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Here alone *in his room* there were not tables to clean or no cartman to worry about. No restaurants or yelp reviews

His body relaxed into the mattress under him, arms slightly sore from cleaning tables at his parents restaurant. Kyle had said something about his arms being sore, then made a remark about how David's had to be strong from buffing tables as often as he did.

There he goes again. This was supposed to be his time alone, amount his thoughts, bit yet again They traveled back to Kyle. He'd been thinking of kyle so much more lately.

*they'd been spending so much more time together lately* he argued, tracing the shapes in the ceiling with his eyes. Moon light streamed into the windows, decorating his room in glimpses of light.

David's mind wondered back to his previous thought, why had they spent so much more time together lately? Kyle had helped him at his parents restaurant, where usually he'd just sit there and keep him company at most.

*Maybe he'd just had another falling out with Stan?* That's what he settled on as he rolled over and pulled his covers over him.

David sat at the end of the table, just left of kyle. It was lunch the next day, his lunch *and lunch mates* were as insufferable as you could imagine. Cartman pestering him as usual and kyle or one of the other boys bickering with Cartman back.

He was broken out of his thoughts by kyle nudging him. David looked up from his disappointing lunch and over to Kyle.

"You're gonna show me that guitar you later, right?", Kyle questioned him, a confirmation of a conversation from the day before.

David remembered how he cockily announced to kyle that he could 'play the guitar' in an attempt to impress him; when in reality he only knew a could cords his father had taught him when he gave him the guitar.

"uh, yeah l'll show you later." He mumbled in a dismissive tone. Why had he said that? Why didn't he just make an excuse?

He pulled from his thoughts once again when kyle put his arm around him, "see, I told you he could play guitar." Kyle pulled him closer while directing his words towards the doubters at the lunch table.

David wasn't paying attention to the murmurs in response, his eyes still plastered onto Kyle. Kyle glanced over at him seemly realizing that he still had his arm around David. Kyle gave him a slight smile, David returned it.

Everything around them seemed to blur, David's eyes darting down to meet Kyle's small smile; Before returning to make eye contact with him again.

Kyle's pale eyes were framed by bits of peaking red hair. His hat hiding the majority of his forehead, his bangs slightly overgrown. Freckles lined his face and decorated the skin similarly to a night sky full of stars.

Then it was over.

Kyle pulled his arm away from around David's shoulders and turned back to the bickering lunch table. As if he'd been submerged in water, the warmth from his friend's embrace was sucked out of him.

David turned back to the table, trying to find purchase in their current conversation; as he attempted to fend off the sinking feeling of disappointment his stomach.

It was a couple hours after school had ended, David and Kyle occupying David's twin sized mattress.

David awkwardly angled his guitar in his lap, his fingers playing the few cords he could remember. Meanwhile Kyle sat watching him, both sat on David's bed.

David's playing became more sloppy as his fingers improvised cords.

Kyle's gaze rested on David's fingers, then drifted up to his face. David's deep brown eyes focused on his fingers, each plucking the strings of the guitar.

Kyle's eyes scanning David's face as he listened to the strangled melody playing from his hands. The tan skin along his brows wrinkled in concentration, his black hair falling into his face.

Kyle couldn't help but feel something flutter in his stomach at the sight. His hands clutched the fabric of his jeans, bunching the material further around his thighs.

David briefly stopped playing as he tucked the astray hair behind his ear; almost glossing over Kyle's intense stare.

David glanced over at him, moving his focus back to his friend across from him. They locked eyes once again, an apparent flush inhabiting Kyle's face; his hands still tightly griping his jeans out of David's direct view.

David smiled at him in a false display of confidence; his mind still reeling from the attempt at impressing Kyle. Kyle's mouth formed an awkward, shy, out of character smile in return.

Before any words could be further shared between the two, they both turned their attention to sound of David's mom yelling for him to help with dinner.

David cheered internally, providing a distraction from his lack of guitar skills momentarily.

Kyle's nervousness settled but questions arose in the back of his mind. He'd never felt like that towards David before, or any *friend* before. Why did he suddenly get so nervous?