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Kenny's POV 
Kyle's house was really nice, but then again any house was nice compared mine. Sheila and Gerald were always kind to me. I was always polite and greatful for there hospitality. It paid off in the end as they trusted Kyle to have me over while they were out at the movies with Ike, Kyle's brother. 
Kyle opened the door to the guest room, I gasped "This is sick." I said and it was, I assume this was Sheila's doing. Always wanting to make people feel comfortable.
"Oh good." Kyle spoke as he walked me into the room. He sat on the edge of the giant bed and looked down. "So.." I started "Why did you want me to stay over?" He looked up at me tilting his head a little. As if he were thinking of what to say. "After yesterday... I think I just want you close." 
I sat next to him and rubbed his back. 
"I know this isn't what you wanna hear, I can't escape this. Its going to keep happening, Im gonna keep dying but i always come back Kyle." Kyle turned away from me concentrating on the floor. " I know.. But I don't want it to hurt you at all, even if you do come back every time." He brushed a red strand of hair out of his face. I liked kyle, alot. Damn it. 
"I'm sorry Ky." I said faintly not knowing what else to say. "Shut up Kenny" he wore a slight grin I smiled back. "Fuck fine." 
I through my arms up in defeat and the rest of the night we hung out. laughed and just joked around. For now we would pretend like everything was normal. After a while we both just crashed on the guest room bed still in our snow coats and boots.