K-Y-L-E

Worry{9}

(Ruby)
Edited :D!
Do I update too much? I feel like I should space it out more but.. I really like writing this story 😁..!
"Ruby."
My mother's voice whispers, waking me.
"Aghh.." I say, wiping my eyes then looking at her.
"What?"
"I have to go on a trip for a week or two." She whispers, as I hear Kyle's bed creak.
"Your father is going on one too, tonight. I'm leaving right now, huny."
They're just going to leave me here?
With Kyle?
"What time is it? And why can't you guys reschedule?"
"It's 5 am-" I groan, but she ignores it,
"And I've known about my trip, but your father just got his late last night."
Late last night?
"What? Last night! Why didn't you guys tell me?"
My mother sighs,
"Money, phone numbers, and an extra set of keys are on the counter. Love you." She answers, walking out the door.
"Wait-mom!"
She doesn't hear me.
"Dammit."
I hear someone chuckle above my bed, and I know it has to be Kyle.
When did he get home?
•••••••••••
Kyle disappeared sometime this morning.
I'm sitting on the couch, I have a week off and I'm planning to be at least a little lazy.
Father: I'm leaving for the airport right after work. Sorry I didn't get to say goodbye. Be careful, please get groceries, love you.
Of course, on my week off I had to go shopping.
Ruby: Yeah, okay. Love you too. I'll be safe.
I decide to get the shopping done first, although it's already 3 pm, so most of my day is wasted.
••••••••••••
I look at the list, and I thankfully only need a few more things.
Okay so toothpaste, shampoo, and hairspray. Nice-
I accidentally bump into someone.
"Oh I'm sorry!" I apologize without thought.
I look up to a boy, around my age, with blue-grey eyes and light brown hair.
Oh. He's... Cute.
He catches me checking him out as he is doing the same to me.
I feel myself start to blush, and he does also.
Oh god, awkward.
"Um-so hi."
Oh good-he's awkward,too.
I let out a laugh and blurt out a reply,
"Hi.."
He nervously licks his lips,
"So.. Hi, I'm Curtis."
Oh no, that's an ugly name for a cute boy.
"Hi. I'm Ruby."
He shyly smiles,
"That's a pretty name, and for a pretty girl." 
I let out a instinctive giggle, and that seems to make him smile brighter, and seem more confident; he starts giving me more compliments.
Oh god, when's the last time someone's flirted with me?
Because I love it. 
•••••••••
I walk inside the house, with far to many bags to handle, and a cute boy's number in my phone.
I see Kyle laying on the couch, facing me, with his legs crossed.
I roll my eyes.
"Good, you're finally home for once. Help me with the groceries, would ya?"
I start taking things out if the bags,
"It's getting close to dinner time and I need help to get this stuff out of the way, so I can start on it. Any suggestions?" I ask.
He doesn't reply, so I turn around to set a couple bags out the counter.
I turn back around, and he just stares at me.
"What? What's your problem?" I ask, hands on my hips.
He doesn't say anything.
I sigh and took my eyes, heading out the door I say,"Oh sorry, I forgot how much of a bipolar creep you are."
••••••••••
Kyle didn't help me with the groceries, the jerk.
He seems not to give a single fuck about dinner either.
I'm making spaghetti, one of my favorite foods. I didn't ask if he liked it or not, because he'll probably just ignore me.
He's silently standing a feet or so away from me,"Get me some sauce, please." I ask, getting the other ingredients out.
I don't hear him getting it, but when I look over at him, he's holding it.
"Uh-thanks for actually getting it this time.."
I grab it and as our fingers slide over each other's, I remember what happened last time we were in the kitchen.
Instantly getting a tad wet, I bite my lip,
"Uhmm- please sit down. I don't need your help right now."
I avoid contact.
He's so silent, I'm not even positive he actually sat down.
••••••••••
Dinner is also silent, but I don't say anything, anyway. I don't know what's up with him, but if he's expecting me to do something.. I'm not. Because I have no idea what he wants.
I head up to my bedroom, taking my glasses off and changing into my pj's, I lay down, waiting for sleep to come.
**
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEP BEEEEP!
I wake up groggily, feeling way too tired.
God, it's morning already? When did I even set the alarm?
I open my eyes and see that it's 12:30-fucking-AM
"Ughhh, why?" I get up, turning the annoying fuck off.
"What are your thoughts on knifes?"
I stop in my tracks.
I look to see Kyle, hanging upside down on his bed, a large knife in his hand.
He's stroking it.
And it's scaring the hell out of me, the way I can tell his eyes have darken, even in the dark, and his voice is deeper, and the way he's staring and the knife..
"K-Kyle I don't have time for your creepy shit.." I stumble, trying not to act like what he's going is as creepy as it is.
He stops stroking the knife. And his eyes flicker to mine.
He smiles,
"Or are you more of a gun girl?"
I try to ignore his question, and I think about something else-
I wonder how all of the blood flowing to his head in his position, is not making him uncomfortable, and maybe it's making him talk this way.
Maybe.
"Kyle.. You should stop doing that." I say, but he doesn't move.
"Stop doing what?" He questions.
"You're hanging upside down, that's probably not good for your bod-"
He lets out a chuckle, and turns around, his head no longer shaking.
"Why worry about me," He asks, jumping down from the bed, silently.
"When you should be worrying about yourself?"