Final chapter. The title is, among other things, a minor joke for personal entertainment, as I'm sure most of you thought that this chapter would be called "Sunday".

Kyle woke up in a cold sweat from a string of nightmares he had all throughout the night. He was so focused on trying to find what it was that he was afraid of that his dreams turned into nightmares with everything that could go wrong if he told Kenny how he felt. From simple rejection to being shunned by everyone he knew (including his parents and even his brother) and even people he didn't know, his nightmares had every single negative outcome that could occur if he talked to Kenny. His nightmares were all mixed in his mind; various flashes and sounds were all swarming inside his head, which gave him one hell of a headache.

"I haven't had nightmares like that since I was ten... I need a shower."

After Kyle stumbled out of his room and took a quick shower, he changed into his regular clothes and noticed that his brother was nowhere to be seen.

"...He didn't."

He called out his name, but all that he heard was the sound of his own voice, echoing throughout the house. He searched the entire house, but the only thing he found was a note his mother had left him, explaining that she had also dropped off Ike at "a friend's house" and that she had made some lunch for him and Kenny, in case he came over like yesterday.

"Well, this sucks... I guess."

Once again, Kyle was having mixed feelings about being around Kenny. Being alone with him gave him the chance to talk to him about his feelings. He really wanted to, but was that such a good idea? If he told him...
Kyle tried to ignore his nightmares, but that just made his headache worse, almost making him cry with pain. Just when he was about to start banging his head against the nearest wall, the doorbell rang. Kyle rushed to answer the door and was faced with a snow-covered, shivering Kenny.

Kenny: ...W-Well? Can I come in or d-do you want me to freeze t-to death?
Kyle: S-Sorry, come in. I'm just surprised that you came even though it's snowing.
Kenny: Yeah, well, I-I wasn't gonna let a-a little snow stop me from...
Kyle: From what?
Kenny: You know, this project. It's important.

"Right..."

Kyle: ...Do you want a blanket or something?
Kenny: Sure. Thanks.

Kyle went to get a blanket for Kenny while the latter went into his room. When he got there, he wrapped it around Kenny, hanging on for just a little over a second before letting go.

Kenny: Thanks... It's really cold outside.
Kyle: I can see that.
Kenny: Where's your brother? He's usually watching TV.
Kyle: Ike... He's at a friend's house... We're alone.

"And judging from the way the snow is coming down, we'll be alone for a long time. Well, better get to work."

Kyle hastily made a choice – to leave things as they are. What Kenny didn't know (probably) couldn't hurt either of them. Now he needed to distance himself from Kenny just enough so that his crush would go away on its own, but still remain close enough so that they would still be friends. In the mean time he just needed to focus on the presentation.
Kyle was reading one of the many books he had lying around, summarizing the information in his head and dictating it for Kenny to write. Kenny wanted to tell Kyle that he thought that was unfair, since it made Kyle do the hardest part, but once he glanced over at Kyle and saw the stern look on his face, he lowered his head and turned to the computer screen again.
For the first time ever, Kenny felt uneasy around Kyle. He thought about making a joke or two to see if Kyle would relax a bit, but when he remembered the look on his face, that thought vanished and he kept on writing everything Kyle said.

"Either someone died or someone did something to you that you really didn't like."

Kenny: Dude, we've been doing this for over an hour; I'm tired. Can't we take a break?
Kyle: ...Sure. We're actually ahead of schedule for the first time in... well, ever, so it's OK.
Kenny: I didn't know we had a schedule.
Kyle: It's just an expression.

"I was just joking... Something really bad must've happened to set you off like this."

The boys sat there without saying a word to each other, although they were thinking about each other. Kyle was having second thoughts about the way he was enforcing his decision (which eventually lead to him questioning his decision altogether) and Kenny was trying to figure out what had happened to Kyle to put him in such a mood. Was it something he did without knowing? Was it something Ike did? Was it his parents? He wanted to help Kyle more than anything else right now, and the fact that he couldn't make him feel worthless.

Time went by imperceptibly, due to the boys being preoccupied with their thoughts. Kenny, or rather, his stomach, was the first one to notice that they had been doing nothing for quite some time now. He glanced at the digital display on Kyle's computer and saw that it was almost 2 PM.

Kenny: Dude, it's almost 2!
Kyle: ...I guess we should eat then. Come on, my mom made something for us yesterday.

"No comment about the time? Are you bipolar or something?"

Kyle led Kenny downstairs and the boys ate together, without saying a word to each other or even looking at each other at the same time. When they finished, without saying anything, Kenny went back upstairs to get back to work. Kyle watched him as he took every step towards his room and, after staring out the window for a few minutes, followed him. When he got there, he found Kenny sitting on his bed, waiting for him.

Kenny: ...Can I talk to you for a second?
Kyle: Sure.

Kyle sat down next to Kenny, oblivious as to what the taller boy wanted to talk about.

Kenny: Is everything alright?
Kyle: Yeah.
Kenny: You've been acting strange all day. First you say we need to hurry with this presentation, then after we spend an hour or so resting you act like it's no big deal...
Kyle: Like I said, we were doing alright, so it really is no big deal. However, now we need to go back to work. Come on.
Kenny: Wait, just... give me a sec.

