KYLE

"What?" I ask him.

I noticed that he was looking at me wherever I go around the shop. He did not reply and just smile looked away and do something inside the pantry.

Sometimes he gave me the chills. The way he looks and follow me with his eyes, he was like a murderer on a film that I have watched recently.

What is wrong with him?

It is almost time to close the shop, and we're good. We clean the tables and even wash things inside the kitchen.

"Do you wanna go somewhere?"

Pulling me away from my random thoughts, he asked. Watching him taking off the apron and hang it at the corner. I just agree to whatever he wants, anyway, he is all I have now. After changing my clothes in my room I rush to go down.

"Where do we go?" I asked, he simply smile, and as always he didn't give me an answer. We walk following the street lights.

"Are you okay?" I really don't get him at all, he is with me the whole day and asking an obvious answer.

"Of course, I am. But a little tired, there are so many customers today. Why do ask?"

"Nothing."

"Such a weird," I whisper. Abruptly he stopped walking. I look at him. He moves closer to me leaving enough space between us. He planted his hand on top of my head and pat.

"I am always here."

Okay...I know that. I swatted his hand patting my head. We both look like in a drama. Why does he need to pat my head, am I kiddo?

Such a weird.

"Stop doing that. Do I look like a kid to you?"

"No. But I'll consider. To take care of you."

"Stop joking. I know that you care for me. I am your friend."

He pulls me closer to him. Close enough to feel his breathing. I can feel his body with my skin, feels like my face is inches away from his.

"What if I say, I don't want to be your friend. Not just, a friend."

"What are you talking about? Enough with the joke."

"I'm not joking. I just don't want to be your friend."

"Then be my brother," I manage to smile and pull a joke in between my tense body and mind. I sense that he's serious about that friend topic.

In a heartbeat, everything went too fast and didn't even notice that he was kissing me. Eyes open.

I don't know what to do. I'm not familiar with what is happening, with this feeling.

"I like you."

I don't know what to say. Looking away from him, and the only answer I can give him was to walk away from him.

What the hell did he do?

He kissed me as if we are not both men. What is wrong with him. And...what is this I feeling right now. Loud banging of my heart is all I can feel as I walk away from him. Maybe because I am shocked to what he did, and not what I am thinking about.

This is all wrong, and it can't be real. He was the only one I can run and talk to when I am sad, lonely, and even in my happiness.