Rhyme Nor Reason

[Michael 'Boyscout' Scout]

It's not everyday that Scout notices Sammy. It's not everyday that Scout even notices Nicholae. But everyday, Scout notices Kyle and today was no different.

The house that they all lived in is best described as a cozy, organized mess. Each person has their own distinctive little corner where they work privately and there is an unsaid rule about not messing with each others things. They tried for a few weeks to keep the house "normal" but after a while resigned themselves to a house that served their needs and not their fantasies. It would be a long time before any of them had a normal house with a normal family and a normal life.

Scout had come home for lunch that day. It wasn't something that he normally did, but he found that since he was so busy with things at the shop lately that taking the short walk to the house and back to sit down for a small meal was sort of refreshing and worth his time. He would think about problems on the way and sometimes ideas would just come to him in ways that being at the shop and beating his head against a dead engine wouldn't.

Before him rested a half-hearted turkey sandwich between two slices of thick, partly stale bread. He gnawed into it and about halfway through he gave up the battle of trying to keep it together and ate the parts of it separately. He was somewhat amused at the ridiculous task of eating this meal and would have eaten some fruits if eating any sort of plant didn't make him nervous.

He was in mid chew when he felt Kyle behind him. He hated how she did that to him. How he could feel her stare boring into his back like that. He didn't like the idea that she was mad at him about something he didn't know about yet. He took a swig of water and waited for her to say her peace. There was no point in trying to guess what he was in trouble for when he was certain that she would solve the mystery for him soon enough. Without turning around, he simply sighed to let her know that he knew she was there.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: boyscout, the heartache, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: such a negative note to start on, haha, INSPIRATION:: "shed some light" by shinedown, The day had been... Better than she thought it would be. She got back into town, set up a room for Emile, and then ran a few tests that were currently computing back at the Clinic. And Nicolae had came to visit her, and they went out to eat. The only downside was that her alleged best friend couldn't be bother to greet her after her rather long trip. Kyle hadn't the faintest idea as to what crawled up his ass but she wasn't about to make it her business. They had an odd relationship... To say the least. One day they'd be fine and dandy, laughing and joking about, and the next, they'd treat each other like they had the plague. If Kyle was willing to get her own head out of her ass, she would have realized that they were distant when they got close to being vulnerable and the other shut down. In truth, Kyle did most of the shutting down. Another reason that probably wasn't helping the case was that she was currently sleeping with Nicolae... And then, immediately proceeding to crawl into bed with Boyscout, due to her own unwillingness to stay in a bed with the man that had all but treated her as a leper during high school. Kyle had no way of knowing for certain if he knew that she was sleeping with his old nemesis from High School. And truth be told, didn't want to know. Then again, it would just be masochistic to talk about her having a relationship with anyone in front of him. Boyscout included. They had a lot of baggage when it came to that sort of thing. Kyle losing their child was definitely a good chunk of it. The other good chunk would be her unwillingness to ever, truly contemplate him as a significant other. The thought hurt her heart. Although, she'd never admit it. Even now, as these thoughts plagued her as she walked up the front steps to the house, she pushed them back into the furthest trenches of her mind. She didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to feel. She didn't want to know that she had hurt him, or allowed him to hurt her. She didn't want to think about what their lives would be like if she had never lost their child...She just wanted to forget. Turn a blind eye to everything and just move on. Childish, yes. Self preservation? Of course. She sauntered into the house, a small smile on her lips. It was a pleasant day. ...All up until she saw Boyscout just sitting there, eating bits and pieces of a turkey sandwich. She froze. What was she supposed to say? What was she supposed to do? Clearly, he hadn't missed her. Which, Kyle would never admit it, but she had a hard time falling asleep without him beside her. She remained still, as though afraid that an alarm would go off if she moved. Swallowing a hard lump in her throat, she went to step away. But, Boyscout let out a tell tale sigh. He knew that she was there. Fuck! she thought as she briskly walked into the kitchen. "Hey." she said, her voice seeming completely neutral, as though she had never had that moment of panic. "Guess you had a long day, huh?" she asked, a bland tone to her voice, as though she was completely uninterested in whatever answer he was going to provide her. WORD COUNT:: 583

[Michael 'Boyscout' Scout]

Pushing the finished sandwich away from him, he turned and gave a non-committal half smile like a dog who still admired his neglectful master. There was something lingering between the two of them. Something that Scout hadn't quite put his finger on yet. He knew that she admired Nicholae but he had no way of knowing whether he reciprocated the feeling. In all honesty, he didn't want to know and bringing it up would only make things far worse. The lie that they both only had each other to get through this was the only thing keeping them together. And not saying anything to the contrary was the only thing keeping Scout together. If Kyle left him now, he didn't know how he would be able to cope.

