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Title: Sleepover
Author: Halo (said-the-otter/truths-unheard)
Rating: This part, G
Summary: Kyle spends the night at a friends house
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any $$
Pairing: None yet, eventually Kyle/Diechman
Warning: Er..eventual slash?
Spoilers: Ep. 5
A/N: 1,017 words, and it's only a part one. I woke up half an hour early to write this before work, because the muse wouldn't stop poking me. I hope to have the continuation sometime today. Hopefully it's only two parts, but... you know muses. Comments are love, flames make the otter cry. Grammar crits make the otter giggle. Suggestions welcome. Inspiration snaked from the prior two ficlets. Even though I was already plotting this. You guys were just faster.
Kyle had never spent the night at anyone's house. He'd never had a friend to sleep over with. He was pretty sure Diechman was his friend though, and the other boy had invited him to spend the night. Nichole, of course, had been apprehensive, but Stephen had convinced her that he would be fine and that she was worrying too much.
Even so, Nichole had called Diechman's mother to let her know what she was getting into with Kyle - though she tried not to scare her. There was nothing wrong with him, but he was unusual. They had to face that. She was sure to warn her about Kyle's unusual sleeping habit, but his mother had assured her that was fine, and she knew kids went through phases.
As reassured as she was going to be, Nichole had finally relented. She'd done all she could. When she dropped Kyle off, she rested her hand on his arm. "Call if you need anything. Even if you just forgot your toothbrush, or want to say goodnight, or if something happens and you want to come home, okay?"
"I didn't forget my toothbrush." He smiled. "But I'll call if I need to."
She'd nodded, and smiled, and watched him walk to the door. Only after Diechman's mother let him in did she finally drive away. She didn't notice the ratty van that had followed her.
** ** **
"Come on in, Kyle." Anna smiled warmly to the boy. He didn't look at all different, but her son had shared the boy's exploits at school. She was perfectly aware of how highly her son thought of Kyle; she was just glad he'd found a friend. She knew Diechman was a little ... unusual, and she knew how cruel highschoolers could be. "He's upstairs. The closed door with all the music pounding behind it."
Kyle smiled to her. She seemed nice, and he liked her smile. "Thank you." Shouldering his backpack, he climbed the stairs and knocked on his friend's door.
Diechman jerked at the knock, and he reached for the remote of the radio to turn the volume down. He quickly closed the notebook he was sketching in, and shoved it under the mattress. No need for Kyle to see that. "It's open," he called out even as he slid out of bed to stand up.
Kyle tilted his head at the words, but he figured that was like 'come in' - because the door was clearly closed. He twisted the knob to let himself in, and he smiled. "I'm here."
Diechman had to laugh. "I see that. Welcome to my room." He closed the distance between them, reaching out to take Kyle's bag. "Did you have any trouble finding the place?"
"Nichole dropped me off." He let his friend take his bag and he moved curiously around the room. He admired the sketches and posters on the walls, occasionally touching items he came across to examine them more closely. "I like your room," he finally decided, turning to face his friend.
"Thanks." He grinned. Now that Kyle was here, he couldn't think of what to do. Oh, he knew what he wanted to do, but that was a whole other ballgame. "So. Um, hey, do you want to see some of my drawings? My older stuff isn't that good, but you can look at it anyway."
"Yes." Which reminded him of something. "I drew something for you, too."
"Yeah?" He kind of grinned. He watched Kyle cross the room to the bed, leaning over it to get his bag. He tried very hard to stomp down the highly inappropriate thoughts that flooded his head when he saw Kyle bent like that over his bed. Yum. He ran his fingers through his spiked hair as he waited to see what Kyle had drawn.
Kyle was a little apprehensive about handing over the picture. After all, things hadn't gone terribly well when he'd drawn something for Amanda. The difference was - Diechman was just his friend. Shaking off the doubts, he handed over the picture. It was the first time he'd drawn himself into a picture, and it was really the first time he'd ventured into the realms of imagination on his own. The picture showed the pair of them as superheroes, complete with capes.
Diechman kind of laughed when he saw the picture. "I'm not a hero."
"To me you are."
He blushed. The words were so terribly sincere. "Showing you the library wasn't an act of heroism."
"I think it was."
Deciding to just let that go - it was getting awkward - he nodded. "I really like the picture. Thanks."
"You're welcome." He sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as his friend pinned up the picture after clearing a place on the wall. He grinned that slow, full grin that he had. It made him strangely proud to have his work displayed in his friend's room. "So what do we do at a sleepover?"
The sudden change of topic caught him a little off guard. "Uh. Nothing special. We just hang out. Stay up late eating junk and watching movies or listening to music." He shrugged. "Supposedly, we sleep at some point."
He nodded. Josh had told him about the same thing, but he didn't always trust what Josh said.
Diechman nodded as they lapsed into one of those awkward quiets. He gazed at Kyle, sitting on the edge of his bed - his bed! - and he wasn't sure what to do. "So, um. What did you want to do?"
"Whatever you want to do." He grinned lopsidedly. "I'm not hungry, but we could watch movies."
"Sure." He gestured. "The TV room's downstairs." He had a vast collection of DVDs, but they also had tons of channels on the TV.
"Your television has a room?"
"Huh? No. I mean ... we call it that. It's the room with the TV and the games. The entertainment room, I guess."
"Oh." That made more sense, and he stood up, prepared to follow Diechman to the TV room.
