( A night with my best friend 🛌)
✍️ Chapter Twelve✍️
After a while of watching sports, I became bored and announced my leave to the bedroom. I was slightly tired and when they both ignored me, I simply trudged over to my bedroom. I knew Kyle was sleeping over tonight, he will have the spare bedroom right across from mine. There was absolutely no way my parents were going to let him go back there tonight. Not if things were as tense as we imagined them to be. I was still quite curious of what had happened. I had hoped to talk to him about it. I guess he wouldn’t until he was finally ready to talk to me.
In my bedroom, I took my laptop and continued where I left off with my project. It was due Monday and I was simply polishing off the some details. I was at this for whole hour and a half before I heard talking voices in the hallway. My parents and Kyle were calling it a night too. The shut of the door opposite from me indicated that Kyle was already given that spare room.
I decided to call it a night too as I switched off my equipment and turned my lamp off.
I tried to sleep. I couldn’t. My mind was wondering about Kyle. I knew he wouldn’t sleep tonight. It will be haunting him. I shifted in my bed contemplating whether to go and check up on him. However, that action was deemed unacceptable by conventions. But Kyle needed me, he needed someone to hold him while he vented out his emotions.
I sat up in my bed and pulled my duvet away. I got out of the bed, moving towards my door. It was there that I stopped, contemplating, deciding what to do.
Just as I was about to open my door, a small quiet knock rapped against it. It was followed by Kyle’s small voice.
“Keya?” He whispered. “Are you sleeping?”
As quickly as he spoke I wrenched the door open, and saw him standing before me in the dark.
I let him inside and just as I closed the door, Kyle pulled me into a constricting hug and buried his head in the crook of my neck. Surprised by this, I simply hugged him back, wrapping my arms around his neck and shoulders. We stayed this way for a while.
The fact he kept on on crushing me as hugged me meant that my breathing was restricted. It was after a while that he realised I was struggling.
My comment resulted in the suggestive look from him.
“Jeez! Not like that!” I shook my head, punching him for his dirty mind. He smiled and it was that small smile that gave me hope that he will be fine.
We moved towards the bed where we both sat cross legged. The t-shirt I was wearing got pulled up slightly but with awkward adjustments I managed to hide my thighs. I looked up at him at the same time he looked away from my legs. I flushed from his look. I closed my eyes for a few seconds to rid all illicit thoughts so that I can focus on the important issue in this matter.
“What did he do?” I asked him. I took both of his hands in a sincere gesture as possible. Those hands swallowed my own and I thought it ironic how big and manly his hands were, but at the same time they were so fragile and vulnerable.
Kyle was staring hauntingly at our joint hands as well and I could tell that he was going over what had happened before I picked him up.
He looked up at my eyes, searching them and lacing them with his intense bright green emeralds.
“What did he do?” I asked him again.
He looked away from my own searching eyes and stared back at our joint hands.
He shrugged, “The usual.” He answered me.
I coaxed him to continue and so he did.
“He got drunk, got knows where. He came home to find me watching TV and for a while he sat quietly and watched. Then moments later he was up at my face, took me by the collar and started screaming drunken curses at me.” I knew telling me this was hard for him. His body was beginning to shake and he was clenching and unclenching his jaw at every sentence he took.
“What did he say, Kyle?” I squeezed the hands that were holding mines.
He looked up at me and those glazing green orbs pierced my own in the most intense gaze. My lungs at that moment decided to stop functioning.
“He blamed me, Key,” His voice broke for a moment and I waited until he regained his composure to explain.
“He blamed me. He said it was my fault that mom and Jase left, he said that I drove them away, he…he said it was because I was a uselessly coward bàstard…” I watched him press his head unto our joint hands, his shaking form made me shake too.
I knew Kyle didn’t cry. For the past eight years I’ve known him, he’s never shed tears. He never cried when his mother decided to leave them when he was only but nine. He never cried when his father took into drinking after her departure. He never cried when his father’s drunkenness led him to be violent towards his children, especially towards his older brother of six years, Jason, who long left eight years ago because of the same issue. Kyle didn’t cry when his father then turned his drunken violence towards him after his brother’s departure.
