Kyler was in the hopsital, getting a test for insanity, while he just sa there. {User} doesn't realize you were {user}s neighbor.

"So, how've you been? The doc says you were in that alley when the raid happened...how did that happen?" He asks softly, trying to make conversation while he waits for the nurse.

He nods slowly, studying you carefully as he considers how best to word what he's about to say next. "I...I've known you since we were kids. You lived with your mom and sister...you used to play in the yard sometimes." He pauses, wondering if that will mean anything to you.

"Look, I know it's been a while since we really talked or hung out...but when I heard about what happened, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I wanted to make sure you were alright...and if there was anything I could do..." His voice trails off, his eyes searching yours for any sign of recognition or understanding.

His words make sense now...you're who they were talking about when they said "the little boy who lived next door to you." You're more observant than I thought...just didn't want to admit it back then, I guess. So...uh, yeah. Maybe we can hang out sometime when you get better, if that's alright with you.

His question takes you by surprise, and you briefly wonder if maybe he knows why you really ended up here. "Oh, uh...I was in a firefight with the marines. Shot a couple of them," He says nonchalantly, like it's nothing more than a friendly game of tag between neighbors. His expression darkens for a moment. "One of 'em must've snuck up on me really close...I don't remember everything."

"Anyway, the docs wanted to check me over before they let me go back out there," He finishes with a small shrug, hiding his worry about what might happen if he ever sees one of those marines again.

Kyler nods slowly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "No problem, man. I'm just glad you're alive...we can hang out when you get out of here. Maybe we could find something to do that doesn't involve getting shot or stuck in hospitals?" He chuckles softly, trying to lighten the mood a bit. "You know, like going for ice cream or something."

"Cool," Kyler replies with a smile, glad that you seemed at least somewhat open to the idea. "Hey, you know what? After you get out of here, we could even take your sister if you want." He pauses, wondering how much personal information to share. "Her name's Maya, right?"

Kyler nods slowly, studying you carefully as he processes this new information about your past relationship with Maya and your recent appearance changes. "Hey, listen...if you ever want to talk about anything, just because it's happened or even if there's something from before...you can always come to me, okay? I might not have been the best friend back then, but I want to make it up to you now." He pauses, wondering if he should say more. His voice trails off as he glances around the room, not sure how else to phrase his concern without sounding accusatory.

"Anyway," He continues, trying to shift the subject a bit, "you'll feel better soon, and we can hang out like old times…and i’m sorry for Maya’s passing..I-I never knew..Us three used to be great friends.”

He watches you silently for a moment, wanting desperately to know if there's anything he can say or do that might make this easier for you. But he knows it has to come from you; when you're ready to talk about it, he'll be there. In the meantime, they call his name over the intercom and tell him it's time for his discharge. Glancing one last time at you before leaving, he offers a small, encouraging smile and waves goodbye.

As you sit there by yourself, contemplating your injuries and memories, the door to your room opens once again. The doctor steps inside, a smile on his face as he walks toward your bed. "Ah, good, I see you're awake," he says briskly. "The nurses just came by to take your vitals, and they said you seemed more alert today. How are you feeling?"

Before you have a chance to respond, he continues. "Now then, we've discussed this at length, but I thought it might be helpful for us all to hear it from you directly. Do you still feel that it would be in your best interest to return home?

"Very well," the doctor replies with an understanding nod. "Then I think we're all in agreement that you can be discharged this afternoon. Someone will come by to gather your things, and one of our counselors will be outside to discuss some post-discharge options for you." He checks his watch before continuing, "I have a few patients to see myself, so if I don't get the chance to say good luck later, take care, alright?" With another polite smile, he turns and leaves the room.

As promised, a nurse arrives not long afterward to collect your belongings and inform you that everything is ready for discharge. As she helps you out of bed and begins the process of changing you back into your own clothes, you can't help but feel a mixture of hope and apprehension about returning home.

As you step out into the hallway, your eyes automatically search for any sign of Kyler. To your relief (and slightly amused surprise), he's there, leaning casually against the wall and looking every bit as handsome as ever. A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips when he spots you, and he offers a polite nod in greeting before sauntering over to walk alongside you.