Kenny decided to ask Kyle something he'd been meaning to ask for almost five years now – Whether Kyle liked him or not. After a very, very long time he finally told Kyle that he had had a crush on him for five long years, and that he didn't do anything about it until Kyle showed some indication that he liked him too. The only problem was that he started sending mixed signals; sometimes he was getting just a bit too "friendly" with him, other times he was avoiding him like the plague.
Desperate, Kenny went to talk to Ike, who was more than happy to help him out. He told him to "keep pushing" and to never give up, which he did. He'd been doing things that couldn't be interpreted as anything other than clear signs that he had a crush on Kyle, but the latter mistook them for Kenny being Kenny and dismissed them just as quickly.
After hearing Kenny's story, the first thing Kyle did was express his disbelief in it. It all sounded too perfect, like a lame romantic movie written by someone who doesn't know the first thing about real life.

Kyle: What about when we were kids and you got high on cat urine several times to see some "Boobland", or whatever?
Kenny: Three things – First, we were kids. 8 year old kids become fascinated with anything that's supposed to be for "grown-ups". Second, have you ever been high? It's awesome. I cared as much about the boobs as I do now. And third, even if I was in it for the boobs, why can't I like both?
Kyle: What about that blowjob you got from your short-time girlfriend?
Kenny: It's a blowjob! It could've been a monkey doing it for all I care.

"Although the monkey probably wouldn't have killed me. You might not remember it, but I do. How was that even possible?"

Kyle: ...I'm sorry, I just don't buy it.
Kenny: What do I have to do to prove it to you? Two days ago I stood semi-naked in front of you in the locker room and literally held your hand. Yesterday I held your hand a second time. And that's nothing, compared to the other stuff I did. I'm guessing all of that didn't mean anything to you, so do you want a kiss or something? Because I'm OK with that.

"If it were up to me, we'd be making out right now."

Kyle: ...You could take me on a date.
Kenny: ...A what?
Kyle: You heard me. A date.
Kenny: You mean like a ...date date?

"I wasn't aware of another kind of date that would fit this discussion."

Kyle was starting to lose patience, but he wanted to be sure if Kenny was telling the truth or not. After all, he couldn't take the chance that he was wrong. He decided to make one last effort to explain to Kenny exactly what he meant.

Kyle: ...Yes, a date date. Me, you, dinner, movie.

"That's about as unimaginative as dates get, but it's something we both enjoy, I guess."

Kenny thought about Kyle's proposal for a while. A date wasn't really definitive, at least in Kenny's opinion, but it was a start. The boys were once again quiet. This time, Kenny was still wondering whether he should go on a date with Kyle and if so, where to take him, whereas Kyle was just trying to figure out what Kenny was thinking. A few minutes later, Kyle's phone rang. It was his mother.

Kyle: ...Hang on, I gotta take this. Just think about what I said. Quietly. I don't want my mom hearing about this.

"You want me to take you out on a date, but you don't want your mom to know about it? Unless you also want me to fly you off to another planet, I don't see how that's possible..."

Kyle: ...OK mom. Thanks for warning me. Listen, my mom, dad and brother are going to be away for a few more hours. My dad doesn't want to drive around with this much snow; he says he can't see clearly. Basically we're going to be alone for the next couple of hours.

"That doesn't sound bad at all..."

The boys spent the following two hours finishing and preparing for their presentation. It would've taken a lot less time, but Kenny started joking about pretty much everything, despite Kyle's initial protests. After a while, however, he also lightened up a bit. Eventually, they finally finished it and had practiced it to the point that they could do it with their eyes closed and standing on their heads.

"Well, that was incredibly boring. I don't know why Kyle insisted on practicing this so much."

Kyle: So, have you thought about what I said?

"I totally forgot about that, but I guess there's really only one answer."

Kenny: I just have one question – How am I supposed to take you out on a date without your mom finding out?
Kyle: ...I dunno.
Kenny: ...You could sleep over at my house. Just you and me... And my family, but they won't bother us. It's technically not a date, but it's the best I can do, if you're really so insistent that your mom doesn't find out.

"I don't see what the big deal is, but I'll do it anyway, for you."

Kyle: Sure. That works.
Kenny: Cool... Do you believe me now?
Kyle: ...Maybe a bit.

Kenny approached Kyle, held his hands and smiled.

Kenny: Just a bit?

Kyle smiled back at him, made him sit on his bed and sat on his lap.

"Yeah, 'just a bit'."

Kyle approached Kenny's lips, but was interrupted by the sound of the front door being opened. His mom called out to him, and he ran downstairs, which made Kenny sad. He walked around Kyle's room, waiting for him to come back. A few minutes later, he did. He closed the door behind him and wrapped his arms around Kenny.

Kyle: Sorry about that... Now, where was I?

Kenny blushed and locked lips with Kyle for a few seconds. They were once again interrupted, this time by Ike knocking on Kyle's bedroom door.

"Oh, for fuck's sake."

Kyle released Kenny and opened the door. Ike noticed that they were both blushing and embarrassed, so he decided to leave them alone for now. Kenny closed the door again, this time also locking it, and put Kyle in his arms like a baby, which made both of them laugh. Then he carefully put him down on his bed and lied down next to him. They cuddled for a few minutes, just listening to each other's breathing and enjoying being close to each other, until Kenny finally decided to say something.

Kenny: ...I care very much for you, Kyle. I don't know if now you believe me or not, but it's the truth... I love you. I want to be with you forever.

"I know... I just hope this really lasts forever."

Well, that's the end. I have a half-plot in my head right now for the twelfth story. It was supposed to be the end for this one, but it didn't work out. If I can make a full plot out of it, it should be about two chapters long, maybe three.