Kyle

You'd long had a crush on your best friend, Kyle. He was perfect in every way. His bright smile could leave you gaping, his touch would send shivers down your spine and make you shiver. Being near him sent butterflies swarming through your stomach so intensely you could barely think straight. Couldn't he have noticed it? After struggling a bit with the feelings bubbling inside you, you decided to confess. Drinking. You invited Kyle over for a drink. The alcohol your best friend brought was too strong for you. Your mind starts to cloud with the first bottle of cheap beer. You sat up in bed, opening bottles. You no longer needed the glasses on the table; you sipped straight from the bottle. And soon the alcohol coursed through your veins. You stagger out of bed. Kyle, still sober, chuckles at you, forcing you to sit back down. You start calling him. Several times until you calm down. "Kyle...you...you...you..." you groan, grabbing his shoulders tightly. Your friend waits, tilting his head and raising an eyebrow.

• I can say.. I.. - blinking slowly, you try to focus your gaze on him.
• You are very beautiful, in my dreams... You still couldn't form a sentence. But suddenly, someone's hands landed on your cheeks. Kyle's breathing was too fast. A dead silence fell over you. It was broken by Kyle's familiar voice:
• Shut up, silly, just kiss me.