AN: Hey there! Sorry to everyone who's been reading for not updating in so long! I haven't really been able to get onto my computer (These fancy gizmos am I right?) ;) But yeah! Anyways, I hope you like it!

Always There

Chapter 2:

All too soon his perfect face is gone.

I turn to walk up to the house's main exit when I am tackled to the ground by a puff of orange.

"Stan? Stan! Stan are you real?" He sobs. He was lying on top of me, hands bunching up the fabric of my jacket.

I reach up to his beautiful face and rest a hand on his warm cheek. I've been cold for so long, I forgot what it felt like. Tears stream down my face, but I'm smiling.

"Kyle, I'm real."

"Are you sure?" he squeaks. Oh god, he sounds so broken.

"I'm real, Kyle. I promise."

I lean forward and delicately press my lips to his pale cheek.

"I promise I'm real."

As I pull away, I see his emerald eyes boring into my blue ones. He reaches a hand up to his cheek, placing it just above where I had kissed him.

He lifts me up to a sitting position with the hand he still had tangled in my shirt and after looking at me for a while longer, pulled me into a soft embrace. It wasn't forceful, it wasn't aggressive, but loving and relieving. I burrowed my head into the crook of his neck, taking in his familiar scent.

"I knew you would come back for me," he whispers into my ear.

I exhale slowly.

"Of course."

I'm not really sure how long we stayed like that, but it seemed like a while before I could feel Kyle shiver beneath me. Oh right, he's still in his pajamas...

I hesitantly pull away, but he pulls me right back, forcefully.

"Kyle," I say,"You're cold."

"It doesn't matter."

I pull away again, and this time he obliges.

I stand up and reach out a hand to him, which he gladly accepts.

I pull him up, and give his hand a squeeze, not letting go.

We walk, hand in hand, into his house and up to his room without a word said.

I'm sitting on the edge of Kyle's small bed, waiting for him to finish changing into dry clothes.

He comes out, wearing a pair of baggy grey sweats and a black Terrance and Phillip shirt. If he could just stop being so damned perfect all the time, maybe I wouldn't be so nervous.

"Kyle, do you know where that shirt's from?" I ask softly.

He smiles back, "You bought it for me, loser."

"Dork," I say back, but wrap an arm loosely around him as he lays down on the bed next to me.

"Stan?" he asks.

"Hmm?"

"How is this happening?"

I'm silent for a while, trying to think of how to explain it.

"Kyle, what happened a year ago today?"

"I, you... car..."

"Yeah. Well I... died," It was a hard word to say in front of the one I loved.

"I know,"

"Well, because I died so suddenly and unexpectedly, I get to come back. But, only for one day."

"You mean you're going to... leave me again?" his voice cracked.

"Kyle, you can't see me, but I am always there. I come visit you every day. I'm holding your hand whenever you're crying, even though you can't feel it. I never left you, and I never will."

"So you saw when I... you know,"

"Yeah."

"I'm sorry," he says, pain evident in his voice.

"Kyle... don't be. We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. What happened hurt you, and I know there's nothing I can do to make it up to you. I... love you Kyle, no matter what happened, or what you did. What's important is that you're here now, and I'm here now, and... I really want to kiss you."

He turned over so that he was facing me.

"So, kiss me," he said.

It's been so long since I've done this, what if I'm not good at it anymore? No. Stan, man up!

I reached up to his head, brushing a stray curl from his perfect face before resting it on his cheek. I leaned forward and instinctively closed my eyes before brushing my lips against his. I let them linger there for a moment before building up the confidence to close the gap between us.

Kissing Kyle was like everything I've ever wanted, and then some. I could feel his hot tears mixing with mine as he draped his hand around the back of my neck, pulling us closer.

"I only get one day with you Kyle, and I don't want to waste it," I murmured after pulling away in awe.

"So don't, and kiss me again."