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I let out a sigh as we lie in the same bed again tonight. I could feel that he was awake, but his back was turned to me. Somehow I felt like if I concentrated hard enough I would be able to hear his heartbeat. The fact that I thought this almost made me laugh, but it also made me feel like crying. The redhead next to me sighed and I realized he was thinking. I extended my hand and let it rest on his shoulder for a moment before turning the opposite direction and trying to sleep.
I still couldn't rid the feeling of his lips pressed against mine. The pure sensation of perpetual bliss was still coursing through my veins as I lie next the the boy I had known for years as just a "friend". I never really thought about things like this, I never thought about love and relationships until now and I realize why. It's because all my life I had been told that two boys being together was unacceptable. For the longest time I thought the reason I never thought about girls sexually was because I just wasn't ready yet. Not in my wildest dreams would I imagine ever feeling this way about a boy no more than a few weeks ago, now it was a feeling I couldn't shake. I realized there was no going back now, no taking back that kiss or these feelings. I just wondered if Kyle knew.
"Kenny..?" I heard him say.
I debated on if i should respond or not, but decided I should, "Yeah..?"
There was a pause.
"I can't sleep." He said softly, "I'm cold."
My naturally affectionate personality played its roll as I turned back towards him and hesitantly wrapped one of my arms around his thin waist. I felt his breathing halt momentarily, making me want to withdraw, but he didn't reject it. I was waiting for him to ask me what I was doing, to get grossed out, but he lie there contently. I could feel myself smiling. My smile faded for a moment as his hand ran up my arm. I didn't know what he was doing, but my assumption was that he was going to pull my arm off of him.
My fears vanished as soon as I realized he was holding my hand.
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I woke up in the middle of the night to a noise.
It was tapping at first, then it was a door opening. Soon it sounded like the whole place was being torn up. Kyle's mom ha left to visit her mother and Kyle's dad had night-shift, so we were all alone. My curiosity led to me to getting off of kyles bed and going to the door. Before i got to it, I heard a voice.
"Kenny, where are you going?" The voice was faint and shy, coming form Kyle.
The the look on his face changed to worry as he noticed the noise coming form downstairs. I motioned for him to stay there, watching him pull the covers up over his chest.
I peeked down the stairs and saw an unfamiliar man going through Kyle's house. I closed the door quietly and grabbed my phone along with Kyle's hand and pulled him into his closet.
I dialed 911 and waited for them to answer, "Help. There's a burglar in our house right now."
I gave them the address and hung up.
I pulled Kyle into my arms and told him to be quiet as we waited.
We stood there in silence for what seemed like forever, then suddenly heavy feet began bounding up the stairs. I pulled Kyle into a dark corner of his closet, under the hung clothes as we listened. I felt him breathing heavily, knowing how afraid he was, I held his head to my chest. I was in my plaid blue pajama pants and he was in nothing but his boxers. His head pressed up against my bare chest almost made me forget about the situation we were in. Until I heard Kyle's door open, that is. The redhead began to quiver, making me want to say something to calm him down, but I couldn't.
That's when we both heard the police sirens, I felt him sigh in relief. We heard a lot of noise, a lot of yelling and talking. Suddenly the closet door opened and I gasped, seeing an officer.
"You okay?" He asked, looking us over.
Kyle nodded and we took our time getting out of the closet.