Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2004 18:39:13 EDT
From: ICONvsICON@aol.com
Subject: Marcus and Kyle FINAL CHAPTER

Marcus and Kyle
By Christian Mitchell
FINAL CHAPTER.

    Shortly after six o'clock the telephone rang.  It was my father telling
me that they were standing at the main building entrance.  I entered the code
to allow them entry into the lobby.  A couple minutes later there was a knock
on the door.

    Kyle let them in.  "Hello."

    My mother placed a box on the floor next to the television.  Then my
father walked in with two boxes and a plastic bag.

    She crossed the room toward me.  "Okay, I don't want to alarm the two of
you."

    "Where's Vanessa?" I asked.

    "She's bringing your gift upstairs."

    My dad wiped his brow and put his hands on his hips.  "Your mother wanted
to warn you first before Vanessa came up."

    "First of all, it wasn't my idea," she said.  "But Vanessa was adamant
about it being the perfect gift for the two of you."

    "You make it sound like she's bringing us a box of road kill," I smiled.

    "Well, it's not dead," she replied.

    I jumped up from the sofa and walked toward the door.  "What?  Are you
kidding?"

    "Um, I'm afraid not," my father responded.

    Kyle joined me at the door and we leaned out into the hallway.  We did
not see Vanessa walking to the apartment.  I turned around and faced my parents.
 "What did she get us?"

    "We promised we wouldn't say anything since it's supposed to be a
surprise," my father responded.

    "Well, I'm surprised already," Kyle smiled.

    "Yeah," I agreed and turned back toward the door.  I could hear the sound
of plastic bags being carried in the hallway.  "Here she comes."

    Vanessa walked in.  She had a small kitten wrapped in her arms that she
was holding against her chest.  It looked like a tiger but it was gray with a
patch of white on its neck.

    Kyle's face morphed into shock.  "Holy shit!"

    "Happy housewarming!" Vanessa beamed as she handed the kitten to Kyle.

    "Oh, my God," I mumbled.  "I can't believe you got us a cat!"

    "Well, I was going to get you a dog, but mom and dad thought that it
might be too much to handle."

    Dad added," walking the dog and such while getting started with college
probably isn't a good idea at the moment."

    "Remember, I said it wasn't my idea," my mother reminded us.  "Plus it
didn't seem like Mr. Fredrickson was too fond of dogs when I asked him about
pets."

    "Mom wanted me to get you a mirror to hang on the wall," Vanessa
complained.

    "It wasn't just an ordinary mirror," my mother protested.  "It was a very
nice framed mirror that would look lovely on your living room wall."

    Kyle handed the kitten to me. The poor thing seemed frightened.  Yet, it
looked up at me and meowed, as if to say hello.

    "Hey," I smiled.  "Hey, little kitty."

    Kyle started to pet its head and scratch under its chin.  Then he turned
to Vanessa and gave her hug.  "Thank you, Vanessa!  That was very sweet of
you."

    "You're welcome," she smiled.

    "Yes, thank you," I said.

    "I have everything it needs," she replied and quickly walked out into the
hallway.  She returned with two large Pet Smart bags.  "The litter, food,
toys and a litter box."

    "Well, you certainly come prepared," Kyle laughed.

    "Do you like it?" Vanessa asked with excitement.

    "Yes," I answered.  "I wasn't expecting an animal.  A plant, maybe.  But
a cat is a nice surprise."

    "If it doesn't work out we can take it in," my mother said.

    "What do you think, Kyle?"

    "Oh, hell no," he smiled.  "I think we should keep it."

    "So do I," I grinned.  I placed the kitten on the floor and it
immediately attacked one of the Pet Smart bags.  "See, it feels at home already."

    "Vanessa, shut the door," mother instructed.  "We don't want to lose it
within the first five minutes of being here."

    "What are we going to name it?" Kyle asked.

    "I don't know," I replied.  "Have any ideas, Vanessa?"

    "I tried to figure out a combination of your names, but all I could
really come up with is Lycus.  L, y, c, u, s."

