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I woke up with Kyle's image in my mind, as I slowly remembered last night's dream.

"I love you"

Pangs of longing hit my chest, "No, I don't want this to happen," I thought "Please, Kyle is my only friend, what if he gets angry at me and tells everyone my secret? No, I can't have that happen"

Soft sunlight streamed in through the maroon curtains. Illuminating them to a bright orange and casting a warm glow over the room.

Out of instinct, I grabbed my phone to check my notifications, two texts from Kyle and a few Tumblr likes.

I swiped right to view the texts, *heeyyyy morgan! thx for last night, it was fun! :P* I imagined Kyle sticking out his tongue as I read the text, I felt my cheeks burn.

*wanna see the new paranormal activity tonight? gonna be scaaaary :D* read the second text. Again, I blushed as I imagined Kyle teasing me, I'm terrified of horror movies, but Kyle and I have watched hundreds together, I think he likes seeing me scared.

"Or maybe he likes it when I cling onto him at the scary parts" I thought, wishing it was true

*sure, but you're paying. ill get snacks though* I replied

Kyle was quick to respond,

*yaaaay*

*but im getting snacks* He added.

*no* I sent *not fair*

*yes it is*

*but you payed for ice cream yesterday*

*too bad :P*

*dammit kyle*

"You're too nice to me" my brain added.

*come over for dinner at 5, well go after*

*see ya later*

My palms started to sweat.

What should I wear?

Will he catch on?

Should I tell him?

If I could groan I would have, very loudly.

I sat around all day, watching Netflix, playing video games, anything to take my mind off Kyle. I had some trouble typing on my laptop, my hands were shaking badly.

Then finally, the time came to get ready.

I showered and sat on my bed deciding what to wear I didn't want to overdress, Kyle might suspect something, but yet I still wanted to look nice for him. I felt like such a girl, worrying over what to wear, I felt so stupid. "Is this what love is?" I decided on a polo shirt and jeans, but was still worried that Kyle wouldn't be dressed up as much, he usually just wore a t-shirt an shorts.

I snatched up my phone and wallet, though I wouldn't need the latter, and headed out the door, leaving a note for my mom. After a ten minute walk I arrived at Kyle's house. My foot tapping anxiously as I rung the door bell.

All my worries were soothed as I heard footsteps and Kyle swung the door open with.

"Hey!" He jumped forward and hugged me "You're early"

I nodded as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me up the stairs, as he always does when I go to his house. I noticed he was dressed similar to me, black jeans and a white polo.

"Mom says dinner'll be ready in ten" he laughed, but felt my paw shaking "Why do you look so upset? Are you okay?"

I nodded, turning away to conceal my blush. Why must he be so nice?

"Lets play some Smash Bros!"

I cocked my head, as If to say "Are you sure?"

"Even though you'll beat me" He added.

That was true, ever since the first time we played, he only won about 10 percent of the games.

"Maybe I should lose on purpose," I thought "He's so cute when he wins."

I decided against it though, Smash Bros. was one of the only few things where I was better than him.

_"He's cute when he loses too" _

We played five rounds before dinner, I won three.

"No fair!" Kyle yelped "You used Marth, you're too good with him!" He continued complain as he threw fake punches at my arm. As I laughed along.

(The only time I made noises with my mouth were when I was laughing, screaming, or crying, because they happened without thinking.)

"Boys!" His mom called, "Time for dinner!"

Kyle grabbed my wrist again and shot downstairs, pulling me after him, barely giving me time to stand up.

"Mac 'n' Cheese was heaped on clean white plates, alongside green beans.

"I made your favorite Morgan!" the female fox added.

I nodded in thanks as Kyle and I sat down and inhaled the food before us.

"Do you two want dessert?" she chimed in as she cleared plates.

"No thanks mom, we're getting snacks at the theatre." Kyle added.

"Ok, well lets get going"

Thankfully, Kyle and I both lived near each other and near the town's main street. Which only left a ten minute walk to the theater. We walked side by side, the evening was warm, with a slight breeze, giving off wafts of the restaurants nearby.

Kyle commented with an occasional "Wow, it's so nice out" or "I can't wait for the movie"

A pit formed in my stomach, as it always did before a horror movie. But this was also fueled with nervousness from sitting in a dark theatre next to my crush.

As we arrived at the theatre, Kyle, much to my distress, payed for the tickets, and our snacks. We walked into the theater and took our seats, Kyle noticed I was scared,

"Shaky already?" He giggled and patted me on the head. In the dark theatre he couldn't see me blush.

This film was particularly scary, I hated ghosts the most so I was frantically grabbing onto Kyle's shoulder for most of the movie, not caring if I embarrassed myself. At the climax I can't remember if I was crying or not, but as we walked out of the theater i was grabbing Kyle and shaking hard.

People were giving us weird looks and it took me a minute before I realized we probably looked like couple.

I quickly jumped away from Kyle, "What's wrong"

My fingers fumbled for my notepad as a wrote *nothing* in shaky letters.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded

We left the theatre and set out for home, passing through the park.

Kyle halted at the bench, "Morgan, sit down"

I complied, not sure why we were stopping.

"I... have something to tell you" He was clearly upset, and just as my heart rate was starting to go down, it shot up.

"I-I think.."

What is he saying?

"I, uh, I, L..."

Is he saying he loves me? My heart beat faster.

"I - I'm leaving"

WHAT?

I panicked, everything blurred, I felt tears streaming down my cheeks as Kyle's paw shook more.

Never have I been so let down in my life, why Kyle, why?

"My family's moving to Seattle in two weeks" He muttered, "I-I'm sorry"

He'll be gone, and I never told him, I need to take this chance.

I grabbed his shirt collar, and pulled him in, he yelped as I kissed him hard.

Please don't leave me.

I cried into his shirt as he rubbed my back and whispered

"I don't want to leave you Morgan"