#frankenkyle

The dreary night loomed through the windows as my book was lit by a small, warm white light by my side. A simple little book I could read in an evening or so. It was a Christmas themed one I'll admit, but I was still happy reading it. The Christmas part of it was barely mentioned, so it didn't feel totally wrong reading it a few months before December 25th. I was distracted by it, so I didn't hear Kyle come in until he laid ontop of me. "Hi angel, what's wrong?"

"Arg.. Argument. Madison."

"Who did she argue with..?"

"Nan." You looked annoyed at the open door, and closed it quickly, so neither Nan or Madison came in. Kyle turned around, and moved under the duvet before running his finger over a paragraph, trying to read it. "Clara... clearly, clearly can't tell..." He stopped himself, unable to continue. As I held the book, I clapped and kisses his cheek.

"Well done Kyle. Wanna try and continue? I can read the rest if you don't want to." I asked, patting his head a bit.

Quickly, Kyle nodded, putting his finger back on where he stopped. "She's, she's making Charlie...un.. uncomfort.."

"Uncomfortable." I whispered slowly, taking it one syllable at a time.

"un.. comfort..able."

"that's it."

Kyle grinned and carried on reading the paragraph to his liking. It just melted me, but I felt proud of him. He was still learning to speak full sentences, and small books worked like that. "Want to read this book in its whole?"

"Can ask.. Cordelia.."

"To get a whole book for you? Okay...Well remember this book okay?" I closed the book, putting the bookmark on the page we just read. "This Winter."

"pictures." Kyle mentioned, opening it up again, and flipping through to find he different illustrations. He stared at every single one, admiring how the author drew them. Every picture of the family, sharing a Christmas that wasn't perfect. Almost like ours. Kyle didn't mind though, I let him look at the pictures as I slowly started to fall asleep. "Love...love you. Sleep."

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YOU didn't enjoy much of what you were doing in the university you were attending. The dorm you were staying in was actually quite depressing, and you refused to join a house, eventually beginning to regret it. Maybe joining one would've expanded your social circle because all you do now is go to your classes, study, then do nothing. You already hardly slept, solely because the all-nighters that you believed were "useful" just got you accustomed to being awake. Which meant you surprisingly had a lot of free-time, and what did you do with that freedom?

Nothing. Well, not entirely nothing, sometimes you'd wander around in the halls acting as if you were going somewhere. Just to get a glimpse of him, Kyle Spencer, Tulane University's Kappa Lambda Gamma golden boy. You were sure that everybody had eyes for him, he was a sweetheart and honestly, there weren't many of those around. Hoping that he never caught on to you magically encountering you in the hallways.

Obviously, you never talked to him, he was always surrounded by big groups and girls. That was too much attention to draw to yourself, and you would prefer to keep yourself hidden. You had a small pattern with your routine, you'd work, eat, wander the halls to see Kyle, then go relax somewhere. Occasionally it was a coffee shop nearby, or sometimes just the library. You weren't that creative with your locations, but it was quiet wherever you went, so who cares?

You had just finished a short essay for one of your classes, that drained you entirely, and you even missed your scheduled meal. But the one thing you couldn't miss, was your scouting. So since you're already going to be out, might as well just get a glimpse then eat while you're at it. Quickly fixing yourself up, you headed out and on your walk to the coffee shop, you saw him. But this time, this time was different, usually he never picked up on you passing by.

So, it caught you extremely off guard when he paused his mini stride and looked at you. It was brief, and you wished you were hallucinating, but he actually scanned you. With his eyes. Totally unbelievable, out of instinct of the sudden look, you unconsciously gave a WTF face. And instant regret washed through you, immediately turning away and basically began to haul ass away from him.

You made it to the coffee shop and you just kind of sat at a booth, not ordering anything, just processing. Processing that, you kind of gave a disgusted look to your crush, up-front. Groaning, you shoved your face into your hands, you didn't really feel hungry anymore, just embarrassed. You recollected yourself and made your way back to your dorm, wallowing in your shame. He probably thought that you were judging him, him of all people.

You didn't bother changing into something more comfortable, too lazy at the moment. So you just crashed into your mattress, hitting your head on the wall as you did. That was perfect for ending your day. You laid restless as you thought of how he might have interpreted that moment, scared for some reason. As drowsiness eventually consumed you, you hoped that was just a one time thing.

You were wrong, entirely, you should never hope for anything again, ever. Because as the days passed, and you did your scouting, it began to worry you, that he may have caught on to what you were doing. Whenever the two of you crossed paths, he looked your way, and sometimes even tried to speak to you. But your cowardly self would pretend not to hear him and speed walk straight to the coffee shop. To save yourself from embarrassment, you decided to try to stop this unusual ritual you had.

So, today you took a different route, a longer route, just to avoid him and not seem like a total creep. Hoping this would save your ass from him and his frat brothers remarks about you. You stalled in an abandoned hallway until you felt that it was long enough that he wouldn't be nearby. Shamefully, you made your way to your designated spot, ordering a quick drink and sitting in a corner booth. It felt odd not doing what you've always done, but maybe this was better for your attempts at trying not to be stalkerish.