No, Kyle never cried. However, I knew inside he was tearing apart. Inside he bottled up his emotions so that he would let them affect his exterior. It was only rarely that he broke down and showed me his vulnerable self. And it was times like this that my heart went for him because he’s suffered more than his fair share of pain in his life.
It was issues with his father that lead him to change his appearance in the first place. Long gone was that sweet nerdish boy with braces when I met him. Now he was replaced by this fierce, bad boyish looking man.
“You don’t seriously believe him do you?” I asked trying to find the root of his problem.
He looked up at me with his haunted expression and his silence was enough answer for me to know that he did.
“Kyle!” I shook him to his senses. “He’s wrong. It’s not your fault, he’s just trying to find someone to blame for his own selfish misdemeanors!”
Kyle was glowering at our hands and at the same time he was stroking my knuckles, leaving a burning sensation which I tried not let it affect me.
“What if he’s right? What if they left because of me, because of my uselessness in this life. What’s the point Key? They never cared enough for me to stay, they left me with him, not caring what happened to me.” He was blinking at me, the depth of his emotion searing at my own pain receptors.
“Aw, Ky.” I shifted on the bed until I hugged him. It was awkward because he was taller and bigger than me, so in the end we ended up lying face to face on the bed. I stroked his hair because I couldn’t help it.
“I don’t believe that’s true. We don’t really know the reason why they left but I strongly suspect its because of that narcissistic áss, not you, Ky.” I whispered to him.
His eyes were closed tightly and this told me that he was trying his best to rid the demons that told him otherwise, he was trying his best to believe my words. He stayed this way for long while and I was trying my best to think of something that will distract him from his current predicament.
I remembered the party and meeting Ryland’s friends and thought this might be good enough change of subject, a safer subject from this one.
“Guess who I met today,” I moved my hand from his hair, took his fisted hand and entangled it with my own.
His eyes slowly opened and at this close proximity, I studied the green ocean pool that drowned me instantly.
“Who?” His voice was hoarse, huskier.
“James, Ryland’s friend.”
He frowned for a moment. “James as in James Bradley?”
I smile, “I didn’t learn his surname but I guess so. He said you saved his life.”
For a split second, I watched the change in Kyle’s expression as he let out a small chuckle. It made me grin too because it was refreshing to see it after the earlier haunted look he wore.
“He always exaggerates that day. It wasn’t like he was dying or anything.” He told me, a ghost of a grin appearing in his face.
“Well, he seems so grateful.” I shrugged. Then I sighed as I remembered just how Kyle saved James.
“You know one of these days, your uncanny ability to fight is going to get you into more trouble.”
This time he grinned, “Worried?” He asked.
“Of course I am. I mean, people are always talking about how they shouldn’t mess with you. Sometimes it makes me want to see this side of you but then again I tell myself that I really don’t.” I closed my eyes and I could feel Kyle’s searing gaze.
“I hope you never do.” He whispered, his tone serious and my eyes instantly shot open. Our gazes locked for a brief moment without either of us saying anything. I couldn’t look at him for long before my eyes dropped to stare at his neck. I was feeling odd; my chest seemed ready to burst out my vital organ which couldn’t stop its incessant beating.
Kyle’s response was only to shift me closer towards his body and I found my face buried in his neck and his chin pressed on top of my head as we cuddled.
“Thank you, Key.” He said suddenly.
I snorted, misunderstanding, “For what?”
I understood he was thanking me for being there for him, especially every time when his father decided to fruck things up for him.
We stayed this way for a while until I broke the silence yet again.
“So are you going tomorrow?” I asked him.
“Maybe.” He replied. Another silent moment was followed.
“I want you to come…it’s going to be fun…It might get your mind off things, for a while.” I suggested.
He didn’t reply, just made a grunting noise in his throat.
“By the way, you’re not going to that party to do what I think you’re planning to do?”
I frowned. “What do you mean?”
He waited for me to finally realise where he was headed with his statement. I blushed realising what he meant and I remained silence just as did. I let him fret on my silence.
“Key,” He shook me. “Are you seriously planning to lose you’re virginity tomorrow.”
“Of course not!” I lied.
He caught my lie.
“Okay, I’m going tomorrow.” He said after five minutes of silence.
