Date: Sun, 1 Aug 2010 22:59:45 -0700 (PDT) From: Over Rated Subject: Loving Kyle - Chapter One I hope you enjoy my story "Loving Kyle". This is my first time writing for Nifty and I wanted to get it out there. This is not a true story nor am I portrayed as anyone in this story. Thank you and enjoy. Chapter One I didn't necessarily always know that I was gay, but I knew that there was something different about me. I didn't really know what it was or even what gay was until I was about 10. It was then I realized that I liked boys and that that was what was different about me. Coincidentally, that was also the age that I met the boy I fell in love with; Kyle. It was the first day of fifth grade (and middle school) and during science class, we had a project that required partners and the teacher would be picking them out. She paired Kyle and me up and we just sort of became friends during the time we spent working on the project. We've now been friends for four years. There was very little that I didn't like about Kyle. Pretty much everything about him was perfect, but I am very aware that nobody is perfect; although, Kyle was close. He had really dark brown hair. It was close to being black and from afar, it did look black. His eyes were green; not normal green, but more like a vibrant green that would stick out in a crowd of people. He always wore a band tee shirt since he was a kid who was into rock and metal. He wore blue jeans and Converse shoes. The color of his shoes would change every now and then from black to purple to red to green. And he drew on his shoes, which I thought was cool and gave them character. He also, like me never wore jackets; he wore hoodies, all the time. No matter how cold, we would wear hoodies and if it was really cold outside, we would wear two. I loved his hoodies. We have like a thousand of them. I don't have many close friends or any friends for that matter, so Kyle was always my best friend and the one I hung out with the most. Come to think of it, Kyle was pretty much the only friend I ever hang out with. He was always fun to be around. Well, what I consider to be fun, anyway. We never do things like play sports or go to the beach or stuff like that. We listen to music locked in our rooms or play video games or just hang out. We don't go many places in public. Not because we're ashamed of each other, but because the public is just not what we like. People usually stare at us or call us names or are just dicks to us despite us being nice. Come to think of it, me and Kyle were pretty much the only people we interacted with. We don't talk to people at school since we don't really have any good friends, we don't like to talk with our parents, (our parents aren't bad people or abusive or anything like that, we just don't really relate to them that much) and there's not really much other people in our lives other than each other which is kind of nice. Kyle's mother died when he was four years old from leukemia, so he doesn't really remember her and his dad is a normal guy, but like I said, they don't really relate. He's a good dad; he and Kyle just don't talk, really. I'm the same way with my parents. My parents mean well and love me, but I just never really have anything to talk about with them. So, Kyle and I, we pretty much always talk with each other. I just realized I haven't mentioned my name yet. I'm Spencer. I have black hair that's sort of longish and hangs in front of my face like Kyle's. (I don't like people looking at my face.) I pretty much wear the same clothes as Kyle, too; band shirts and jeans. We live in Connecticut; in a small town that no one has ever heard of, so I will not even bother to mention the name. I was born in New York, but moved to Connecticut when I was 6. It wasn't too bad at that age. I didn't have any friends that I would miss, anyway. Unlike me, Kyle was born here. I didn't always love Kyle. I think I sort of had a crush on him when we became friends, but I don't think it was a romantic crush, per se. I think it was just that I actually found a friend and I wanted to be around him because of it. I started falling in love with him around a year after we started being friends. I wasn't too sure if Kyle was gay, but he never really made an attempt to get a girlfriend, but then again, we were both shy. It was hard to tell since we don't really talk to anyone and we don't really talk about girls. So, it's kind of hard to find out. I didn't really want to risk the only friend I had by telling him I'm gay or asking if he was, so I just kind of ignored it. As time went on, it was getting harder and harder to not find out since I really liked him. So, I decided I needed to find out; even if it meant losing our friendship, because I wanted to be more than friends with him. I loved him.