#kyle starter

Kyle had to physically stop his bright eyes from rolling as they continued on. It was an odd thing to ask, something you saw in a stupid romantic comedy film, but not something someone actually asked you to do in reality. Except...apparently it was. The brunette took an inhale from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out as he looked back up at them. He didn't think of himself as someone you brought home to mom and dad, although he could be. He could clean up if he wanted to, he just didn't particularly want to. A slight smirk crept onto his lips as he took another drag. "Well, what's in it for me if I say yes?"

❝  please don’t say it.  i know you don’t love me.  i don’t expect you to,  but just.  don’t make me have to hear you say it.  ❞

a muffled groan comes from the brunet as sun shines into his eyes, face squished into the pillows. he reaches blindly for blankets he can’t find, eventually sits up and looks around. not home. “shit.” a room he doesn’t recognize and then, a throbbing in his head as if to remind kyle just how he’d ended up here. 

“was it real?” his words cut through the silence, the waver in his voice clear, but even as hit bottom lip trembles he doesn’t show weakness, doesn’t let any tears fall, doesn’t look away. piercing green eyes look up to the other, searching for any indication that he’s wrong, hopeful that maybe this was just a misunderstanding. that perhaps his concerns are just those of a paranoid mind. “was any of it real? any of the things you’ve said to me. have you ever meant it?” the safety and love he’d been feeling for all this time, could it have been imagined? a fictitious ploy to get him to open up, to let them in. 

Any sane person knows if you hate someone with a burning passion you leave that person alone, especially if said person happened to be your ex. Well that wasn’t the case with Kyle. He and Nat broke up due to creative differences but that didn’t stop him from seeing her everywhere went - that was unintentional yet here they were standing in front of one another. Kyle’s blood was boiling, he had just seen her latest shoot at the grocery store and he wanted to rip every single magazine she was on. He stared at her, “What do you want? Why’d you call me?”