Broken Romeo's and Juliets Teen 8/26 Kyle centric 1/1

[Sin]

Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell.
Rating: Teen
Couple: K/T, Mild K/L
Title: Broken Romeo's and Juliet's
Summary: Kyle reflects on Tess' time at his house and in Roswell.

A/N: Repost. There are undertones of romantic feelings for Liz so there is a very faint impression of Kyle/Liz and there are also influences and undertones of a rivalry between Kyle and Max. But those aren't the main focus of the fic. This is a pretty sad one shot but it is a Lamptrimmer fic.

Setting: Takes place after departure and is a stand alone fic about Kyle and his feelings for Tess.

Mood Song: Romeo and Juliet- The Killlers from Sawdust

He thought he was used to being second best after having such a temptous relationship with Liz but he’d come to realize that this time it stung a whole lot worse then he thought it would.

Perhaps he wasn’t the most romantic guy in the world. He didn’t have the sentimental gene that Max Evans had. He didn’t go to girls houses serenading them in Spanish, he didn’t shower them with lotion and bath sprays nor did he vandalize their homes in attempts of showy affection but that didn’t change the fact that he loved just as strongly and just as profoundly as he did.

He knew he was being silly, no way would an alien queen settle for the life he would provide for. He was a simple man who wanted simple pleasures. Long walks, gentle conversation, a few jokes here and there. Perhaps the most disheartening thing about all of it though was the fact that she used him as little more then a servant.

She took his room but he could get over that, she took his heart he freely gave it to her but it was her absolute refusal of him that hurt the most. She manipulated him to make him see her as a sibling, as a sister she didn’t want to have to deal with his love.

She casted his feelings off as insignificant as though it was nothing, like his feelings didn’t matter. The worst part was that he still cared, he still wanted her, he still missed her and it was as if she was ingrained in him a way he never felt before.

Dealing with Liz’s rejection was hard but he got over it. He was after all able to get in bed with her and to his surprise he didn’t feel the infatuation he felt with her before. Yeah it still hurt a little but the pain was fleeting, barely noticeable and more then anything it was his ego that was broken.

But remembering what Tess did to him struck him hard. She didn’t even respect him enough to talk about how he felt about her, she didn’t seem him as a man, an equal or a love interest.

Just a vessel maybe if he was lucky a servant.

Perhaps she was in some far off galaxy somewhere drinking a pina colada and recounting all of her moments on earth and looking back on his feelings and laughing about how he felt.

He truly did feel like a heel, like a joke. He was a fool and he was the last one to get the joke.

The funny part being he wouldn’t of even had remember the punch line the way she planned it.

No he couldn’t make grand declarations of love, he couldn’t give her the pricey words from movie scenes, he couldn’t make a love song to weaken her knee’s, he couldn’t give her gold, silk or whatever the hell they valued on Antar.

But he was willing to do almost anything for her. But as it stood now he couldn’t do anything but become this hermitic being he had been for the last few months since her departure.

All he did was miss her and the way they used to be. Before Alex’s death. Before her descent into madness or evil or whatever transformation she went threw. Their talks about Buddhism, her endeared nickname of Buddha boy still wrung in his ears.

It was both the most single loved and hated sound of his existence.

But maybe it was all a game to her.

Maybe what she was in the end was the very being she had always been and was always supposed to be.

He would have liked to think that he could of saved her, maybe even have helped her.

That she would have accepted his love if he had been more straight forward but in the end he knew that her obsession with Max had been something she could never shake.

In that instant he hated him. He hated her. He hated everything. He hated that they had to choose this planet to come to. He hated that Evans had continually stolen the two women that he had cared about most in his life.

He hated that Tess loved Max more then him. He hated that Tess continual chose Max over him.

He was pathetic all he did was moon over old photo’s and look at old clothing, not in the creepy way but he would gaze at her shirts and sweaters and remember discussions about lamp-trimming and would reminisce about stupid soap opera’s and girly chick flicks.

He swore her never to tell anyone or he would tell everyone about her irrational fear of bunnies.

See he knew things that the others didn’t.

That even though everyone around her thought that she was cold and calculating he had moments with her that showed humanity and even warmth. Or maybe that was a trick to.

Was anything about her ever honest. He felt like he had to second guess every single thought he made lately.

Maybe it was the mind warp and it’s side effects, maybe it was his loneliness but he couldn’t stop his thoughts from drifting back to her.

In his dreams it was so much worse. All he did was kiss her but those were the most cruel dreams because he would wake up happy and then realize that it was all fabricated and made up in his mind.

He promised himself. Swore even that he would never look up at the stars again, it was just too painful to know that she was out there.

Maybe if she was dead he would be free of her and he could move on but he doubted it.

Oh he passed his limit of alcohol this had to be his tenth beer and his dad would be coming in from his night time cruising it was just sad when you were home at night waiting for your father to come home at four o’clock in the morning.

It was a good thing it was Friday so he wouldn’t have to work tomorrow. He could reminisce about her as much as he wanted and although his hang over would kill in the morning it was easier then having to think about her on Saturday morning when they used to get up earlier and go to the park.

He was a smart man and knew that his painful hangover would keep him from missing her. He just wished that there was enough liquor in the world to rid himself of her for good.

Maybe if he had Max’s alcohol tolerance his plan would work.

Damn him yet another thing to envy about Max Evans.