A/N: Yeah, okay there is some violence in the beginning of this chapter. Sorry if I am making Christophe seem like a horrible person, its just kinda how it happened. And to answer Lifelike's question: the city they are in is called Bordeaux cause that is where my friend went last summer. Okay, enough of that, and on with the chapter.
And so it was. Christophe had thrown the first punch, but Kyle was soon to retaliate. His fists clenched, pounding into the other boys stomach. Glasses were shattering and shouting could be heard. When the fighting ceased, Christophe had a bloody nose, but Kyle was much worse. He had a pretty bad, deep cut above his right eye and several bruises. Kyle felt so defeated and helpless, like there was no way out of this. The redhead was backed into a corner. Christophe loomed over him, both were breathing heavily. Kyle had never been more afraid in his life, he felt tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He tried to push them back, refusing to let Christophe see him cry. The Frenchman looked like he was going to rough Kyle up some more, but instead, turned and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
Kyle, wide eyed, made his way over the table were the phone was. His hands were shaking as he tried to call home.
Stan wondered the streets of France, with nothing but the clothes on his back, trying to find Kyle and Christophe's apartment. After asking around, he had found the address. Apparently, Christophe was still well known as "The Mole". Stan found the place, just as soon as the sun began to set. It was a pretty decent apartment. He was so exhausted as the made his way to the third floor were Kyle and Christophe would be, hoping that Kyle wouldn't be angry with him. The ebony haired boy neared the room, turning the doorknob, slowly but surely. Stan wasn't prepared for what he saw on the other side. Kyle was sitting in a dark corner of the room, curled up into a little ball, sobbing softly.
"Jesus Christ. Kyle what happened!" Stan ran over to his friend.
"Stan, be quiet, he can't know you're here," Kyle whispered.
"Christophe did this?" Stan questioned in shock. Kyle nodded. Quick thinking, Stan picked up Kyle, cradling him in his arms, and grabbed one of the boy's unpacked bags.
"We have to get you out of here," he whispered, closing the door softly behind them.
Night came across the sky and the two had found a cheap motel to stay at. It wasn't easy communicating with people who spoke a different language, but they got by. Stan had spent almost all of his money, his parents were probably worried sick, and he was miles away from home, but the only thing on his mind right now was Kyle.
The redhead was sitting on the bed as Stan cleaned up his cuts. When he finished, the boy pulled Kyle into a tight hug, reassuring him that everything was going to be alright.
"Stan…why did you come all this way?"
"I had to see you again, I had to try to get through to you one last time," Stan said.
"Oh Stan, I'm so sorry," Kyle said, his bottom lip quivering. "I should have listened to you, and now, everything's so fucked up…"
"No, its not, Kyle, I'm here, shhh, its okay," Stan said rocking Kyle back and forth in his arms.
"Stan," Kyle whispered into the boy's ear. "I hope I don't regret saying this…but, I love you."
Stan looked up. "Do you mean it Kyle?" Kyle simply smiled and his face inched closer to Stan's.
"God, Kyle why are you so beautiful?"
Their lips met in a tender kiss. Kyle's heart cried out to Stan and he proved it in the kiss. The same was true for Stan. Stan hoped that it didn't seem like he was talking advantage of Kyle, who seemed so vulnerable at the moment. They pulled away after what seemed like an eternity. Nothing was said for a while, the two just sat there, as Stan ran his hands lazily up and down Kyle's back.
"I'm gonna try to call my parents, why don't you get some rest okay?" Stan suggested.
"Okay," Kyle replied and climbed onto the old mattress in the middle of the room as Stan picked up the phone and dialed the operator so he could reach his parents.
"Mom?"
"Stan, were are you!"
"I'm kinda in France, Kyle's with me."
"What?"
"It's a long story, just please, come get us."
"Fine, I will fly out tomorrow morning. You are so grounded, Stanley," Mrs. Marsh said, hanging up. Stan sighed and then got in bed with Kyle. The redhead snuggled closer to him, feeling his warmth. Stan smiled before falling into a deep sleep.
Later that night, Christophe arose from the bedroom, where he had been since the fight, to find Kyle gone. He sighed heavily, sitting at the kitchen table. He lit a cigarette and sat there with his head in his hands, realizing that he just threw away all he ever had wanted in life.
(6 Months Later)
It was summer and Stan and Kyle had just graduated high school. Kyle's past was behind him and Stan was his main focus now. Christophe hadn't crossed his mind and Kyle wanted to keep it that way, but the other wasn't forgetting so easily.
Kyle had a new message. He clicked on his email icon. Surprisingly, it was from Christophe. Kyle's green eyes widened as he read it.
Kyle,
I miss you. Where are you, and I'm so sorry. I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight. I need somebody and always. Will you come home and stop this pain tonight. Don't waste your time on me, your already the voice inside my head. I miss you.
-Christophe
"Oh…god…" Kyle said, in barely above a whisper.
Yeah, sooo, what did you think? In Christophe's letter I used some of the lyrics from "I Miss You" by Blink 182. I don't own them whatsoever. One more chapter to go (I think) Everything will come together in the end. I hope it wasn't too rushed. Review.
-PoisonCherry69
