Hey guys, sorry for the massive delay. Unfortunately this is the last chapter and its well; crap. but i had pretty much no more drive to stretch this out; also i didnt want to bore you anymore with this.

But thanks for reading and hanging on this far. i plan to make my future stuff meet expectations!

Chapter Thirteen

I decided I'd just go home; skip the rest of school. It wasn't worth my time crawling back and sulking. May as well do that in the comfort of my own home with no one judging me and I could do whatever I pleased without getting hissed at.

Only I didn't even make it that far before throwing myself down in the snow and finally having the balls to cry. It felt right to be there in the coldness and to have my sorrows freeze up. I curled up into a tight ball and just lay there crying; and I didn't care who was watching me. I think it was a good few hours before my body finally decided I needed a break and my eyelids closed on me suddenly.

"Get up, you'll catch a cold."

That voice…it's distant, but I can tell its clearly…well actually I can't tell if it's male or female…

"Stan? Dude it's been 4 hours. Your parents are worried sick about you."

I slowly open my eyes to notice the snow is falling and the pile beside me had grown quite a bit. I moved slowly to see I was currently being covered in snow and was half buried. A black ugg boot was tapping impatiently near my feet.

"Stan, what the fuck is your problem?" The daggers from Kyle's voice finally hit. Oh, no they haven't gone in far enough, please drive them in more! "You were the one that fucked everything up, used me for your sick pleasure and YOU"RE the one crying in the snow? Tell me when this sick dream stops and it all turns to reality please!"

I sat up, and decided it was now or never to explain to him; hoping every second he would actually listen. "Look, it's not a sick dream; it's all real. Secondly, I didn't use you for anything. Why would I use someone I love that way? And thirdly, it's not entirely..."

Kyle shook his head and I trailed off. "Wait, wait, wait...what did you say?"

"I said I wouldn't use people I love?"

"Yeah, that was the line..." He knelt down beside me. "So what you're saying is you...love me."

The lying had to end now. "Yes, I do."

"Huh...hmm." He seemed a bit confused and trying to find words. "I um, well...I wouldn't say that I'm at that "love" stage..."

Wait, what? My heart seemed to squeeze at his wording. Then the bastard gave a tiny smile.

"I think I passed that stage about three years ago." His grin widened, and I threw myself back in the snow with a loud groan.

"All that effort to keep us safe; and I could've just said how I feel. God I feel so dirty, touching that thing and doing that other stuff..."

I felt Kyle's hand sit on my shoulder and squeeze a little as he started laughing. "Although it made me sick to my stomach; it was almost cute of how far you would go to ensure I was happy."

I sat up, and shook my head. "But I don't get it; how stupid am I to think that you'd never like me?"

"Well, the fact that sometimes I came on too strong then completely back away might've completely confused you." Kyle smiled at me, and then leant in to place a kiss on my forehead. "But yes, you are a bit of a dumbass none the less."

I pouted at him, but enjoyed the light peck as much as I could. He then stood up, dusted his pants off of snow, and held his hands out to me. "Come on you big goof, let's get you home and warmed up...then we can sit in front of the fire."

I grabbed his hands and hoisted myself up with a grin, and wrapped my arm around him as we walked down the street. Oh, and yes it was a happy ending, blah, blah, blah; but...

My back still caned like no tomorrow. Should really do something about that.