"Kyle. End of street. Now." Danny’s voice rang out of the speaker in my cell phone before stopping as he hung up.
Damien had gone home a little earlier and I’d just been lounging around on my own. I jumped off the couch, practically running to the end of the street to meet Danny.
"I'm not going out with you."
“How come?" I asked, a little confused.
"Because. I'm making the choice."
"I am making the choice, Kyle."
I clamped my eyes shut. "No"
I shook my head, trying not to cry. He had to be joking, right?
"Kyle, don't. If you liked me this much you wouldn't have to choose. I'm doing this for you."
"But I love you"
"No you don't! Kyle, love is when you would do anything for that person, when you'd leave them to stop them from doing something stupid. This 'arrangement' will only hurt everyone."
"Then how come you leaving hurts so much?"
"Because you're being stupid."
I bit m lip.
"Kyle? You want Damien."
"Danny, I'll do anything"
"Really? By subjecting me to this painful... crap! By making me feel lower than Damien?"
"I'll do whatever you want, Danny"
"No you won't! You don't get it!" he growled.
"I'll beg. I'll be your slave for the day. I'll sleep with you. Please, Danny"
"I don't want you to beg, or be my slave or..." I paused, "I just want you to ay you love me and mean it! Christ, that's not too hard to ask!"
"I do mean it"
"Then what's all this with Damien? What's all this 'I can't choose,' shit?"
"Because I can't deal with you breaking my heart again" I sniffled.
"Yeah? So in order for that not to happen you're gonna break mine?"
"Danny, I love you"
"No, you don't," he murmured.
"Then stop saying it and actually do something! You can't just say you love me and expect me to believe it fool!" he whined, trying not to cry himself as I broke down before him.
I dropped to my knees. "Danny, please. I swear, I love you with all my heart. And I'll do whatever you fucking want me to to prove it"
"Fine, Kyle, get up! You're making a fool of yourself."
I got up, sniffling and he sighed.
"Kyle. How come you only liked Damien after I came into your life? Were you trying to punish me?"
"He was there when I needed someone"
"Okay," he nodded, "where do I come in?"
"You're the one I love"
He nodded, then looked at me, "I still think your eyes are beautiful..."
I smiled and he sighed. He took a deep breath before grabbing my arm and pulling me closer to him, his arms intertwining behind my back.
"And you're always so warm..." he murmured, "You know, I missed you too. So much, I've never been able to get your image from my head."
I huggled him, breathing in his scent. I’d missed him so fucking much.
"Come on, wanna go back to mine?" he asked.
He held me at arm’s length for a moment before kissing my cheek softly. "C'mon then."
I put my arm round his shoulder, leaning on him a little. I couldn’t help but feel a little bad about what this was going to put Damien through.