"Yeah, it has been a long day." he replied quietly. "And it isn't done yet. The mayor wants me to take a look at the town clock before the sun goes down. I had to close up shop early in order to be able to do it. Mr. Tilney isn't going to be happy that I'm not finished with his tractor yet but he's going to have to get over it. Honestly, his fields aren't even ripe for harvesting yet." Scout pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyes trying to find a way to understand these kinds of people. "I mean, I know it's important to have food, but the mayor believes that restoring that damn clock before the anniversary of our town will create morale for the people... Perhaps he's right, but I'm not so sure."

Scout glanced around the room and stood up, walking his plate over to the sink and rinsing it off. He walked back over to the table and took his last swig of water before tossing the tin cup over into the sink.

He turned to walk out of the house, but stopped a few strides away from Kyle. She blocked his way out of the house and if she wanted to talk to him and have her little heart to heart, that would be her choice. He didn't really want to face her right now, but then he wasn't sure if there ever was a time when he was ready to face her.

"Umm," he mumbled scratching his head, "I guess you had a long day too huh?" He could have slapped himself at this point. He would rather have chewed through a hundred of those turkey sandwiches rather than talk to her right now. What the Hell was he getting himself into? He knew he didn't want to find out.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: boyscout, the heartache, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: and so it begins, INSPIRATION:: "shed some light" by shinedown, There he was, talking as though they didn't have a problem. Even though, he clearly didn't like the idea of her being around. And clearly couldn't be bothered to go see her after she had spent the better part of the week, walking into not only, scary religious people territory, but right into the middle of one of the biggest zombie hotspots in their area. It wasn't as though she didn't let people know she was back, either. Everyone would have received the text. She felt her blood starting to boil, and tried to push away the urge to turn around and yell at him... Show him the hurt that she was feeling. But now wasn't the time for that. When was the time for that? She never knew. In truth, she just wanted to pretend that everything was okay. Ignore the tight feeling in her chest whenever she was near him. She pressed her lips together as he spoke, making rather non committal, neutral noises, as though partaking in the conversation. But she wasn't all there. It was clear that her mind was on other things. She swallowed and looked away. In truth, she couldn't care about the damn clock, or about Mr. Tilney's fucking tractor. She licked the side of her lips and leaned against the wall of the hallway, just letting her eyes roam across the floor. What was she supposed to say? Were they supposed to sit here and have an hour long conversation about how wonderful everything is? No. She wanted to get out of there. She wanted to get back to the lab. After all, she had to give Emile the sample of the flower to see how well he took to it. Hopefully, he would take to it well, so that she might be able to continue on with the testing. Umm, I guess you had a long day too huh? Her face fell. Hurt. Betrayal... All clear for a split second before she put on that award winning smile. She was the master at hiding her feelings when she thought about it. "No. It went well." she said, her eyes moving past Boyscout. She then brushed past him as she went into the cupboards, grabbing a few things that she would need. Gathering up whatever food she could, she hugged it to herself as though it were her last lifeline. "Just got back in today. Slept like hell. Going back to work more." she said, attempting to make her way out of the kitchen. She was rushed, close to tears, and about to punch him. Who knew she could feel so many things while looking as though she didn't feel anything? WORD COUNT:: 449

[Michael 'Boyscout' Scout]

Without thinking, Scout stepped in her path to keep her in the dining room. From the way that she was talking, he knew that there was something that she was hiding. He had seen that face before, it was the face that said she wanted to say something but was having a hard time with it.

He remembered her trip, not that he had forgotten. Her leaving for part of the week had almost been a relief to him. He was certain she could hold her own against the zombies and the zealots but he felt instinctively that something had happened to make her feel that way.

"Look, I'm sorry" he admitted. "I know this trip meant a lot to you and honestly, I hope that you've found something worthwhile..." he trailed off not sure where he was going with this. He put his mouth on autopilot for better or for worse. "I'm sorry I wasn't there when you got back, I honestly have been busy although I suppose that's no excuse." He looked down into her disappointed face and he felt himself deflate like a hot air balloon that had lost it's hot air. "I guess it's just that you left and it was just a chance for me to... Catch up on some things that I really needed to concentrate on." He shoved his hands into his pockets, wishing he had something to fiddle with in the midst of this awkward conversation. "How did the trip go? Did you find anything promising?" He asked.