    "Well, that makes sense," Kyle replied.  "I kind of like it, actually."

    "It's original," I said.

    Kyle agreed.  "Tiger or Fluffy or something would be too obvious."

    "Then it's settled," I smiled.  "Little baby kitten is going to be named
Lycus."

    "Or does that make us seem pathetic?" he asked.

    "Oh, please!" my mother exclaimed.  "Don't worry about what people may
think about your cat's name.  Good Lord, it's only an animal."


    Kyle and I gave my family a quick tour of how we had set the apartment
up.  Vanessa and Kyle sat on the floor and played with Lycus for about ten
minutes.  Then we left the cat alone so that we could have dinner at a restaurant
on Beverly Boulevard.


    The following night we invited Tyler, Paul and Jordan over for dinner.
It was the last time that the five of us would be together during the summer.
Paul was going to move to Phoenix over the weekend and Jordan planned to go to
San Francisco the following week.

    Having very limited skills in the kitchen, I managed to cook lemon
chicken, pasta and a tossed salad.  No one complained about the food so I was
pleased.  Although it was possible that no one had anything bad to say about my
cooking because they were trying to be polite.

    "You guys fixed this place up nice," Paul stated.  "I'm surprised."

    "Well, we had to throw it together before my mother played interior
decorator."

    "Yeah, it looks good," Tyler smiled.

    "Thanks.  All in a day's work," Kyle joked.

    Jordan pushed Kyle's shoulder.  "Shut up, bitch.  Anything is an
improvement over your old bedroom."

    "Well, having your own apartment is a big improvement," Paul said.  "The
two of you are finally growing up."

    "Yeah, the rest of us will be in dorms," Tyler said.

    "Not me," Paul objected.  "I'll be in a frat house."

    "Of course," I laughed.  "No big surprise there."


    Following dinner Paul helped me load the dishwasher while the others
watched ESPN.  When we finished cleaning up the kitchen Paul and I joined them in
the living room.

    "Hey," Tyler said then cleared his throat.  He turned the volume down on
the television.  "We're not going to lose touch with each other, right?"

    "No," Paul answered.  "We'll always be together."

    "You really believe that?" Jordan asked somewhat somberly.

    "Yeah," Paul replied.  "I don't plan to forget about my buddies back
home."

    "I don't either," Tyler smiled.

    "I think we'll stay in touch and remain good friends," I said.

    "I hope so," Kyle beamed.  "Man, you guys are my family."

    "That's right!" Paul exclaimed.  "So snap out of the funk.  This isn't
going to be the last time that we see each other."

    "Yeah, there's holidays and vacations," Tyler responded.  "We'll see
each other more than we think we will."

    Jordan put his arm around my shoulder and leaned in to nudge me with his
elbow.  Within seconds all five of us had our arms around each other for a
group hug.  Then we lowered our heads toward the floor.

    "This is the last night that we'll be together for a while," Tyler
finally said.  "I love you guys."

    Each of us said, "I love you" then hugged each other harder.

    "My boys!" Paul exclaimed.  "Always and forever, man."

    Everyone repeated "always and forever."  Then we started to push, hit and
pull on each other until laughter filled the room.

    We continued to talk for nearly an hour.  Paul was the first to leave.
Jordan followed him out the door about five minutes later.  Tyler was about to
leave when I noticed him quietly talking to Kyle on the sofa.  The only words
I heard clearly were eleven o'clock.

    "What's the whispering about?" I asked.

    Tyler stood up.  "You'll find out soon enough."

    "Oh, will I?" I teased.

    "Yeah, you will.  So don't worry about it right now," he replied then
hugged me.

    "You leaving?"

    "Yeah, I have to get up early."

    Kyle rose from the sofa and gave Tyler a hug.  "Good night, buddy."

    Tyler walked toward the door and put his jacket on.  "Good night, guys.
I'll be seeing you soon."

    "Better," I responded.  "We still live in the same city."

    "See, you can't get rid of me that easily," Tyler laughed as he shut the
door behind him.

    Kyle grabbed my hand and pulled me with him to sit on the sofa.  "I'm
kind of sad that everyone is gone."