Author: Halo (said-the-otter/truths-unheard)
Rating: This part, G
Summary: Kyle spends the night at a friends house
Disclaimer: Not mine, not making any $$
Pairing: None yet, eventually Kyle/Diechman
Warning: Er..eventual slash?
Spoilers: Ep. 5
A/N: 1,017 words, and it's only a part one. I woke up half an hour early to write this before work, because the muse wouldn't stop poking me. I hope to have the continuation sometime today. Hopefully it's only two parts, but... you know muses. Comments are love, flames make the otter cry. Grammar crits make the otter giggle. Suggestions welcome. Inspiration snaked from the prior two ficlets. Even though I was already plotting this. You guys were just faster.
Kyle had never spent the night at anyone's house. He'd never had a friend to sleep over with. He was pretty sure Diechman was his friend though, and the other boy had invited him to spend the night. Nichole, of course, had been apprehensive, but Stephen had convinced her that he would be fine and that she was worrying too much.
Even so, Nichole had called Diechman's mother to let her know what she was getting into with Kyle - though she tried not to scare her. There was nothing wrong with him, but he was unusual. They had to face that. She was sure to warn her about Kyle's unusual sleeping habit, but his mother had assured her that was fine, and she knew kids went through phases.
As reassured as she was going to be, Nichole had finally relented. She'd done all she could. When she dropped Kyle off, she rested her hand on his arm. "Call if you need anything. Even if you just forgot your toothbrush, or want to say goodnight, or if something happens and you want to come home, okay?"
"I didn't forget my toothbrush." He smiled. "But I'll call if I need to."
She'd nodded, and smiled, and watched him walk to the door. Only after Diechman's mother let him in did she finally drive away. She didn't notice the ratty van that had followed her.
** ** **
"Come on in, Kyle." Anna smiled warmly to the boy. He didn't look at all different, but her son had shared the boy's exploits at school. She was perfectly aware of how highly her son thought of Kyle; she was just glad he'd found a friend. She knew Diechman was a little ... unusual, and she knew how cruel highschoolers could be. "He's upstairs. The closed door with all the music pounding behind it."
Kyle smiled to her. She seemed nice, and he liked her smile. "Thank you." Shouldering his backpack, he climbed the stairs and knocked on his friend's door.
Diechman jerked at the knock, and he reached for the remote of the radio to turn the volume down. He quickly closed the notebook he was sketching in, and shoved it under the mattress. No need for Kyle to see that. "It's open," he called out even as he slid out of bed to stand up.
Kyle tilted his head at the words, but he figured that was like 'come in' - because the door was clearly closed. He twisted the knob to let himself in, and he smiled. "I'm here."
Diechman had to laugh. "I see that. Welcome to my room." He closed the distance between them, reaching out to take Kyle's bag. "Did you have any trouble finding the place?"
"Nichole dropped me off." He let his friend take his bag and he moved curiously around the room. He admired the sketches and posters on the walls, occasionally touching items he came across to examine them more closely. "I like your room," he finally decided, turning to face his friend.
"Thanks." He grinned. Now that Kyle was here, he couldn't think of what to do. Oh, he knew what he wanted to do, but that was a whole other ballgame. "So. Um, hey, do you want to see some of my drawings? My older stuff isn't that good, but you can look at it anyway."
"Yes." Which reminded him of something. "I drew something for you, too."
"Yeah?" He kind of grinned. He watched Kyle cross the room to the bed, leaning over it to get his bag. He tried very hard to stomp down the highly inappropriate thoughts that flooded his head when he saw Kyle bent like that over his bed. Yum. He ran his fingers through his spiked hair as he waited to see what Kyle had drawn.
Kyle was a little apprehensive about handing over the picture. After all, things hadn't gone terribly well when he'd drawn something for Amanda. The difference was - Diechman was just his friend. Shaking off the doubts, he handed over the picture. It was the first time he'd drawn himself into a picture, and it was really the first time he'd ventured into the realms of imagination on his own. The picture showed the pair of them as superheroes, complete with capes.
Diechman kind of laughed when he saw the picture. "I'm not a hero."
"To me you are."
He blushed. The words were so terribly sincere. "Showing you the library wasn't an act of heroism."
"I think it was."
Deciding to just let that go - it was getting awkward - he nodded. "I really like the picture. Thanks."
"You're welcome." He sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as his friend pinned up the picture after clearing a place on the wall. He grinned that slow, full grin that he had. It made him strangely proud to have his work displayed in his friend's room. "So what do we do at a sleepover?"
The sudden change of topic caught him a little off guard. "Uh. Nothing special. We just hang out. Stay up late eating junk and watching movies or listening to music." He shrugged. "Supposedly, we sleep at some point."
He nodded. Josh had told him about the same thing, but he didn't always trust what Josh said.
Diechman nodded as they lapsed into one of those awkward quiets. He gazed at Kyle, sitting on the edge of his bed - his bed! - and he wasn't sure what to do. "So, um. What did you want to do?"
"Whatever you want to do." He grinned lopsidedly. "I'm not hungry, but we could watch movies."
"Sure." He gestured. "The TV room's downstairs." He had a vast collection of DVDs, but they also had tons of channels on the TV.
"Your television has a room?"
"Huh? No. I mean ... we call it that. It's the room with the TV and the games. The entertainment room, I guess."
"Oh." That made more sense, and he stood up, prepared to follow Diechman to the TV room.