He felt his stomach turn in knots. He wasn't looking forward to Kyle coming back but at the same time, he almost couldn't stand to have her gone. He worried about her almost as much as he resented her. When their baby was lost, sometimes he felt like she had just run away to college to escape. He stayed behind to deal with his own demons and while he respected her decision to deal with the pain more or less on her own, he was more than upset that she hadn't let him be there for her. To this day, he still has unresolved issues with their past.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: boyscout, the heartache, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: blah, argument time. :3, INSPIRATION:: "shed some light" by shinedown, She didn't want his apology. She didn't know what it was that she wanted, but an apology like this most certainly wasn't it. A part of her guessed that she wanted things to be the way that they were... Before the end of the world. When they were best friends. When they were able to tell each other anything... When they were there for each other. What had happened to them that they had just drifted apart like this? She swallowed, and pushed her fingers through her hair. It took everything that she had in herself to look at him, and even then, her eyes wouldn't rest on his for long. I hope that you've found something worth while... She wanted to slap him. Did he not realize that whatever findings she came across were monumental? Not just to them, but to the human populous. That, if she could make a difference in this way... She might be able to cure them. Or make those that have none of the toxin in their blood immune to it. Something. Anything to save them from the seemingly inevitable fate of becoming less than human; losing their minds to the sickness; to their carnal desires. I guess it's just thtat you left and it was just a chance for me to... Catch up on some things that I really needed to concentrate on. Her lips pressed together in a thin line. So, that's what it all boiled down to. He wanted her gone. Because, apparently, she was so toxic of a presence that he couldn't breathe when she was around. She got it. She understood. It wouldn't be the first time that she felt as though she was fucking over his life. Her face didn't hide her hurt. She didn't want it to hide her hurt. She wanted him to know just how badly those words had cut her. "I did." she said, quietly, keeping her eyes locked on the ground when he asked if she had found anything promising. "I found the plant that I was looking for and have been running tests. And... I brought back a test subject." she said it, flippantly, as though it didn't matter. Perhaps, this was the way that she needed to tell him. Because, there were a shit ton of other things on her mind at the moment. Things that needed to be expressed, or she felt as though she was going to burst. "What the hell happened to us?" she asked, bluntly, looking up at him. "I want my fucking best friend back. Not this... distant asshole who can barely stand the sight of me. Is it any wonder why I stay away from you at night as long as I do?" The last bit was a low blow, she realized that. On some subconscious level, she knew that it would force him to make the connection that her and Nic were sleeping together. If he hadn't put the pieces together already. "I--" she paused and shook her head, as though the words had died in her throat. In all actuality, they were stuck there, and were threatening to strangle her. WORD COUNT:: 527

[Michael 'Boyscout' Scout]

Listening carefully to everything that Kyle was saying... and not saying... Scout knew he was going to get it. Everything was bust so far and it was no wonder that things were spiraling out of control. It wasn't that he didn't want her to be near him, it was only that whenever she was in Rustboro she had his constant attention whether she really wanted it or not. Having her gone for a little while meant that Scout could have some time to himself not to worry about the little things that go on through the day between them to remind them of the open wound underneath.

Nothing was ever going to be the same. Scout had known that consciously for a long time now, but being near her again only solidified everything that he had thought about it. Something about losing a child... It does something to people. He had spoken to a few people who had lost children and what he had found was that it either solidified a couple or it broke them. Scout wasn't a fool to think that they could be solidified but some part of him still hoped... For something... And as time passed, the less and less it seemed to be a possibility.

The mention of a test subject more than pricked his ears. He had known her to take in test subjects before for different things, even before the world met it's end. He had taken in some really interesting strays before even including a motherless litter of raccoons. There was something about the way that she said it though, as if there was something she didn't want to admit. "What kind of test subject?" He crossed his arms and raised his eyebrow at her. Sometimes when she got into her little antics he felt like father of the house and now feeling this simple dynamic between them made him smile a little on the inside. He only hoped that whatever she brought home, it wouldn't be more than she could handle.

His jaw involuntarily clenched when she asked him what happened between the two of them. He looked away, hoping not to get into this conversation because honestly, he felt as though he had done everything to keep things between the two of them strong. He whipped his head back to her, licking lips. "You know what? I don't think I'm entirely responsible for what happened between the two of us. I tried everything to keep you but I just.... I don't know." He choked back some emotion and whispered "How can you expect me to be your best friend again after everything that we've been through? You know where I am at night, if you really want to be with me then you know where I am. It's not like I'm pushing you out of bed."

