Maybe Kyle spent the last episode hanging out at Cafe du Monde with the rest of the Jackson Square freaks.

❝fortune | eva & kyl

" Yeah, I’d really like to…" Evan stopped abruptly as if the wind had been knocked out of her, Malachi and Elias were here, she felt it as clearly as she felt the beating of her heart; her inexplicable, and uncontrollable, spidery web had stitched its fine silken threads to both of the males against her wishes and now the link seemed irrevocable. "But my friends just got here and unlike Zoe and that Madison girl, I definitely can’t leave them to wander around on their own. I don’t think your friends are anything like you are and they’d be easy prey. I don’t want to cause anymore trouble tonight, the moon is already full with it." She rambled, gathering her breath again, knowing her tongue had become way too lax in his presence for reasons she couldn’t quite fathom. She had went from being wary of the boy, and perhaps part of her still was, to feeling like he was one of the only people who ever truly understood her, all in a matter of seconds. She wanted him to go back wherever he’d come from, to vanish into the sweaty, stinking mass of mindless bodies occupying the party and yet she wished she could talk to him until the sun came up, to savor the sweet anonymity of his stranger and revel in all the unburdening he could provide.

Kyle swiftly scanned the crowd, seeking out anyone who might look out of place or worthy to be a friend to this beautiful girl who seemingly appeared out of nowhere solely to keep him company while his fellow classmates slogged through the motions of "having fun". He gave her a crooked smile that revealed the dimple in his left cheek. "Okay. Well, hopefully I'll see you around later. Maybe you can introduce me to your friends." He took two steps back and stopped. "It was really nice talking to you, by the way." He wanted to say more but felt the blood rushing to his cheeks, so he turned and headed for the porch steps. He glanced at her once more, lingering in the doorway, committing the waves in her hair and the curves of her bronze shoulders to memory, and waded into the swirling mass of people in search of his jacket.

plot twist: zachary quinto plays the next supreme 

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I always forget that I worked on this movie and saw 2006 Evan Peters chillin' near the catering truck (2006 Me didn't like talking to people/making new friends and did not approach)