2minsforslashing | Umm so I'm writing a series now!

Written by:

bhavna_grint
Title: Young Guns
Chapter: 1
Pairing: Matt Stajan / Kyle Wellwood
Notes: During the Belleville Bulls 2001/2002 season.
Disclaimer: These boys are not mine, but I wish they were :(

Matty’s POV

I looked into his eyes. I could see pain in them…knowing he didn’t want to do this to me, but he had to—I know he had to. It killed me to see him this way, but I knew it was for the best. I couldn’t believe that this was our last night together. Kyle had requested a trade to Windsor to be at home with his father. His dad was going through something…but Kyle wouldn’t tell us…or me. I guess that’s what really hurt me the most. That he couldn’t trust me, or didn’t want to trust me enough to tell me what was going on. He usually told me everything, but only after he dealt with them on his own. I was usually pretty understanding about this, but if this was something that merited a trade that would separate us, he should have told me…

Nevertheless, here we were. Kyle was going back to Windsor, and we were getting Jason Spezza. If it weren’t for the fact that we were both drafted by the Leafs, I wouldn't have been able to control the tears welling up in my eyes. I brushed his cheek with my hand.

“So…this is it, eh?” I said, trying to cut that awkward silence. He grasped my hand and held it in his. I looked at his hand, then up to his face. He started to cry. I wiped away his tears, kissing his cheek. I couldn’t handle seeing him cry. “Shh…it’s okay, Kyle…we’ll find a way…there’s training camp for Team Canada…or if all else fails…the Leafs…” I said, trying to calm him down.

He sniffled and nodded and rested his head against my chest. I ran my fingers through his hair, stroking his back with my other hand. I never wanted him to leave my arms, knowing that in a matter of minutes, he’d have to be pried away from me. Sure, I told him we had Team Canada and the Leafs, but what if things would change by then? What if we could never get back what we had in Belleville? I mean, we hadn’t said we loved each other or anything…but I knew in my heart of hearts that I loved Kyle, and I wasn’t too sure he felt the same.

I continued to rub his back soothingly, holding onto him for as long as I could before having to let him go. He closed his eyes, opting not to say anything. Of all the times I needed him to say something…to say those words…this was it. Yet, he was silent, like always, leaving me to imagine his thoughts and feelings. Did he really want to leave things this way…?

Kyle moved his head away from me, and looked up at me. He looked me straight in the eyes, and had his arms around me. I looked back, anticipating what he had to say…

“Matty…I…” he began, looking nervous as all hell. I nodded, and he went on. “I…I—“

“WELLWOOD! YOUR STUFF IS IN THE CAR! GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE!” we heard coach bellow. I shook my head.

“Kyle, you what?” I asked, hoping to get an answer.

“Matt…I gotta go…” he said as he took one long look at me before going out that door, leaving me on the edge of the bed, all alone.