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: boyscout, the heartache, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: blah, argument time. :3, INSPIRATION:: "shed some light" by shinedown, Here it was. The moment that Kyle was dreading. She had to tell him that something major was happening. That... she had managed to find herself in a rather precarious situation, where she was housing a fourteen year old Zombie boy in her Clinic. She cleared her throat, and pressed her lips together, as though trying to keep herself from blurting it out. It would require nothing but the utmost sensitivity. She was putting herself in a dangerous situation... And would be dealing with this moderately infected zombie kid... Who was apparently, a killing machine... Alone. Before, she had remembered Boyscout saying that he would rather live in a world with zombies with her in it, than a world without them and without her. It was a lecture that he gave quite frequently when she was getting herself in over her head. Taking a deep breath, she forced her eyes to lock on his. What kind of test subject? Sure, there was a bit of amusement in his tone, but she knew that would disappear, and that it would very quickly. She swallowed once more, and attempted to bring herself the courage to say what she needed to say, clearly and concisely. Don't give him any sign of weakness, or nervousness or he would pounce. "afourteenyearoldmoderatelyinfectedzombie." Way to fucking go, Kyle. Way to go. But, their conversation turned a bit more personal when she finally mustered up the courage to ask him what had happened between the two of them. It hurt to know that they were so distant. And it wasn't up until quite recently that he started completely closing off from her. If Kyle was more introverted, or more in tune with things that were going outside of her own self delusion, she would have realized that Boyscout was still mourning the loss of their relationship... Whatever that may have been. And... The fact that she was sleeping with Nic, and then crawling back into bed with him was probably driving him insane. She pressed her lips together and watched him as he spoke. It wasn't very often that they argued, but when they did it was... awful. Both would walk away feeling more hurt and alone than they did before. Kyle had a nasty habit of getting overly emotional during their fights, and Boyscout almost always kept his voice low and calm... Which only made her feel worse. Her eyes narrowed when he said that he had tried everything to keep her... "What do you mean?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest. "You tried to keep me as what?" A prized pet? What the hell was he talking about. But, the words that came out of his lips next hurt. Far more than they had any right to. She didn't know if it was the words that stung, or if it was the meaning behind them. She knew what he was referencing; the ultimate downfall of their relationship, and the reason why neither of them were completely okay with each other. The loss of their child. Her face fell suddenly as she watched him, the hurt clear in her eyes. "So, are you saying that we're no longer best friends?" Tears started to sting the corner of her eyes. "That the only reason that you came to save me, wasn't because of friendship? What? Did you do it because you want me to ride your fucking cock?" She threw her hands up and turned around, before gripping at fistfuls of her hair. She smashed her head against the cupboard, an animalistic sound of frustration escaping her lips as she pulled hard on her hair. "I sleep in bed with you every fucking night, Michael." It was a rare occasion that she used his actual name, and when she did it was because she was either upset, or being serious. "We never tried the whole relationship thing. We slept together and..." She closed her eyes and clenched her jaw, attempting to calm herself down more. "And we both know what happened next." WORD COUNT:: 676

[Michael 'Boyscout' Scout]

Being surprised was something that Scout was getting used to when it came to Kyle. She was a spontaneous creature that never seemed to tire of getting one up on people or try something new for the sake of simply trying it. When she told him that she was harboring a young would-be zombie however all bets were off. Scout sighed, "I'm going to assume that since you are so calm about this that you have the situation under control and that you know what you have to do if things get out of hand?" He didn't like imagining her killing anything any more than he was sure she enjoyed thinking about it but he was also sure that since she had handled so many of them in the past that somehow she would be able to manage things. "Just don't forget that you're mortal alright?"

The conversation was obviously taking a turn for the worst. It was plain to him, although she had not admitted it to herself yet that he was actually in love with her whereas she obviously did not reciprocate the feelings. Scout was a little hurt to think that she would not know this, but as time passed, the more and more he was starting to believe that she simply was not admitting it to herself. He did wonder where she had gone at night and most of the time he believed that she was simply staying late at work but now even as he didn't believe that so much he shuddered to think of the alternative. That she was with someone else... Anyone else.

Unable to bring the right words to vocalization, Scout didn't say anything at all. He only stepped in front of Kyle and pressed her gently against the wall. A calloused hand reached up and brushed the perfect porcelain face that would never look at him... Not in that way anyway.

"All I wanted..." he whispered, "Was to keep you. You are delusional to think that we are best friends or buddies or chums or whatever it is that you seem to believe that we are. If I never touched you again, it would simply be enough for me to know that you were mine and no one else's." His voice was breaking at the utterance of words and feelings for so long unsaid. Things could very easily come crashing down at that moment. "Everything I have ever done for you has been because I love you. I love the way you move, the way you laugh, the way you hum when you don't think anyone is around. The way that you care for your friends and how loyal you are to them. I love how passionate you are about your work and how dedicated you are to finding a cure mostly because I think you'll actually do it. I love everything about you and I don't think that I need a better reason than that for staying beside you and saving your life."

