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Kyle had never felt more uncomfortable in his life, and he thought the dance was bad. It really wasn't Christophe's car. His car was actually nice, Kyle couldn't tell what model it was, he wasn't up to date with car talk, but it looked new and snazzy. Christophe was a pretty good driver too. Well Kyle was comparing him to the few people he's been in a car with. His parents were just nuts with the safety issue, the reason Kyle wasn't driving himself, and Stan was so new to it, he was all over the road. Christophe seemed like he had been driving for a while.

So why the hell was he acting all nervous? Kyle looked over at the French boy sitting next to him. Christophe stared at the road with an unreadable expression on his face, a poker face if you will. He casually had one hand the wheel and the other out the window, holding his cigarette. Strands of his messy brown hair fell in front of his face, his features illuminated every time they passed a streetlight. Kyle looked away when he realized he was staring, a small heat flooded his cheeks.

"So," The silence broke when Christophe smirked at him. "Aside from having no date, why did you leave the dance?"

Kyle shifted in his chair slightly. "Isn't that enough? All my friends were busy and off doing other things, and I was just sitting there. Wouldn't you leave?"

"Cant's say," Christophe took another drag of his cigarette. "Never been to a dance. No point."

"You've never been to a dance?" Kyle actually didn't know why he was shocked. What little he knew about Christophe, the guy didn't seem like they type to go to school dances.

"You either have a hearing problem," Christophe blew smoke at Kyle as he talked. "Or your fond of repeating things. What are you, a parrot?"

Kyle coughed a little and founded. "Can you not blow that crap at me."

Christophe blew at him again, and laughed when Kyle went into a coughing fit. "My car, my rules."

"That stuff will kill you."

"Lots of things are going to kill me."

"Yeah but studies show that over 200 people die a day from smoking and second hand smoke."

Christophe looked over at his passenger and lifted an eyebrow. "That so?"

Kyle nodded. "It's a fact."

Christophe looked back at the road. "Your a virgin aren't you?

Kyle's eyes widened and his face turned beat read. "That's none of you damn business!" He hufed in his seat and crossed his arms. But almost immediately he asked before actually thinking about it. "How can you tell?"

Christophe smirked again. "You give off a very geeky vibe, I don't see a lot of ladies swooning over smoking facts." His dark eyes then turned to meet Kyle's. "That and you blush far to often."

Kyle looked away quickly, his face was on fire. A chill ran down his spine, but not from the cold at all. "My house is right there." He absently pointed to his driveway. Christophe pulled the car up to the house and parked. They sat in uncomfortable silence for a moment before Kyle looked at him again. "Thank you for the ride, and thanks for the park."

"You mean the hug?" Christophe sounded amused.

"Um...yeah." Kyle stumbled over his words.

Christophe gave a small laugh. "You're blushing again." He reach out his hand and his fingers gently touched his cheeks. Large green eyes met soft brown ones. Kyle was speechless at the contact. It was very gentle and Kyle could actually barely feel Christophe's fingers but he could feel the other boy's body heat. Christophe's face was once again shadowed in the car but with a small light over his eyes, Kyle could tell he was staring at him. A small tingly feeling at the pit of his stomach started to get warmer, looking into those eyes, full of an unknown emotion and mystery.

Christophe's fingers brushed his entire cheek as he took his hand away. The eye contact was broken, Kyle gave a shutter. "Your welcome." Christophe simply said. Kyle was out of the car in a second, his face was as red as his hair.