It wasn't. She walked in gave me a huge hug, thanked me profusely and put the kettle on, in less than a minute.
"Two sugars, right?" I loved the way she acted as though she lived here. It made me feel all warm inside. Just like every time I see her...
"Yep, come here, let me make it..." I barged her out of the way, and took over stiring in sugar and milk.
"I missed you, Kyle."
Woah. That was a shock. "Really? Why?" I was amazed she even thought of me in her spare time.
"Of course I did, I feel like I can be myself around you, why, didn't you miss me?" She winked at me, I knew she was flirting, and I couldn't help but flirt back.
"How couldn't I? You are, after all, quite nice..."
"Nice? The best you could come up with is nice? Honestly Kyle, I thouht you'd be more poetic than that..." She mocked, playing with my floppy brown hair, of which needed a wash. Immediately.
"Oh, by the way, could I steal your shower? I didn't have a chance before I left."
"Sure, could always share" I winked, I sincerely hoped she knew it was only harmless flirting, I wasn't being a sex obsessed moron.
"Hah! You wish..." She slapped me lightly on my pale cheek and strutted to the bathroom, picking up two folded up towels on her way, "By the way, you might want a belt!" She hollered from behind the closed door. I looked down only to find that my trousers were only just covering my boxers and that Little Kyle had gotten excited when he'd seen an old friend. How embarrassing...
I stared at my reflection. I wish I'd brought my make-up. The tiny amount I had thrown on this morning barely hid my spots, and my mascara had smudged, I'm guessing, when I'd sneezed after applying.
I started running the shower, constantly reminding myself not to sing. I had a tendency to belt out my favourite songs while washing my hair., and wasn't willing for Kyle to hear this. stepping into the shower, the water trickled off my back, it was hot, very hot. I only just managed not to yell. That wouldn't have been too classy. I just stood under the shower for a few minutes, pondering to myself. Kyle seemed different. He looked older, maturer, hotter. And flirting? Kyle never flirted. He was more of the nervous boy, staying away form the crowd, not wanting to embarrass himself. I liked the new Kyle. Much more. Maybe things could change between us.
I wrapped myself in one of the two towels, and began to dry my hair with the other. I needed a hair cut. My dead ends meant that if left to dry naturally, I would no longer have my sleek choppy layers, but frizz. Lots and lots of frizz. I started poking around the assortment of lotions, creams and sprays the family had collected and shouted to Kyle, "Oi! You got a hair-dryer by any chance?"
"Err... I think Mum's got one... Yeah, yeah she has." his deep voice still caught me out, he was so different.
"Awesome! Thanks dude!"