Kyle was the type of kid that new a lot of people, but still didn't have many friends. He kept to himself a lot. It wasn't that he didn't want to hang out with friends, but it was more like his friends forgot that he existed. He wasn't sure how that worked, being that he was always there for everyone when they asked, but somehow he could always feel alone in a crowded room. There was only one person that has ever made him feel like he wasn't a lonely soul in an overpopulated world, Jason. For most people, when you found the one person that makes you feel the best, that would be the end of the story, but this was just the beginning for Kyle.
Kyle didn't quite understand his feelings. He had been confused for a few years now. By the time you're in your early twenties, one should know who they are and where they are heading in life. Kyle knew that he was different and he was still trying to figure out who he was. Some would call him sheltered. But it wasn't his parents that kept him that way. He made himself that way. Sure he felt like an invisible friend, but that might be because of his own doing as well. He always sat in his room, playing video games or watching movies, and think about what he could be doing. Most of his friends however didn't find the thrill in just playing games or watching movies. They wanted to go out, have adventures, and cause mischief whenever they could. Adventuring and having a good time outside with his friends was fun, but still the feeling of being left out clouded his excitement.
"Earth to Kyle!" Kyle's friend Megan said, startling him out of his day dream. He looked up at her and saw her looking at him with a smile on her face. They had been friends for a long time now. And by "a long time" it's been about three years. "What distant planet are you visiting today?"
"Huh?.. Oh. Sorry. Was just thinking" He returned her smile. After realizing where they were, his smile soon vanished. They were sitting in class. This was probably the worst class that he would ever have to take: The Art of History. The subject matter wasn't even the worst part. It was listening to the teacher drone on about how great the art was and also repeating the word "Class" at the beginning or end of every sentence. Sometimes it happened at the beginning and the end.
"Now Class, remember that you have your projects due at the end of next week, class."
Kyle shuddered every time he heard the word now, which is why he was trying to zone out completely and not pay attention in the class. He was however thankful to have one good friend in there with him. He thought back on his daydreaming. His thoughts about how he doesn't feel like he had many friends, but looking at Megan. He knew he could call her a friend. After three years of knowing each other, what else would she be.
"Do you want to get out of here?" He whispered, leaning over to her desk.
The smile on her face said it all. She packed up her things quietly and placed them in her bag. She stood up slowly so that no one would notice that she was making a move for it. Kyle looked around the room and saw that most of the other students were sleeping or doodling. He let her exit the classroom first. After she left, he waited a moment or two before packing his own bag, and then followed her lead.
The hallway was very bright compared to the classroom. After closing the door behind him he walked towards Megan.
"So what're we gonna do?