You were scrolling on social media as you heard sort of loud voices make its way near the coffee shop. Then silence, a muffled goodbye, then a welcome from one of the workers. Nosily, you sipped your coffee as you peered up from the cup, then you saw him. Spitting out your drink and coughing profusely as you looked down. And then you heard a snicker, a laugh that was too giddy, a laugh that makes you mad and happy at the same time in your pain.

Then you felt a patting on your back, and you know it's him because nobody but him would help someone choking from a liquid. Awkwardly, you just mutter a small "thank you," not really knowing what to do or say. "You're welcome, I'm sorry that I laughed, it was abrupt and kind of hilarious." He sat across from you and just talked to you, for hours, you didn't introduce yourselves. You two didn't need to and all you did was listen, you listened to what he had to say and he listened back.

He's seen you in the hallways, he always has, but he didn't want anyone to tease him in front of you. That would be embarrassing, nobody wants to talk to someone that gets teased over something like that. It wasn't middle school, so, he would try to not acknowledge you, and eventually he decided to take the routes you did too, by himself. In hopes for a chance to speak to you or something, he didn't really plan it out, he just hoped you two would say hi and fall in love. And his plan failed, a lot, because it felt like you began to avoid him whenever he tried to reach out.

It bummed him out, yeah, but he wasn't going to give up and so whenever you didn't take your shared route. He was confused, this was the only place he ever saw you, so finding you to try to actually make a move, was going to be difficult. But he can remember a few times when he had seen you sitting by yourself in the coffee shop. And this time he was determined he was going to speak to you, so he pushed away his nerves and on the way there. He was trying to think of anything that would help his situation, corny pickup lines, pretending to be smart, or even inviting you to a party.

He didn't really want to do the last option since you didn't seem like the type, and he didn't want to sound obnoxious. But when he was brainstorming, someone came up to him, and he was trying not to lose focus of what he was thinking about. And they were a talker, a loud one. Generally he was patient and listened, but right now was not the time, so when he finally made it to the café. He breathed a sigh of relief and said his goodbyes to the person.

Not wanting to see like a creep, he just decided to order something and not awkwardly stand around looking for you. But once he got his order, he heard an immediate series of coughing. It was you. And you were choking on something that wasn't solid, wow? He accidentally let out a laugh as he processed it, but he was ultimately worried.

So he hurriedly placed his drink on the counter and made his way toward you, patting your back in a way to soothe the pain. Which didn't really make sense, but he was in the moment.

You both realized that this was the perfect opportunity for the two of you to finally talk, so Kyle reacted on his instinct. He sat down across from you and decided to just go with it, he talked, since you looked you didn't have much to say. And that was fine for the both of you, because at the moment the both of you enjoyed the moment. You stayed across from each other until the place closed and Kyle offered to walk you back. Happily, you accepted and although it was silent on the way there, the two of you cherished it.

You gave him one last look before heading back inside, and the two of you went to the bed breathless. And that was how it started, you'd meet at the café, talk for hours, study together, and depart. He always wanted to walk you back, and who were you to deny? Throughout the months, the both of you grew closer and closer, Valentine's Day was when Kyle wanted to admit his feelings. It seemed more cherishable and more romantic in his mind, very original, but who says that's bad?

On the day, you two did your usual routine with each other, and you both had something to say but couldn't say it, Two cowards in love, who weren't even dating, yet. So when Kyle walked you back to your place, and you two stood in silence. Kyle immediately blurted, "will you be my valentine, it's like cool if you say no, yeah, just uh- wanted to ask you and stuff, and it's already over, which makes this kind of dumb. But why not shoot my shot, y'know? I didn't want to seem-" "Yes." And you hugged him, it felt like you were in middle school, but he happily reciprocated, and you laid in your bed, nerves kept you and him awake.

Boy, it's late, walk me home, put your hand in mine At the gate, stop and say, "be my valentine" You are, by far, the brightest star I've ever seen, and I never dreamed I'd be so happy that I could die

Overtime, you two did eventually tell each other about your feelings and became a thing, he both of you didn't care who knew. He always told you how beautiful, handsome, and pretty you were all the time, and you did the same. He loved watching you get ready whenever the two of you did go out, loving to kiss you as you did so. If you were to put your makeup on, he loved kissing you with your lipstick/lip gloss on, it appearing on him. It always made him feel as if showed that he was yours and that's all he really cared about, where you went, he followed.

You used to say that I was beautiful like Cleopatra But you the king too, so I would say, "back at ya" I flip my hair and make you stare and put my makeup on And make up stories 'bout my life and put on very cherry bomb And even then, I knew that we were something serious That you would dominate my thoughts like radio to Sirius I'd see you in the hall like "hello, hello" Up against the wall like "let's go, let's go"

Kyle loved driving you places, anywhere you wanted to go, he would happily take you. You two often drove anywhere you could reach and enjoyed it all because you two were with each other. Sometimes whenever you two left the dorms to explore cities, he could notice how you always enjoyed it more there than here. It started to make him wonder if you were really happy where you were, did you want to be somewhere else? He didn't want to think about the possibility of you leaving so he began to cherish your presence more and more, always abruptly hugging you.