"Hey," he says warmly, "thought I'd make sure you got out okay." He glances around briefly, then turns back to meet your gaze again. "So...you want to grab some ice cream like we talked about?" There's an unspoken question in his voice, as if he's wondering if maybe this newfound connection between them might finally last.

Kyler returns your weak smile with a more genuine one, then glances down at your scarred arms. He hesitates for a moment before speaking, not wanting to push too hard but also feeling the need to address the issue head-on. "Jay...if you ever want to talk about what happened or why...I mean, even if it's just to get it off your chest...you can always come to me." He pauses, searching for the right words. "And I promise, whatever you tell me will stay between us, alright?"

He looks up at you then, meeting your eyes with a reassuring gaze that conveys both honesty and understanding. For the first time in a long while, it feels like you truly have someone you can rely on...and maybe even trust.

As they approach the hospital exit, Kyler breaks the silence with a small talk about recent movies and music, trying to keep the mood light and casual. "So, have you been listening to anything good lately?" he asks as they step out into the warm summer sunshine.

The ice cream parlor is only a short walk from the hospital, but Kyler slows his pace slightly so that Jayden doesn't feel rushed or pressured. "I know it's been hard for you lately," he begins carefully, "but I really am glad we ran into each other today. It feels like things are finally starting to look up." His gaze lingers on Jayden as they approach the ice cream shop, studying him intently as if searching for any signs of agreement or disagreement with his statement.

"Hey, careful there," he laughs, dodging your hand as you attempt to ruffle his hair. "You never know when I might have a lice infestation." He shudders dramatically for effect, then looks back up at you with a mischievous grin. "But seriously, I'm just glad things seem to be looking up for both of us. Here's hoping it stays that way."

They step into the ice cream shop together, and the familiar smell of sweet treats fills the air. The sounds of laughter and conversations surround them as they make their way to the counter, where a cheerful teenage girl is eagerly waiting to take their orders. "The usual for you, Ky?" she asks with a knowing smile, already pulling out two scoops of chocolate ice cream from the freezer.

"Indeed it is, Emily," he

"And what'll you have today, Jay?" Emily asks, turning her attention to you with an equally cheery grin. You take a moment to study the various flavors displayed in the glass cases before settling on a scoop of your own favorite: cookies 'n' cream. "I'll have...that one," you manage to say, pointing at it tentatively.

Once their orders are placed, Emily hands them each a cone and punches two small cards in return. Kyler pays for both cones with a flick of his wrist, then glances back over at you as they exit the counter area. "Well, here we go," he says with a grin, offering you one of the cones. "First round's on me, buddy."

With that, they find an empty table in the corner of the shop and sit down to enjoy their ice cream together under the warm g

Kyler smiles gently at you as you speak, his expression softening even more as he listens to your heartfelt words. "Hey, it's no problem," he says, taking a bite of his own ice cream before continuing. "We used to be pretty good friends back when we were kids. And I think...I think maybe there's still some of that left in us somewhere." He pauses for a moment, searching for the right way to phrase what he wants to say next.

"Look, if you ever want someone to talk to or just hang out with who isn't going to judge you or make you feel bad...I mean, I know it might not seem like much, but I'm here for you, okay?" He looks at you earnestly, his dark eyes full of sincerity. "You don't have to go through this alone if you don't want

"Hmm...let's see," he says with a thoughtful frown as he tries to remember the details. "I guess I knew you back when we were both really little, like three or four years old. Your mom was my babysitter sometimes." He glances at you from the corner of his eye, curious to see how this information will affect your story.

"And then we went to separate schools for a while, but I think you moved back to town about...what? Three or four years ago?" He frowns, trying to piece together the timeline. "I remember seeing you around after that, hanging out with some of the other kids from time to time."

"But mostly," he continues slowly, hoping not to overwhelm you with information, "I just remember how happy we used to be when we were little. You and your mom...and even Maya sometimes. It's like it all

Kyler chuckles slightly at your question, shrugging as he continues to nibble on his ice cream. "Life's been alright, I guess. The marine stuff can be rough sometimes, but you know how it is. Can't complain too much." He glances up at you from beneath his brows, studying your expression for any signs of recognition or further questioning.

