Date: Mon, 29 Mar 2004 17:28:00 -0800 (PST) From: Running_Through_Blind <running_through_blind@yahoo.com> Subject: Running Through Blind Chapter 6 Hey again. Hitting it hard with the nineties. I'm listening to music from the 90's hardcore jam session. YAY! I feel so old, that I'm being nostalgic about the 90's... Then again. You know looking back at the fashion and what was cool then, I'm so distressed. How could any of that have been cool. I wonder what I'll think about the stuff now in 6 years. Frightens me to no extent. I also wonder, do people actually read these rants, its personally my favourite part in some stories. People have some interesting things and truly insightful psychobabble to spout, to find that, do not look to my blurbs. Its purely pop culture, bitching and ranting. Nothing useful here! Alright this is going to be used as my shout out to *drum roll* Taming of the Night!!! Yay good story. Although there haven't been updates from that in a long time. Ok disclaimer: Naughtyness not your style, get out. Don't like the situations portrayed get out, Gonna steal my writing, I'll kill you? Good? Good. Alrighty here we go! Running Through Blind Chapter 6 The sunlight shone on Rhys face, the warm rays teased against his nose. He woke up. A strange body of heat was beside him. He realized that he was still at Kyle's house, sleeping in his bed, no less. Closing his eyes, he lay back and basked in the warmth the bed, and snuggled in deeper to the soft bed. Kyle moved slightly, shifting closer to Rhys. His arm stretched out over and rested on his torso. Rhys felt slightly guilty for enjoying the moment. He drifted back to sleep. Kyle woke. He felt fulfilled. Beside him lay his best friend. An angel. He looked down on how the light played across his face. The slight paleness and the rosey hues. Rhys' streams of dark hair outlined his face, but was mussed by his sleeping, making him look all the more cuter. His body curled in the most innocent way. He looked vulnerable. Kyle could only stare. Saying nothing, and fearing that he might wake his friend and end the moment. Rhys opened his eyes. The greyness seemed bright, and speckled with green. Kyle marvelled at the deepness of them... Rhys smiled slightly. "Uhhh Kyle? Is there any reason in particular why your staring at me that way?" "Sorry, I just got up... a bit groggy is all..." "O ok... yeah... one sec. Gotta pee" "Rhys dashed off to the washroom, after relieving himself and washing his hands, he returned back to Kyle's room. Kyle still lay in bed. Rhys sat on the side of the bed. Kyle grinned back sheepishly. "Good morning Kyle" "Morning to you too Rhys. Sleep well?" "Like a baby, oddly." "That's good." They sat there quietly again. Then it struck Rhys. He remembered what Kyle had said to him in the bed. He was shocked at this... "Kyle?" "Yeah Rhys?" "Did you say you loved me last night?" Kyle was taken aback by this question. Had he heard him??? He began to freak out a little. The tears welled behind in his eyes. The world seemed to grow a little darker... "I..." Kyle stammered hesitantly... He didn't know what to say. His mouth grew dry. His lips still remembered the soft feel of Rhys' forehead. "Yes..." Kyle looked down dejectedly. "I do... I don't know why. I just know that I love you. Your more than just a brother to me Rhys. When I'm with you I just feel complete. The world fits... I need you. Never go... don't leave me..." With this Kyle began to weep silently. He would not look at the warm grey eyes staring at him intently. Rhys reached out his hand and lightly cupped Kyle's chin. "Kyle, I will never and could never leave you... You are my friend, my soul..." Kyle looked up, and saw that Rhys' too had begun to cry, small silvery tears shimmered in the light against his face. The rosy hues brighter than before. Kyle moved up and brushed his lips against Rhys. The perfect moment which lasted forever but for only a few fleeting seconds. Rhys still cupping Kyle's cheek, whispered. "I love you..." Kyle wrapped his arms around Rhys and held him tightly. The two boys sat locked together for a while. The boys fell asleep once again. Waking in each others arms was a new experience. Rhys kissed Kyle again. Gently. This time he savoured the warmth of the kiss. The softness, the tenderness. Breaking the kiss briefly, the two boys with their foreheads pushed against each other gasped for air, the moving in again, their next kiss was deeper. Kyle tongue moved gently against Rhys. At first softly, then getting more into the mood, the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. Hands began to roam, the boys feeling each others bodies, getting to know each others curvatures... Suddenly, Rhys pushed off from the kiss. Moving off the bed, he hesitantly picked out his things. "I'm sorry Kyle, but I have to go." "What?!?! What do you mean you have to go? You didn't want this." "Its not that Kyle I" Cutting him of Kyle began to panic "Then what? I don't think this is a mistake, do you? I'm confused" Kyle began to wind himself into hysterics. Rhys rushed over to his friend and silenced him with a kiss. Kyle sat stunned when it ended. Wiping off a small tear from Kyle's face Kyle smiled, "Its not that, I have to go, pressing family engagement. Starts soon. I would much rather be here with you, but I have to go. I'll come by later ok?" "O... well in that case, why didn't you say so." Rolling his eyes, Rhys kissed him again and they walked together to the door. As Kyle shut the door, he still felt warm from the moment. Walking back to his room he closed the door. The house was quiet... End Part 6 Short one because I felt that it was a good place to end it. Sorry about the huge delay, it would have been up but I left home on a vacation. Which I thoroughly enjoyed by the way. Ummm fanmail is always good. Thanks to all the people who have been sending me messages. I think this story is going to launch into the good stuff, dating problems, teen angst, melodrama, mainly because life is actually like that. IT IS DON'T QUESTION MY WISDOM!!!... ok maybe just a little. Anyway gotta run. Bye. O wait one more thing, about the chapter where Kyle wakes up alone after his dream, hasn't that ever happened, where you have a great dream, and although you feel really good or sorta after it, you feel really lonely... well its happened to me so... whatever. I'm weird, and as Martha Stewart would say, It's a good thing.