Date: Sun, 1 Aug 2010 22:59:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Over Rated <overratedartist@yahoo.com>
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.