed out of his mind when Stan was there.
"Do you want to try it again?" Kyle asked shyly. "This kiss I mean."
"Yes," Stan answered back. They leaned in and their lips met. Stan breathed in Kyle's spicy aroma. Kyle bit down softly on Stan's lower lip and Stan allowed him to dominate the kiss. They fell back on the sofa, kissing passionately, with their legs tangled together. Stan's hands slowly made their way up Kyle's shirt, touching the boy's warm, smooth skin. Kyle gasped, breaking the kiss, much to Stan's disappointment.
"Sorry, was that bad or something?"
"No, Stan, its not you…its me," Kyle climbed off Stan.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"Well, it's Christophe."
"Oh, I thought you would have broken up with him," Stan said a little disappointed.
"Sorry, I didn't, but that's not the problem. He wants me to go live in France with him," Kyle said.
"What? Are you going?"
"I don't know," Kyle replied.
"So the kiss meant nothing to you?"
"I don't know, Stan, I just don't know," Kyle said. "Look, maybe you should go, I need sometime to think."
Stan nodded, got up, and left, without so much as a goodbye.
Kyle felt like he betrayed Christophe, and he had. How could he cheat on him like that? And when he saw Christophe again, his boyfriend would be able to tell he had been with Stan. Kyle didn't know how, but Christophe could just sense it. Kyle knew how to make things right. He had to go to France. Kyle picked up the phone and dialed his boyfriend's number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Kyle."
"Hello, love," Christophe said. Kyle could just see him smiling on the other line.
"I called to tell you that I have decided to go to France with you."
"Oh Kyle, this is great!"
"I know, I know," Kyle said, but he couldn't help feeling that it wasn't all that great.
"We're leaving in four days," Christophe said. "And why weren't you in school today?"
"I was, um, sick," Kyle said, knowing perfectly well that Christophe knew that was a lie.
"Oh really? Because you don't sound sick."
"Okay, I was kinda with Stan, but I just wanted to explain to him that I don't have feelings for him," Kyle said, it was, in a way, the truth.
"I see."
"I have to go now, I'll see you later," Kyle said before hanging up. The only thing he had to do now was tell Stan and it wasn't going to be easy. He decided it would be easier to walk to Stan's house so he could tell Stan face to face, before he would never see him again. The thought of that scared Kyle, maybe even more than loosing Christophe.
To Kyle's surprise, Stan was sitting on the step outside his house, with his head in his hands.
"Stan, what the hell are you doing out here? It's freezing."
"Oh Kyle, why are you here?" Stan questioned.
"I've come to say goodbye," Kyle said.
"Wait, where are you going?" Stan asked.
"I've decided to go to France," Kyle said.
"But…" Stan's voice trailed off.
"I'm really sorry Stan, but that's just the way it is."
"Please don't leave Kyle, you deserve better than Christophe," Stan begged, trying to keep his tears from falling.
"Stan, Christophe loves me…" there was a long pause. "…and I love him."
"If you love him, how come you sound so hesitant?"
Kyle didn't answer.
"I'm sorry, I don't know what else to say," Kyle wiped the tears from Stan's face and left, looking back one last time to see Stan's face. He hated himself for doing this to his best friend, but it was for the best. Stan slowly got up and went inside. He made his way up to his room, and looked out the window, watching the night fall. Maybe it was for the best. Kyle was happy, and Stan wanted to see Kyle happy. He knew in his mind that he should give up, but his heart told him otherwise. Kyle was the only one for him and Christophe was capable of hurting Kyle, and Stan was going to prove this to Kyle one way or another.
That night Kyle couldn't sleep. His thoughts kept coming back to Stan. When he told Stan that he loved Christophe, why was he so hesitant?
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Okay, this chapter may have been confusing for some, I don't know, I guess it depends on how you look at it, but whatever. Things will be sorted out in later chapters. So please review. It's like 2 in the morning and I'm going to wander around my house aimlessly until I get sleepy…
-PoisonCherry69