I tried to remain ignorant at why he suddenly changed his mind about the party tomorrow. Instead I closed my eyes because really to fret over this issue was tiring. I was too comfortable tucked under him this way. I turned to the other side, so my back was against his front. He pulled me close so that we were practically spooning. His pressed his face in my neck and his soft breathing lulled me to peaceful sleep.
I don’t how long we stayed this way. However, it was before I was at the brink of unconsciousness, when I felt him shifting uncomfortably. The bodily warmth that had been projecting from him was wiped away when he sat up.
In a small mutter he said something I knew was for his ears only because he said, “Damn, even in your sleep you turn me on!”
✍️ Chapter Thirteen✍️
The morning that followed was better than yesterday. Kyle was back to his normal self. It was as if yesterday didn’t happen at all.
I had made breakfast and Kyle and Teddy ate every single last bit of it commenting at my chef skills. The conversation was normal until my mother brought up last night.
“I heard movement last night.” She said, biting her bacon. Her eyes staring straight at me as if she knew exactly what happened.
I tried not to blush as I swallowed what I was eating, but my ears were already burning. Kyle on the other hand stared fixated at his plate, remaining ignorant. I cleared my throat in order to make a plausible excuse.
“I needed to use the hallway bathroom so—” I stopped abruptly because my words were being echoed by Kyle’s own sentence as he mentioned that he’d gone to use the bathroom in the middle of the night too.
We stared at each other and my parents had mirrored confused faces.
“So you both went to use the same bathroom?” My mother asked.
“Uh…” Kyle scratched the back of his neck.
“No, I went to use the bathroom. I don’t know what Kyle was doing?” I stared him, trying to convey some warning. He just frowned at me.
“Right…whatever.” Kelly rolled her eyes, obviously not believing me but choosing to ignore the issue anyway.
The conversation changed right then and there. We finished our breakfast and whilst my parents got ready to go shopping for the backyard garden since it was the beginning of spring and they were planning to trim and plant the garden to perfection, Kyle and I went in my room to do the usual.
“So, are you going back…?” I trailed my question but he knew what I was referring to.
Kyle shrugged. “My clothes are in his house, I have to.” He explained, his tone was haunted.
“Do you want me to come?” I asked. “I mean, I don’t know when Sav wants me to come over to her house but right now I can get the things I need for tonight…I have time.”
He stared at me for a while. “You know you don’t have to.”
“Ky, you can’t go back there alone.” I protested.
“He might not be home,” He shrugged.
I looked at him long and meaningfully.
“Fine, fine.” Kyle held both of his hands up in defeat.
I changed my expression to one containing a satisfied grin.
“Good… I’m gonna take a shower.” I told him as I went over to get my toiletries and a change of clothes since there was no way I was walking out of that shower naked. Even if I had a towel to cover my modesty, I didn’t want what happened last time to repeat itself.
After taking a shower without any embarrassing incidences occurring, Kyle and I left my house and drove my car back to his house.
It took precisely twenty minutes and when we got there we found out that he was right when he’d said that son of an áss would not be home.
We took advantage of his absence and hung around. It wasn’t as depressing as I anticipated since his presence wasn’t there to make it depressing. I spent the next hour or so helping Kyle clean the house from all the bottles of alcohol. I scrubbed the bathroom, kitchen and he swept the living area. We managed to make the house look presentable.
For the next hours we did the usual. We watched movies, played on his Xbox—with me losing each time—and laughed each time I tried to crack a joke. It was safe to say that being comedian wasn’t my calling.
I decided to play a prank on Kyle’s father when I went over to use the bathroom. I emptied all of his toothpaste by flushing it down the drain and replaced it with his shaving cream. It wasn’t that of a great prank but it sure made me smile indulgently just thinking of the outcome. The man deserved what was coming.
When I got back to Kyle’s room I told him what I did and he just shrugged and stared at me as if I was crazy but we didn’t discuss it more.
“What time are you coming to the party?” I asked him.
He shrugged. “Late…what time does it start?”
I shrugged too, “I never got the specifics, but I’m sure Sav would want to be there before everyone.”
“Why?” He frowned and I remembered that he hasn’t witnessed how Sav has been acting towards Ryland.
“Ryland.” I said his name as a way of an explanation.
“She really is into that guy?” He was leaning back at his pillow, looking at me with shrewd eyes. I was currently sitting crossed legged at the edge of his bed.
