Chapter Eight

I sat at my computer desk that night, my hands on my forehead. I let out a groan in frustration and twirled my chair around to see the body of my best friend sound asleep on my bed. We had meant to be studying; but he just didn't seem in the mood for anything; nor did he have enough energy to do anything. So I called it quits and carried him upstairs to bed; and we've been like this for a good three hours now. I was too angry to stand up from my seat; and I would feel too guilty doing anything to wake Kyle up. I turned back to my desk and just decided I'd work on some English project on my computer.

I opened my IM messenger and left it minimized as I surfed the net for ideas on my project. The requirements were to be a ten-page story about a subject you feel deeply about. In other words; you take something in your life and screw it around with fake characters and such.

But the more I searched the net, the more my mind seemed to die and wither slowly. Everything in the news was so boring I couldn't possibly stand reading it to then try and write it as a cool story. But then I thought; it could be anything I felt deeply about, right?

I looked back over my shoulder at Kyle. No…I couldn't possibly write about him and me…or could I?

I gave a small smile, and began to type down the opening paragraph introducing the characters. If I was clever enough; it would seem like anyone's life. I made the first one a blonde guy with brown eyes; and the other was a girl with brown hair and blue eyes. They were friends their whole lives; and then this other girl came and dated the guy.

This project was a walk in the park; only I had to make up the ending. To make them come together or not? I guess I could always write both endings and choose from there. So I did, and now I still can't decide the outcome. It was kind of an issue; I mean, it could happen to me still. What if I told Kyle how I felt? Would these two outcomes come into play? Would it be better or worse than these?

"What are you doing…?" His voice was quiet and I felt his arms slink down on my shoulders.

"I thought I'd do my English story." I turned my head as far as I could and sent a smile. "You feel better after the sleep?"

"Much." He rest his chin on his hand and stared at the screen. "Do you mind if I read it?"

I hesitated for a second, before nodding once. "Did you want the chair?"

"Nah it's cool, you can stay there." He instead moved around the chair and cheekily sat on my lap. I stiffened as he leant back on my chest and began reading my screen.

"You know this is totally gay." I commented, subconsciously letting my hands fall down onto his thighs.

"It's only gay if people can see us." He smirked and his eyes narrowed. "You've written two endings?"

"Yeah, I wasn't sure whether or not to have it a happy ending or a sad one." I said casually, leaning my chin on his shoulder. "What do you recon?"

"Well…" He stopped, and frowned. "Oh, your girlfriend is trying to talk to you."

He got up angrily, and sat himself down on my bed. I sighed and clicked on the orange flash at the bottom of my screen and typed a quick message before turning my computer off. I got up and made my way to my bed and flopped backwards on it.

"Dude? You blew her off." Kyle stated quietly and turned himself to look at me. "She's gonna be totally pissed."

"Well, she's just gonna have to deal with it wont she?" I smiled at him, before moving to rest my head on his lap. "Besides, its rude to talk to her when you're here."

I felt his fingers massaging my scalp. "Well that's true. By the way, you did save your English assignment?"

I groaned and slapped my face softly. "Shit, I didn't! Now I gotta start all over again…oh well, at least it was an easy concept."

"Well, that's good to know then…" I looked up at him. "And I'd go with the happy ending. That guy deserves to get his friend in the end."

I smiled and turned my head away from him; not wanting him to notice the tinge of pink hat had just spread across my face. I felt like a puppy; lapping his affection up as if I'd never receive it again. And yet he didn't once turn around and think it weird I was doing so. So then, did that mean he was enjoying this as much as I was?

My mobile suddenly went off, and I felt his hand stop to grab it before I could react. I could feel the tension and anger sifting off him as he thrust it into my face. "It's Wendy."

I took the phone a he said that and threw it into my bed. "I'll just leave it."

"No, take it or you'll never hear the end of it tomorrow."

I whined at him like a little puppy before sighing and answering it. "Hello?"

"Hey, did I wake you or something?" God her voice is so FAKE!

"Yeah, you did actually…But what's up anyway?" God I hated doing this in front of Kyle; acting like everything is fine when really its so messed up.

"I just wanted to talk to you about Bebe. But I guess it can wait til tomorrow. I'll let you sleep, alright?"

"You sure you don't wanna talk about it now?"

"N-no…she's just walked in the door. I'll talk to you tomorrow." Her voice was almost a hiss and with a click she was gone.

"What did she want?" Kyle asked bluntly.

"To…talk about Bebe." I frowned and put my phone on the dresser before moving back into a comfortable position on Kyle; who made no attempt to even ask about it. I smiled, and closed my eyes at his continuation of massaging my head.