    "Me, too."

    "It's weird that we're not going to be seeing each other every day."

    "Yes, it will take some getting used to," I replied.

    "I keep thinking about my brothers and their friends," Kyle said.  "After
high school that started to lose contact with each other.  Now they only hang
out with a few of the friends they had in high school."

    "I think our group will do a pretty good job of staying in touch," I
replied.  "But if not, that's part of life, I guess.  It would suck.  But that's
life."


    We watched television for a while then we got ready for bed.  Lycus lay
between us as we talked about the apartment.  She continued to purr for quite
some time before she finally fell asleep.

    "You don't have a lot of stuff to do tomorrow, do you?" Kyle asked.

    "No.  Why?"

    "Because I want to take you somewhere.  We have to be there at eleven
o'clock."

    "Oh, does this have anything to do with what you and Tyler were talking
about?"

    "Maybe," Kyle smiled.  "You'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out."

    "Now I'm curious," I replied.

    "It's all good," he said.

    "Let me check my schedule," I teased.

    Kyle reached over and started to tickle my sides.

    I struggled to pull myself away from the assault.  "Hey!" I protested.
"Be careful with the baby!"

    Kyle stopped tickling me and glanced at the kitten.  She was looking at
us with an unhappy expression on her face.

    "See, you woke her up and now she's totally pissed," I said.

    He started to pet Lycus on the head until she purred again.  "She's fine."


    We ate breakfast at home.  Then we officially unpacked everything that
still needed to be put in its proper place.  Soon after ten o'clock Kyle
informed me that it was time for us to leave.

    "We need to be there by eleven o'clock," he said.

    "There's that time again," I teased.  "This better be worth it."

    "Come on.  It's worth it," Kyle said as he grabbed his car keys and
tossed my cell phone to me.


    It wasn't long into the drive that I realized we were driving to Westwood.

    "Don't tell me that you still have stuff to pick up and take back to the
apartment."

    Kyle laughed.  "No.  Relax and enjoy the ride."

    "You just want my muscles to carry stuff," I joked.

    "No.  Now be quiet."

    We drove through our neighborhood. Now that we were no longer living in
Westwood it seemed like we were tourists.  It was strange to see the familiar
buildings and houses as an outsider.

    It was not long before Kyle pulled into the parking lot of the elementary
school we attended as children.

    "We're here," he smiled.

    I'm certain I looked confused.  "Here?"

    "Yeah," he replied as he opened his door and got out of the car.  He
walked to the sidewalk and motioned for me to hurry up.  Then he pointed at his
watch.  "It's eleven o'clock."

    When we reached the entrance I recognized Tyler's aunt waiting for us at
the door.  She was a slightly overweight woman in her later forties.  She
taught first grade at the school.  When she noticed us approaching she smiled and
opened the door.

    "Good morning," she greeted.

    "Hello, Mrs. Thompson," we smiled.

    "You boys are right on time," she grinned.  "Follow me."

    I immediately started to reflect on images from my past.  Visions of
running through the hall and playing ball on the playground flooded my mind.  The
building still smelled exactly as it did when I attended school there.  It was
as if I had suddenly stepped back in time.

    When we reached the lunchroom Mrs. Thompson unlocked the door and pushed
it open for us.  "Here you go," she smiled.  "You have about fifteen minutes."

    "Thank you," Kyle replied.  "Fifteen minutes is all we need."

    I was confused but I said," thank you."

    Mrs. Thompson walked away and left us alone at the door.

    Kyle grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dark cafeteria.  He fumbled
for the switch to turn on the lights.  Soon the room lit up and I noticed a
dozen cream colored roses on a table near the far wall.

    "Come on," he smiled.

    I held onto his hand and followed him to the table.  He pulled away and
told me to sit down on the bench.  I did as instructed and laughed because the
seat was so close to the floor that my knees touched the underside of the
tabletop.

    Kyle quickly walked around the table and sat across from me.  The roses
were between us, which he pushed to the side.  Then he grabbed both my hands
and squeezed gently.  He lowered his head for a moment then looked up at me.