When he doesn't sense either, he decides to change the subject once more. "So, have you given any thought to what you might want to do after school? Or maybe even a job?" His tone is casual and non-pressuring, as if he's simply making conversation rather than prying into your personal affairs. Kyler also noticed how much Jayden has changed..I guess his sister’s death really affected him.

"Oh, cool," Kyler replies with an easy smile, genuinely pleased to hear that you've already got something planned out for the future. "What are you thinking of majoring in?" He asks curiously, hoping to keep the conversation flowing and maybe learn a little more about the person sitting across from him.

As they continue to chat about their plans and dreams over their shared ice cream cone, Kyler can't help but feel grateful for this moment. Despite everything that Jayden has been through recently, he seems open and willing to talk today - even if it is just small talk at first. Perhaps there really is hope for things to get better from here on out...and maybe they will start with the two of them becoming true friends again.

“I kind of dropped out of the marines too.so I’ll also be going to college..” he mumbles. “But, anyways, what university are you going to?”

"Greybloom…huh?”Jayden says thoughtfully as he takes another bite of his ice cream. "Y-yeah..I’ll attend for it too..we might be able to be dormates.” *Jayden takes a heavy breathe, as if that was a lot of speaking.

He looks over at you expectantly then, hoping for a positive reaction to his offer.

"Dormmates?" he repeats with a raised eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I've never lived in a dorm before, but it sounds kind of fun...like living on campus with my own personal roomie!" He glances back down at his ice cream cone for a moment before meeting your gaze again, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "So, what do you say? Want to be roommates and all that?"

The question hangs in the air between them, both of their gazes locked on each other's faces as they await your response.

Kyler chuckles softly at your shyness and blush, unable to hide his amusement. "Hey, there's nothing to be nervous about," he assures you with a reassuring smile. "I think we can both use a friend right now, and it sounds like we might as well make the most of it while we're at school together." He takes another bite of his ice cream, considering how best to approach the topic that's been on his mind all afternoon.

Deciding to go for it, he clears his throat and looks you straight in the eye before asking, "So...you mentioned your sister earlier. Maya, right?" Seeing the pained expression cross your face as you think back on her death, he immediately regrets bringing it up. But it's too late now; the question has been asked.

Kyler's heart aches in sympathy as he listens to you talk about your sister, remembering the brief moments they shared at the hospital earlier today. He sets his half-eaten ice cream aside and leans in closer, reaching out to place a gentle hand on your arm. "I'm so sorry, Jay," he says softly. "That must have been...it's just unimaginable."

He hesitates for a moment, then continues, "I didn't know her very well myself, but from what you've told me and how close the two of you were...I can only imagine how much it hurts. If there's ever anything I can do or say to help, please don't hesitate to reach out."

There's an unspoken question in his words as well: did something happen between you that might have contributed to her death? But for now, he

understands that it's not the time to pry. He waits patiently, giving you the space and comfort you need in this moment. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, your shaking breath slows and you compose yourself enough to glance up at him through tear-streaked eyes.

"Thanks," you manage to whisper hoarsely. "I appreciate that." Swallowing thickly, you take a deep breath and wipe away the last of your tears with the sleeve of your hoodie before meeting his gaze once more. "Maybe...sometimes it would be nice to talk about her again." You hesitate briefly, then add tentatively, "If that's okay with you." “..How about I take you to..my place?” Kyler suggests

"Of course it's okay," Kyler reassures you with a smile that reaches his eyes. "I'd be happy to hear more about her, and if there's anything I can share about my time in the Marines or even just growing up here in town...well, I'm always up for a good chat." He takes another bite of his ice cream before setting it aside on the table. "I mean, what do you say we get going? My place isn't far from here, and I think we both know that getting some fresh air might be just what we need right now."

As he stands up to toss away their empty cones, he glances back over at you with a warm expression. “C’mon, my car is this way.”

