A powerful force

"I do."

"You do WHAT?"

"I do love you."

"And you can't live without me... And you'd do anything I'd ever ask you, anything." Kyle reads the script, all while taking a step towards me.

"I-I um I- I can't do this!" I say, looking over at Mrs. Jensen.

"Imogen, wh-" Mrs. Jensen says before I cut her off.

"Look at him!" I raise my voice, pointing a finger at Kyle. "Look! I can't be serious with him! He's so adora- dork. He is a dork. A dork I tell you!" I cut my self off before I slip up in front of him. I don't want to embarrass myself. Not now, not ever. I look over to Kyle and see that he was smirking, clearly knowing what I was about to say. He really is a dork. I look over to Mrs. Jensen to find her smiling as well.

"You too need to practice more. May I suggest and after school practice? Both of you will need it if you want to get a good grade on this." She says before she walks off. Her heels making loud noises as she walks off of the stage.

"Maybe we should, ya know, practice after school? I mean, if you want." Kyle says, surprising me. He's actually talking to me, and I honestly can't be happier. It seems like if it was just yesterday that I would watch his videos for 6 hours wrapped up like a burrito on my bed. It seems so unrealistic. On the day before school, watched an 11 hour YouNow where he-

"Imogen? Are you okay?" Kyle cuts me off of my thoughts. I hadn't realized I was looking off into space with a stupid look on my face while thinking this.

"Yeah yeah, I'm fine." I wave him off. "But where will we practice?"

"I would volunteer my house, but I know for a fact that my neighbors will assume things if they see a girl that's not my mom walk in though my door. They always do, even if it's just a friend. And the KyeForce will get crazy if they found a girl is hanging out with me. I wouldn't want you to get caught up in that." Kyle speaks up.

"Me neither, we're a powerful force." I mentally slap myself for not thinking before I speak.

"What?"

"Nothing." I say quickly. "Sooooooooo, my house it is then?" I say, dragging out the "oh" sound for emphasis.

"Uh, yeah. That sound fine. But only if there's pizza."

"Of course Kyle, of course."

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Knock! Knock! Knock!

Kyle's here. I think to myself as I run down the stairs and even fix my hair slightly before opening the door.

"Oh." I frown a bit when I realize it's not Kyle, but a smile finds its way on my lips again as I realize it's pizza.

After paying for the pizza, giving the nice guy a tip, I close the door and place the pizza on the table.

"Is Kyle even coming? Ew, I'm gonna go change. What if he doesn't even like pepperoni pizza? who are you kidding, he loves that stuff." I talk to myself. Something I usually do, since I'm alone a lot.

I run quickly up the steps to go and change into denim skinny jeans and a vintage guns 'n roses tee. I start brushing my hair for the millionth time when I hear the door bell ring. That HAS to be Kyle. So, I run down the stairs and do the same routine I did before I opened the door last time, and then opened it.

"Hey!"

"Heeeeeey, Avery" I say, kinda bummed, as she talks inside. Kyle is now officially twenty minutes late. As Avery and I walk up the stairs towards my room, she tells me:

"So, did you take all of the merch from your room down? I mean it-" I cut her off.

"Oh em gee you life saver!! I love you I love you I love you!" I tell her as I'm running to my room. As soon as I reach the doorway, there's another knock at the door.

"Now THAT has to be Kyle." I tell Avery. "Go stall him for me!" I say as I push her down the stairs.

I quickly take down all the merch from my room. I have My Digital Escape posters all over my wall, a "KYEFORCE" banner hanging over my bed, bracelets of Bryan, Jordan, and Johnnie spread all over my dresser, and last but not least, a Kyle David Hall shirt on my computer chair. I grab the things quickly and stuff them into my closet.

As I walk down the stairs, I hear Avery's giggling coming from downstairs. When I reach the bottom, I see Avery clinging on Kyle's arm. They haven't even notice I'm down here, they're too busy looking at each other.

"Mhmm" I clear my throat.

Avery turns, still clinging to Kyle.

"Oh, hey Imogen."