    Kyle took a deep breath and exhaled heavily.  "Man I hope this isn't
really cheesy."

    "What?"

    "Remember this place?" he asked.

    "Of course," I replied.

    "This is where we first met, remember?"

    My smile widened and I felt my eyes start to burn and become watery.
"Yes, I remember.  You and I became friends in this room on my first day of
school here."

    "Now we're here ten years later," he grinned.  "We're still best
friends.  But now we're also lovers."

    I wiped a tear from the corner of my eye.

    "I wanted to bring you back to where it all started now that we're
starting this new phase of our lives together."

    I really did not know how to respond.  It was the sweetest thing that
anyone had ever done for me.  I couldn't fight the tears that started to roll
down my cheeks.

    "I am so grateful that you are a part of my life," he continued.  "I can
not think of anyone that I'd rather spend my life with, Marcus.  I love you
very much.  And I want us to be happy together forever."

    "So do I," I replied.  "I love you, too."

    Kyle wiped a tear from his eye then reached over to wipe a tear from my
cheek.

    "You're so beautiful and loving.  I appreciate everything that you do for
me," he smiled.  "No one understands me like you do.  You give me so much
hope that we're doing the right thing.  I know that we belong together."

    "I believe that as well," I said.

    "You make me so happy," he replied.  "And I want to be able to make you
happy and keep you satisfied.  I want to protect you.  I hope I can give you
everything you need."

    "You do make me happy and keep me satisfied," I responded.  "I know you
would never do anything to hurt me.  I feel safe with you.  I look forward to
every new day with you."

    "I want us to promise each other that no matter what the future brings we
will not let it destroy our love."

    "Of course not," I smiled.  "I will love you until the day that I die."

    "I feel like I've always known you.  Even before we met," he said.  "I
feel like I've known you forever.  Maybe we knew each other in a different
lifetime or something.  I don't know how to explain it.  But this feels right.  It
feels like it was meant to be this way.  And that makes me feel good.  I feel
like I can conquer anything that comes our way because I have you by my side."

    He softly squeezed my hand.

    "I know we're young," he continued.  "But I want to grow to be an old man
with you.  I want and need to have you by my side because I love you so much.
 And I could never love anyone more than I love you."

    "You've said everything so perfectly, Kyle.  I wish I could have said the
same words to you long ago.  You don't have to wonder if I feel the same way
about you.  I love you very much.  I also want us to be together forever."

    "I know," he replied.  "That's what makes this feel like fate or
something."

    "I'm looking forward to living together, starting college together and
making a life for ourselves," I said.  "I know we're going to be successful
because we want each other to succeed."

    There was a moment of silence.

    Kyle smiled and looked around the cafeteria.  "If we ever have kids,
maybe they'll go to school here."

    "If they do, I hope they meet someone as special as you."

    "Or as extraordinary as you," he beamed.

    I leaned across the table and kissed him on the lips.

    He glanced at his watch.  "We're running out of time.  We better get out
of here.  I think they have summer classes or something.  We might scare the
little kids."

    I laughed.  "Or inspire them."

    Kyle grabbed the roses and walked around the table to help me stand.
"Can you believe we were tiny enough to sit at this table?"

    "No," I replied.  "These tables are so small.  For a second I thought I
was stuck."

    Kyle laughed out loud and pulled me away from the table.  "Come on.
Let's go home."

    "Yeah, I'm getting hungry."

    "Oh, poor baby," he teased.  "Should I make you lunch?"

    "At home?" I questioned in disbelief.

    "Well, one of us needs to learn how to cook.  We can't always eat out.
It's too expensive."

    "We can take turns cooking," I said.

    "I make a killer peanut butter and jelly sandwich," Kyle smiled.

    "I know," I grinned.  "Remember, I've known you forever."

    Kyle pushed the exit door open.  The warmth and light of the sun greeted
us.

    Once we were seated in the car Kyle grabbed my hand.  "I love you."

    "I love you more," I smiled.


    THE END.