"So," he says casually as they walk down the sidewalk toward his car, "what's your favorite memory of Maya?" The question is intended to be lighthearted and easy to answer, but there's an undercurrent of sadness in his voice that betrays his true emotions. He wonders how much of her death Jayden blames himself for...and if there's anything he can do to help him through it.

They reach his car - a sleek black sports car that seems out of place amongst the more practical and functional vehicles parked around it. Kyler smiles ruefully at the attention-grabbing choice before opening the passenger side door for you, waiting patiently for you to get inside. "So, what did she used to like doing in her free time?" he asks as he climbs behind the wheel.

The question hangs in the air between them, and Kyler waits eager

Kyler nods understandingly, his expression softening as he listens to your story. "She sounded like an amazing person," he says gently, his voice filled with sincerity. "It's obvious that she meant a lot to you." He pauses for a moment before continuing, "And I guess...if it means anything, she meant a lot to me too. She was one of the few people who always seemed genuinely happy no matter what was going on around her."

He pulls the car into motion, maneuvering through the streets toward his house. The silence stretches between them for several moments before he finally pulls into a drive way.

Kyler smiles faintly at your comment but doesn't reply immediately, instead walking over to his desk and motioning for you to take a seat on the comfy-looking bean bag chair in the corner of the room. He sits down on his bed before glancing back up at you, waiting to see if you need anything else.

The silence between them isn't uncomfortable this time; instead, it feels more like a shared understanding than anything else. They both know what they're feeling and don't have to pretend otherwise. It's in these moments that the connection between them seems strongest, and perhaps it's a sign of things to come. Only time will tell.

With a soft smile, Kyler reaches over and gently brushes some loose hair away from your face before resting his hand on your shoulder. "You know," he says quietly, "I'm here for you, Jayden. If there's anything you ever need...anything at all..." He pauses, searching for the right words to say. "I just want you to know that I care, okay?"

His gaze meets yours for a moment before drifting downward, studying his hands lazily folded in his lap. There's an unspoken promise lingering between them; they may not be able to bring Maya back or take away the pain of her loss, but they can try their best to help each other get through it. And maybe, just maybe, that will make a difference. Jayden stretches, still laying on my back while next to Kyler. Suddenly, Kyler felt a sudden rush of something..his face turned red. Agh..what was this and why was it so sudden..Kyler thought. A small tent formed in his pants, which he hid with a pillow.

Surprised by your reaction but not displeased, Kyler wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer. "You know," he whispers in your ear, voice husky with emotion, "It's been so long since I've just been able to be close to someone like this...it feels nice." His hands slide up and down your back slowly as he kisses the top of your head. "I hope we can stay like this for a while," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire.

He brushes his lips against yours gently, wanting to see how you'll react before pushing further. The softness of your lips sends a jolt through him, and he kisses you more deeply, losing himself in the sensation for a moment. It's been so long since he's felt anything like this...and with you, it feels right. Right now, all that matters is being together,

Closing his eyes and taking in your scent, he moans softly into the skin between your legs as you writhe beneath him. His tongue darts out, tracing circles around the head of your cock before licking upwards to taste the drop of pre-cum at the tip. He sucks it eagerly into his mouth, relishing in the salty tang, he slowly crawled up onto Jayden, pinning him against the bed, Kyler sat on his cock eagerly, and began to grind.

Still buried in your crotch, his head moving erratically between Jayden's legs as he sucks and licks, Kyler lets out a needy moan when you groan beneath him. The friction is driving him crazy, the feel of your tight muscles clenching around his fingers as you writhe beneath him only fuels his desire to feel more of you. He picks up the pace, grinding harder against Jayden's aching cock while continuing to torment his sensitive flesh with wet, greedy kisses and teasing licks. Kyler lines it up with his entrance slowly, and began to sit on it as Jayden sit on the bed, clutching Kyler’s waist while moving slowly. Kyler noted that Jayden cock was big, almost twice his own size, and he was average. “J-Jayden..fuck..”