Let me take you out of this town Let me do it right now, baby Dancing 'til dawn, staying forever young Let's get out of this place 'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland You will never see my face If you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

You knew how Kyle would get whenever he was on his own, he would overthink and become isolated. And he always knew how to deal with his fucked up things on his own, but when you held him. Comforting him, just wanting to hold him, he didn't know what to do with himself. The both of you would just watch movies to cheer each other up and it always worked, it was your thing. You never dreamed that you'd be watching shitty romcoms with Kyle crying into your shoulder over it, but this felt like heaven.

If you're lonely, baby, hold me, you're my only one Watching television, kissing 'til we see the sun So far, we are a safe in the dark And I never dreamed that I'd be the queen And I'd be so happy that I could die

Your smile and blush was something Kyle loved pulling from you, his corny lines never worked on anyone. But they worked on you. He eventually showed you some of his favorite music, and you made fun of his old man's taste. And when Rosanna by Toto began to play as you two just happily stared at one another. It may be old music but you loved it now, you loved him.

You used to call yourself The Don and call me Queen Diana You always make me blush and say, "shut up boy, you bananas!" You pull my hair and push me down and chase me, make me run You played me Biggie Smalls, and then my first Nirvana song So even then, when no ones friends were really serious I knew you loved me by the way you looked in second period I'd see you in the hall like "hello, hello" Up against the wall like "let's go, let's go"

Kyle eventually invited you to tag along with him to some of the parties him and his frat brothers went to. But he always remained close to you and the both of you would just dance in the kitchen. He assumed the noise would bother you since you two lived in a quiet place. But instead he saw happiness, he saw longing as you lost yourself with the loud music. The suspicion that you wanted to be somewhere different and loud began to bother him, and suddenly he didn't feel like dancing anymore.

Let me take you out of this town Let me do it right now, baby Dancing 'til dawn, staying forever young Let's get out of this place 'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland You will never see my face If you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

You always loved going out with Kyle because he wasn't trying to solely get drunk. He wanted to show off his weirdly coordinated dance moves to you, to impress you. And especially whenever it was raining, he took you outside and he danced with you like it was your last day together. The both of you held each other and sang horribly to one another, while it downpoured. And for some reason deep down, it did feel like your last moment together.

I know that they say that all i want Is to have fun And get away for rainy days I know that they think I've come undone But I'm in love, I wanna run, run, run away I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

When the two of you were at another party, his nerves finally caught up to him and he asked you about staying. You finally said that you wanted to be somewhere different, somewhere bigger, somewhere louder. Neither of you agreed on where the two of you should stay and you couldn't meet each other halfway. So, you ran out, you left, you couldn't do it, you loved him you really did. But you wanted to be where you truly felt where you could fit in and be comfortable at.

Kyle didn't know how to take it, he knew you were leaving but he felt too defeated to say anything so he drank away his sorrows. He knew that he couldn't do anything, he couldn't change your mind, but his thoughts were interrupted when his friends were in a panicked state. They came rushing downstairs and dragged him along with them and he was partially too drunk and hazy to understand what was going on. When he was being rushed out of the house, he saw you down the street, walking by yourself, where? He tried calling out to you and even though the street was loud enough, you could hear Kyle from a thousand miles away.

You were confused about what his friends were doing and the sudden urgency into their bus. Kyle was trying to shout something, you could hardly hear him drunkenly sob, "I love you, I'm sorry!" You laughed at his effort still trying to reconcile even when he was nowhere close to being sober. Eventually they did board up the bus and drove off, but for some reason you felt as if you should've grabbed him yourself. One thing turned into another and you heard screaming from, you couldn't really tell who was chasing after the bus.

But they were yelling and you felt worried and as you were making your way to check it out. There was a loud bang, and it hit you. The bus had flipped over and before you even knew it, it burst into flames, and you felt everything crash in front of you. You wanted to believe that this was a dream and you couldn't feel the tears escaping you and that your legs weren't about to collapse. You shouldn't have argued with him over a stupid wish, a dream, maybe you should've held him and took him home.

Maybe this is all a dream and you're overthinking this whole situation, maybe Kyle is in bed next to you. Eventually you'll wake up and you'll find him in your shitty dorm, sleeping right beside you. And you'll tell him about it and he'll laugh and tell you how freaky your dreams are and everything will be okay. But as you do finally fall to the ground, sobs breaking through you and your voice turning hoarse from your screaming. You realize that this time, this wasn't a dream, and you weren't somewhere different, you were here and Kyle was there.

He's always been.

Let me take you out of this town Let me do it right now, baby Dancing 'til dawn, staying forever young Let's get out of this place 'Cause you're starting to waste within this teenage wasteland You will never see my face If you don't get me out of this place now, baby, I'm not crazy I'm leaving, are you coming with me?

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- Inspired by Prom Song (Gone Wrong) by Lana Del Rey - Decided to do a little plot twist sort of - Halfway proofread?