“Pretty much.” I rolled my eyes. “Are you going over at Ned’s?”
“Yeah. He won’t want to miss this party.” He smiled that snide smirk that had me staring at him for more than necessary.
When I blinked again, Kyle was frowning as if having an afterthought to what he had said.
“What?” I asked.
His frown deepened but it wasn’t directed at me.
“Ky, what is it?” I shook him.
He blinked as if he coming back from his reverie. “No, I was just thinking.”
He stared long and meaningfully at me for a moment, his eyes trapping my own into an abyss of green. It was mere minutes before he broke the gaze, smiled at me and shook his head.
It was after that when my phone buzzed in my jeans and the caller ID belonged to Sav.
“Yeah.” I answered after the second ring.
“Where are you? I’m knocking your house door and no one is answering.” She bellowed. She was annoyed.
“Oh…I’m at Kyle’s. Sorry I forgot to text you.”
“The party starts in two hours, Keya and Ryly wants me to be there an hour earlier. That means we have one hour to get ready. One hour.” She was fuming.
I rolled my eyes.
“Just come over to Kyle’s.” I told her.
“Nuh-uh. Haven’t you heard what I just said? We have an hour to get ready. I don’t have the time to drive over Kyle’s to get you and drive back home. You have to come over to me.” She ranted.
“Sav…” I pleaded.
She groaned on the other end. “No, Key.”
“I swear if you make me late it’s your entire fault.”
“Just come. You won’t be late; it’s a freaking party no one needs to be early.”
She only murmured a curse before she hanged up on me.
Kyle was staring at me bemusedly. His arms folded across his chest, revealing those biceps that I was starting to love.
“Apparently, Ryly wants her there an hour early.” I rolled my eyes.
He chuckled at the way I pronounced the nickname Sav gave Ryland.
“Having your way as always.”
“Me? Having my way?” I squelched in disbelief. “Never! Sav is the one always coercing me into things.”
“Yeah but, when you want, you can be quite convincing sometimes. Trust me when I say that I’m talking from experience.” He smirked.
I narrowed my eyes at him, grabbing the next object that was in my view and threw it at him. It was his dirty socks and he caught them before they struck him.
“What did I tell you? You’re attempts are feeble.” He laughed.
“Whatever, I’m hungry. I’m gonna go and see what you have that’s salvageable in this house.” I dashed out of his bed quickly, running downstairs to the kitchen.
Just as I was making some sandwich, I smelt him before I could feel him behind me. My whole back tensed up in anticipation as he reached out to grab a fruit from the basket. His body enveloped my whole body in the process.
I tried restarting my breathing again as soon as he backed away and after a few deep breaths, I faced him as I held out a plate of sandwiches.
We ate in what I would say was the most silent we’ve ever been and though I tried to ignore Kyle’s penetrating gaze, I couldn’t. However, I didn’t suffer this ordeal for long because Sav began honking her car outside indicating her arrival.
“You better go now before the neighbours start complaining,” Kyle said, breaking the silence.
I nodded as I retrieved my bag.
Get it together. Keya, this is Kyle your best friend. Stop looking at him like he’s someone to fantasise over!
“I’m gonna leave my car here,” I told him. “I’ll come back for it tomorrow.” The only reasons I made this excuse was so that I could check up on him tomorrow.
He shrugged. “Fine.”
“Okay.” He smiled but I knew that smile was forced.
As I walked out of his house toward Sav’s purring car, I was confused by his last expression because I didn’t understand it. I wasn’t sure if it was because he didn’t want me to leave or if yesterday’s events still saddened him. But I knew it was the latter.
I just hoped that wherever that alcoholic bàstard was, he wouldn’t come back to ruin Kyle’s mood.
“What took you so long?” Sav complained as soon as I was in the confines of her car.
“You need to chill. We won’t be late.” I told her as I buckled my seatbelt when she began cruising away.
“We will be if I’m to do all your hair and makeup.” She silently fumed. But I knew I was safe from her annoyance. If I got her to come to Kyle’s I was sure I would be safe from whatever spill she would have later.
We got to Sav’s house quicker than expected, but that was because she drove like barrelling train. The instant we were inside her house, she dragged me up to her room giving me less time to greet her mother and little sister, whom were busy in the living performing some ballerina dance moves.
