*Maria*
"Thank you". Kyle mumbles clearly thankful that I'm not gonna put myself out there. It's quiet for a moment as he seems to search for the appropriate words to convey the right message.
"I know how much you want to help us but...I don't want you to get hurt...you understand that right?" Yeah, I understand what he saying ,but is he saying it cecause he feels the need to protect me or is there something else? Could he possibly feel the same for me as I do for him?
Nope, he's probably just seeing me like a sister or something as equally as hurtful. The lump in my throat expands and I don't speak for fear a sob will release itself.
"You mean too much to me" He finishes and I pause conflicted wishing I could see his face for confirmation. Did that sound like genuine concern to you? Like more than buddy/buddy or 'Just a friend' status. Maybe it was just my over active imagination clinging on to hope or the drugs are starting to mess with him in freaky ways. Wanting to push the topic a little bit without making a complete fool of myself I answer,
"I know, Kyle. I really care about you too. More than I show a lot of the time." I swallowly harshly finding my throat dry and a little sore. Taking a stroll down memory lane I admonish, "
Remember how you used to pull my pigtails when we were little and then run away so I couldn't sock you?" I giggle for the first time in what feels like days. "
I wouldn't admit it ,but I secretly liked the attention. Kyle Valenti was taking the time to personally aggravate me."
Smiling happily at the fond account I continue,
"And then when we became friends in High School I was grateful to have some one to keep those idiot perverts off me." I reply refering to the boys Kyle used to chase off that would make lewed comments directed toward me.
"I was grateful to have you then. I am more so now." I reveal hoping I didn't push the envelope to much.
Thanks Faith 
