Kyle: Um...Mature


I visited Damien religiously every week and every week without fail, Matt would show up, sit on that bench with me and just listen while I talked. At first I’d been kind of wary and not entirely sure whether or not I wanted him to show but after a couple weeks, it was kind of nice being able to talk to someone.

But Damien... Every time I saw him he had less to say to me. After two months he’d answer any questions I asked him and sure, he tried to ask a few, but other than that we just sat there in silence. I tried not to let it show but it was upsetting me. I mean, we only had a few minutes to see each other each week and... I don’t know, I guess I was just being selfish of something...

“You okay?” Matt asked when he found me sat at our usual bench, my head bowed and my gaze fixed on the ground.

“Not really” I’d gotten used to Damien not being around now and I’d managed to stop crying each time I left. I still felt fucking awful, though.

“What’s up?” he asked, sitting next to me.

“Damien hardly speaks anymore. And there’s still no sign of him switching units”

“Maybe he’s just having a rough couple of weeks”

“Yeah, or maybe he doesn’t want me anymore” I chuckled, not really sure what I was chuckling about.

“I doubt it. From what you’ve told me, he really loves you”

I smiled a little. There was something about this guy that made me feel better. He seemed to know just what to say to make things better. I still didn’t get why he was doing it, though. If he had the hots for me, surely he would’ve made a move by now? And I wouldn’t exactly call us friends so it’s not like he was doing it because of that. Don’t get me wrong, I was more than thankful, it was just... A little... I don’t know how to describe it, it just felt kind of weird.

“Would you like to go for a drink with me?” Matt asked after a while.

I glanced at him, trying to guess whether it was just a drink or something more. He just had that smile on his lips like usual and his eyes weren’t giving anything away.

“Um... Sure” C’mon, what did I have to lose?


I’d been expecting Matt to want to go for a drink in a club or something but we’d ended up in this quiet little bar. It was kind of old fashioned and there weren’t many people in there but it was kinda nice. We both got a beer and sat at the bar. Matt smiled at me. He had a nice smile.

“How long’s it been since you went out anywhere?” he asked after a while.

“Um... About four or five months, I think” I said kind of quietly.

He nodded. “Was that with Damien?”

“Yeah, we went for a meal”

“You need to get out more. Treat yourself every now and then, it’ll make you feel better”

I laughed slightly. “Are we gonna end up meeting here every week instead, then?”

“Up to you. I don’t mind either way”

I glanced at him slyly. I still couldn’t figure him out. I wasn’t entirely sure if I liked the mystery he shrouded himself in, either. I sipped at my beer while he got a second.

“You okay?” he asked, noticing how I was acting.

“I’m...” I sighed. “Why are you so nice to me?”

He looked at me, kind of shocked. “What do you mean?”

“You take time out of your day to just sit with me. You’ve taken me out for a drink tonight to cheer me up. Why?”

He looked down at his beer and smiled, blushing a little. “I wasn’t lying when I said you were pretty”


He looked me in the eye. “Kyle... If I hadn’t have stopped to ask why you were crying, would you have anyone here for you?”

I opened my mouth to speak but stopped, thinking about it. Because the truth was, if he hadn’t turned up, I’d be alone. Granted there were the people at work and all but most of them were in like their thirties and didn’t want to hang out with a teenager. I sighed and shook my head.

“I thought as much. I... I want to be there for you, Kyle. Don’t get me wrong, I’d never expect anything to come from it. I know you love Damien too much for that. But... I don’t want to see you upset. And if that means I take an hour or two out of my day just to sit with you, then I’m okay with that”

I sat there speechless. So, he did like me but he didn’t... What? I kind of arched an eyebrow at him and he blushed into his beer bottle again.

“Um... Matt?” I said nervously and he looked at me. “I... I wouldn’t mind you being around more often. I mean...”

He smiled. “I better get your phone number, then”

The End

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