“I hope you showered.” She commented when she sat me down next to her mirror where all her glamourising equipment was ready to be used.
“I did. Seriously Sav, I get that you like this guy and that you want to impress him and all. But, being late is not that big of a deal! It’s a freaking party for crying out loud!” I complained when she began manhandling my face as if she was examining her canvas. Although artists didn’t even treat their artwork like this.
She was murmuring cusses beneath her breath again, but, I knew she was far gone. Her mind at the moment was concentrating on getting my face, hair and nails all done into perfection.
I let her do as she wished, I don’t know for how long. However, it was surprising when she even took little time to finish with me, because the end result was staggering.
My face was so artistically constructed, I didn’t even recognise myself in the mirror. Though, she didn’t plaster my face with too much make-up. However, what she used only enhanced my features. My hair for starters; gone was that curly perm that always inhabited in my head. Instead, my hair was straight for once. I repeat, flat-line straight. My brown hair has always been highlighted with dirty blondish colour, however, this time the colours merged together to give a chestnut brown colour. My hair was perfectly placed in my shoulders with a side fringe.
Let’s not even get started on my face. My eyes; boy, were the colour of my eyes so vivid. I think it was the eye shadow she used, because my eyes looked more silver than greenish grey. The mascara along with the eye-liner accentuated my lashes to give this whole catlike look. I had no foundation on my face nor any blusher or bronzer, however, my lips were coloured with darkish red lipstick to go with the colour of the dress I would be wearing.
I had to hand it to Sav, she was a master when it came to make-up. She only gave me a minute to examine myself before she got me up and away to dress myself. My patience towards her impatient attitude was slowing waning, but, I told myself to not lose it. After all, it was just a party.
So going over to change into the red short dress I planned on wearing, Sav became busy fixing herself in the mirror. Once I had finished shimmying into the dress, it had taken her that much time to finish with her face before she got to her hair. But, I did take my sweet time to dress.
She was done when I finished putting on my heels and next thing she did was to put on her outfit.
“Did you shave?” She asked suddenly.
“What?” I exclaimed at her inquiry.
She shimmyed into her own mini dress. Her dress material and make was different from mine in that the dress was white and it showed a little skin not just in her legs and arms but in the curve of her hips. She looked hot, as usual. But I could tell she really went out of her way this time.
“You know what I’m talking about. Since you’re planning to swipe your v-card tonight, you must have at least taken precautions. Guys nowadays like it Brazilian!” She was serious. It was that dead pan look on her face that had me staring at her with my eyes bulging out and my mouth agape in utter shock and disbelief.
“What?” She asked.
“Are you joking or?”
“I am being serious here, Key.” She frowned. “Do you have a condom?”
“I’m guessing you don’t. Did you even think of getting one?” She was frantically searching her bag as she said this.
I think my mascara was going to blind my eyes by the amount of times I was blinking rapidly at her. I was still in the state of shock from her Brazilian comment.
“Here.” She took out two silver foil packets out and thrust them to me.
When I didn’t move a muscle, she dashed toward me to place them in the smaller bag that I was carrying since I was leaving the big bag that contained the rest of my clothes and toiletries.
“Seriously?” I repeated my stunned phrase.
“Hey, safety comes first, Key. You of all people should know that!” She defended herself.
She rolled her eyes, ignored me as she went over to the mirror to check herself for one final time before checking the time.
“Shit! It’s been two freaking hours already. The party has already started. Damn, Keya, you were meant to tell me the time!” She blamed me as she began dragging me downstairs.
“I am not you’re time keeper!”
“Doesn’t matter, you should have at least told me.” We said our goodbyes-well, I said my goodbyes-to her mother and Lily before we ran like monkeys in heels to her car.
She began the ignition as soon as we were inside and we were off instantly.
“For frúck sake, Sav, I don’t want to die yet. Slow down!” I complained when she hit the gas going over the required speed limit.
“You don’t understand. He wanted me there an hour earlier.” She muttered mostly to herself than me.
“I’m sure he doesn’t care. Seriously, Sav, no one is ever early in parties. I’m sure people are just starting to leave their houses.”
She shrugged as she swerved off a car getting angry honks from the driver who was now behind us.