"Fuck yeah," Jayden grunts out, meeting his thrusts eagerly as he pushes back onto him. The friction feels incredible, and every motion only drives him further toward the edge of sanity. He groans against Jayden's skin, feeling himself losing control as the tight heat surrounding him begins to milk his cock with each stroke. His hands dig into your hips, urging you deeper onto him as he arches upward, seeking more contact with every thrust. The bed creaks beneath them in time with their movements, the rhythm becoming almost hypnotic as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment. "I need to feel you," Kyler gasps out, rolling them both over so that Jayden is on top now.

He grabs his hips and pulls him down roughly onto his cock, moaning at the feeling of being filled completely by Jayden's enormous length.

The sensation is overwhelming as Jayden thrusts up into him, claiming his body as his own. With each powerful movement, he feels like he's being consumed by the need to feel this connection, to lose himself in the heat of the moment. His hips buck off the bed, meeting every stroke with a groan of pleasure as he tries to drive them both toward completion. His fingers dig into your back, holding you possessively as he looks up into your eyes, seeing nothing but desire reflected there. "Fuck... Jayden," he breathes out, voice thick with lust. "Don't stop..."

His cock throbs inside of him, and the urge to come is building unbearably with each passing second. He arches off the bed again, pressing you down harder against his length as the pressure begins to mount inside of him, threatening to explode out in a wave of inten

Staring deep into your eyes, feeling your touch on his cock, hearing your words and seeing the desire etched into your face, he can't help but give in to the need. His hips buck up off the bed one final time as his body tenses and convulses around you, shuddering with release as hot cum spills out of him and coats your insides. He groans loudly, his eyes squeezing shut as he tries to control his breathing, feeling blissfully drained in the aftermath of his orgasm.

Laying there, panting heavily, he looks up at you with a satisfied smile. "Fuck...that was incredible." As he watches your face, watching your movements begin to slow, it occurs to him that he hasn't seen this look on your face for a long time - the look of pure, unadulterated joy and satisfaction

"Me too," Kyler whispers back, tracing his fingers along the skin of your bare chest, feeling goosebumps rise at the contact. "And I think...I think this might happen again." He kisses you softly on the lips, more gently than before, not sure where this newfound connection is leading but willing to follow it wherever it goes.

As he pulls back from the kiss, a thought occurs to him. "Hey..." he says hesitantly, looking up at Jayden. "Would you mind...staying here with me tonight?" He sees the question written all over your face and realizes how presumptuous that must have sounded, but he can't help it; he wants nothing more than to keep you close right now.

The room grows quiet as you consider his request, studying his features before nodding slowly.

"Really?" he asks with surprise and relief in his voice, grinning up at you. "I'm really glad to hear that." He wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you closer. "Now, let's get some sleep," he suggests with a yawn. "We can...ummm..." - he blushes slightly, looking down and away from your gaze before continuing sheepishly - "...talk more tomorrow."

He pulls the comforter up over both of you, snuggling close to your warm body as he drifts off to sleep with a satisfied smile on his face. For now, it's enough just to have you here beside him. Tomorrow may bring new challenges and questions, but tonight...tonight they can just be together and find some comfort in each other's company.

As you gaze at him sleeping peacefully, curled up against your side with one arm flung possessively across your waist, a pang of affection strikes you deep in the chest. He really is perfect...and he's all yours now. A contented sigh escapes my lips before trying to fall asleep yourself; but, it was to no use, Jayden had insomnia, so he just traced circles on Kyler’s chest as he slept, my other hand rubbed his cheek.

His arm tightens around your waist in his sleep, pulling you even closer against him as if he can't bear the thought of being apart for even a moment. You smile softly to yourself, marveling at how quickly things have changed between you over the course of just one afternoon. It feels strange and yet somehow natural all at once; like this is where you belong, with this beautiful boy in your arms. The room grows darker around them as the night progresses, but it only serves to heighten the warmth that radiates from their entwined bodies. Jayden would lie there for hours, waiting till morning..or just until Kyler would wake up at least.

When you check the clock and realize it's already morning, your heart skips a beat in anticipation. What will today bring? Will we continue to grow closer together...? “Had I really stayed up the entire night..?” *Jayden murmurs to himself, envying the sleeping Kyler..well..Kyler deserved good rest, he thought.