Chapter 8: I Love You Back

Kyle

He never came. I waited Saturday night, and he never came. Did he feel uncomfortable with me now? Now that I told him that I cared about him? That I loved him? Did he feel so bad, that he was never going to come over again? Who the hell was I crushing on, anyway? I sighed uneasily as I tried to sleep that night. I could hardly sleep. I needed to know he was okay. I needed to know that I hadn't spoken too much the night I told him I was crushing on him. I needed to see him.

I got a call from Stan, and he told me everything Kenny told him. I felt like such a fucking dick. I had been totally mean to Kenny because of my illness. He had tried to help me, and I'd been a total fuck pole. And I felt the extent of my harm after pushing him away. I knew I made him feel so bad even after he had taken care of me the way he did. I found myself in my room after breakfast, thinking about him. The way it felt to have him hold me. The way it felt to have him catch me after I fell down. The way he had held me close when the room had been crowded to death with my best friends, Stan's girlfriend, and my brother. Now, where was he?

I had apologized when Stan called that day, to tell me about what happened. He was right. Kenny did have emotions, and he did deserve to fall apart once in a while. He did feel bad. I had talked to him a while after Stan had told me. Because he'd come into Stan's room. I said sorry, and he told me that he didn't need me to say it. He said he didn't need apologies. Not from me, and not from Stan. It sounded like we were okay. But were we? Ike decided to go over to Philmore's place, and mom and dad left on Errands. It was two in the afternoon, on Sunday, and my doorbell rang.

I got up and walked down stairs and into the living room. I quickly opened the door, and spotted the last person I'd expected. Mysterion was standing right in front of my door. In broad day light. I stopped breathing.

"Are you gonna let me in?" he asked.

"Myst-Mysterion?" I stuttered. "What? What are you doing here?"

"Came to see you." he said smiling. "You feeling all right?" he asked. "I had to be somewhere last night, and couldn't make your appointment. But you were safe, though. Eric was out in Denver. Seen as he can't get laid here, he probably went to the red light district." he said laughing a little. "So, are you gonna hold your breath until I have to revive you with mouth to mouth, or are you gonna let me in?" he asked.

I pulled my door open, and he stepped in. I closed the door, and he and I both sat down on the couch. We were quiet.

"Are you well enough?" he asked. "You need anything."

"No. I just wanted to say sorry." I whispered sadly. "I told you way too much last time."

Suddenly, he wrapped me up in a tight hug. Before I could do anything, his lips were pressed against mine. I moaned as he twisted his fingers through my hair. I let out a gasp as he gently touched my bottom lip with his tongue. I let him slide in slowly. He felt so fucking good! Damn! I gasped as he lay with me, kissing me. Holding me so close. But I still couldn't see his face.

"Why can't I know?" I asked as he pulled away from me and my sudden movement. "Please! I wanna know who I really, really love."

"Right. And risk the chance that if you see me, you may not love what you see behind the hood." he said smiling. "I love you too much for that, Kyle. Way too much." he said softly.

I felt his hips raise up a little bit and grind into me. He was just as hard as I was! He loved me, too.

"I can't do this, Kyle." he moaned as he pushed me off of him. "I can't do this. Stop." he said pushing me away. "Stop."

He stood up and walked towards the door. "Where are you going?" I asked as I stood up myself.

"I'm leaving. I can't do this, Kyle. It's not right." he said sighing. "It's not right."

"Why?" I asked as tears fell from my face. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked stomping my foot.

"Because to know that someone cares about me this much is the most special thing in the world. But to have to love you like this, because I can't tell you who I am? No. I can't do it. I have to wait until you know who I am." he said sighing.

"So, take off your hood!" I yelled as he opened the door and left. "Come back here!" I yelled without being able to stop myself. "Come, fucking back here!"

Author's Note:

This was short. There should've been more emotion, or something. Oh well. REVIEW!