He backed off of her and ran a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry Kyle. I'm just so tired of pretending. Even though we sleep in the same bed, neither one of us are really ever in the same room... And you know that." He thought about the apartment that he was building above his shop. It was almost done with construction and Scout wondered if he might be best off sleeping in his office until things were complete. He knew she didn't feel the same way about him, but as much as he wanted to be near her, a bigger part of him wanted her to know without question that he loved her.

[Kyle Nia Brennan]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding-top:0px; padding-right:0px; padding-bottom:0px; background-image:url(http://i119.photobucket.com/albums/o123/MissMotherFuckingMurder1024/KyleRepeat.jpg); background-color: #dcd7d4;] TAKE A PIECE OF MY LIFE, TAKE A PIECE OF MY SOUL. TAKE A PIECE OF MY FACE SO I WILL NEVER GROW OLD… TAKE A PIECE OF MY MY WORLD, TAKE A PIECE OF MY HEART. TAKE A PIECE OF MY BRAIN SO I CAN NEVER BE SMART. EVERYBODY WANTS TO SEE ME DOWN. WITH MY BODY ON THE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - dirty ground. TAGS:: boyscout, the heartache, OUTFIT:: click, NOTES:: blah, argument time. :3, INSPIRATION:: "shed some light" by shinedown, Kyle was surprised to say the least. The reaction that she received from Boyscout was unlike any other reaction than she had expected. It was almost as though.. He just didn't care. Like he had given up on their relationship. Friendship and everything. Normally, she would have expected him to react a great deal more violently toward her… indiscretions. She was happy that he wasn't yelling at her, but she was expecting some sort of reaction. And when it didn't come… And there was no concern, she found herself feeling… Empty? Was that the word that she was looking for? "I won't." she said, the easy smile that generally came instantly into her lips faltering. It was clear that something had just happened. At least, in her mind. How was it that he was capable of hurting her without even realizing that he had. This wasn't the Boyscout that she knew; and quite frankly she didn't like this man. This man was… Michael. Something was off. Something was amiss. While they hadn't been on the best of terms lately, and things had been strained since the… since the accident, she had never expected that there would be such distance between them. It was like they were still hundreds of miles away from each other, when they were in the same room together. Swallowing, she pushed those thoughts aside. She tried not to think of what it was to be in his arms at night, and feel secure… In the beginning when he was still concerned for her well being. Maybe, it was all because then she knew that he still loved her. And still treasured their friendship as much as she had. First and foremost, they were always supposed to be friends. Her mind drifted back to when they were kids. He had made her a friendship bracelet - one that she still wore to this day. It was a part of his first dog's collar. It had gotten chewed up by his mom's little chihuahua… And much to both of their dismay, the collar had essentially become a chew toy for the little punter. Kyle had consoled him, having known that his dog was just put down a few weeks prior. And he had taken one of the red strings, and tied it around her wrist. He had made her promise that she would always be there, and that they would always be friends. So far, she was keeping up her end of the bargain. Kyle bit her lip and resisted the urge to look down to see if his blue string was still around his wrist. Actually, she had never checked… It had never been important… Until now. She swallowed and closed her eyes before asking the question that started this mess. What the hell happened to us? All I wanted… was to keep you. You are delusional to think that we are best friends, or buddies, or chums or whatever it is that you seem to believe that we are. If I never touched you again, it would simply be enough for me to know that you were mind an no one else's. Her face fell. All romance was taken out of that statement. No relationship would work without a friendship. Especially not theirs. Kyle damned herself for not keeping her legs closed at prom. She should have just kept her arousal to herself, and they never would have gone through what they were going through… Best friends shouldn't fuck. Not unless the feelings went both ways. And Kyle? Well, they were there. And then they lost the kid. And he distanced himself. All it took was one night to get them so fucked up. She bit her lip and looked to the side. "First, Michael, I am not something to possess. You should know that by now. Secondly, any chance you did have for us to peruse something romantic? Out the fucking window." she snapped, and pushed him back. "How… Dare you tell me that we're not friends. Fuck you." she hissed, tears filling up the corners of her eyes. He could try to back pedal, but nothing would make it better. Nothing could make it better. She shook her head, her hands going through her hair. She wanted him to hold her to make it all better, but there it was. They weren't friends. There was a knife that was sticking in her back, and she couldn't get it out. "Stop being in love with me, Michael." she whimpered, sliding down the way, her hands pressed to her temples. "You know why we can't be together. And even more than that, you know I can't-- We can't--" What am I supposed to say? I can't live without my best friend? Shit. WORD COUNT:: 796