Date: November 26, 2001

Time: 5:20p.m.

My kitchen counter

 

          Just in case you’re wondering how in the hell I’m writing this, well, it’s pretty simple. I’m using my ring. I can’t type very well anyway, I can write, YES, but I can’t do it very well. I spent most of last night in the emergency room, getting a cast placed on my finger… AND my hand.

          It all started earlier… last night to be more exact. I had flown my little butt down to Metropolis to see if Kara might have wanted to go out and get something to eat. I was REALLY looking forward to spending the night with her, ya know? I wanted to just catch up, see what was going on.

          When I got there, I was in store for a little surprise. As soon as I went to go knock on the door, it opened. And THERE was Bruce! For me?? I’m like—scared half way to Thursday. That guy is FREAKY, I’m sorry! I found out that the two of THEM were going out for something to eat and sorta backed off a bit. I KNOW how Kara feels about Bruce, he’s almost like a father to her. I didn’t want to come in between something that the two of them had planned. But THEN, Bruce asked me to join the both of them for dinner. I pretty much agreed and we started down to the main lobby. “Burger King, McDonalds, pizza…” The three of us continued to discuss where we would go. Fast food was the definite must.

Suddenly Nightwing, some LADY in purple and a chicken run past. Bruce takes it upon himself to leave and find out what the heck was going on. I mean… the Titans haven’t even SEEN Nightwing in SOOO long. It’s like he’s avoiding us or something. I still don’t know what THAT is about. As Bruce left, Kara and I had some time to talk and... heh… cuddle a bit. We were pretty much waiting for Bruce to get back so we could depart.

So, the both of talked for a bit. She wanted to know how things were going for me… ya know, my job…Terry. But then JEN somehow popped into our conversation and one could tell Kara was holding a few tensions about her. I think and I have this feeling that she is jealous of Jen. Jealous of all of the time I spend with HER verses the time I should be spending with Kara. I had to tell her that both Jen and I were friends and nothing more. Kara’s my girl, ya know? I wouldn’t do a THING in this world to hurt her. But after we discussed this, she was… not in the best of moods. I figured PMS, right? Heh—BOY was I so wrong.

THEN outta nowhere this guy walks by. I don’t recognize him at first but then I recognize him. It’s this kid JUSTIN we ‘met’ at the Mall of America about a week or so ago. When we were AT the mall last week or... WHATEVER, Justin was… well lets just say he was the ‘typical boy fan’—a Supergirl fan. WHICH, by all means is fine with me, I have MY share of fans, but THAT’S not the point! He kissed her and... let’s just say when I saw that I WAS… a bit jealous. I’m kinda afraid to admit it, but I was.

But anyway, the kid’s got his surfboard in hand along with a duffle bag. I was too busy watching Kara go up to the guy and talking to him that I didn’t notice Garth had come from SOMEwhere and started talking to Bruce. Kara and Justin went off—aww, gwad. “Kara and JUSTIN”!?? Isn’t it supposed to be “Kara and KYLE!??” Arugh. And YES there are fears of me loosing her… especially to someone else, and a YOUNGER guy no less!! Well, he’s younger than me, but still. So he starts getting FRIENDLY with Kara and my ring… I can actually feel the energy that it’s giving off, I ignore it. They disappear into an elevator, leaving me seething in my own agony of watching the two of them go off. I know I SHOULDN’T be upset, and that she’s just being friendly, but—man.

I leave Garth and Bruce and head for the stairs and shoot up. I followed them. To kinda check on things. Once the two of them go out they started heading over by Clark’s apartment. Come to find out Justin’s brother only lives two DOORS from Clark. WHAT are the odds, right? They talk for a bit and I leave, shoot around a second entrance and place my arm around casually, like NOTHING’S wrong. The dude was in the means of asking her out, I only FELT it in my patriotic duty to show that she was already taken. Okay, yeah, I admit THAT thought is a little demeaning and childish, I’m sorry. Well, anyway, Justin kinda GOT the picture and said goodbye to Kara and myself (after Kara introduced us—not like I knew him already, but still.) and walked inside one of the doors.

This is where things start to get ugly. “I’m getting the feeling you’re mad at me.” Kara shuns my arm off of her shoulder and literally EXPLODES. “Yeah Kyle--YEAH, I am! It's okay for YOU to have lady friends, and I'm being unfair when I get a little upset, and here you are LEERING and so OBVIOUSLY jealous! FUCK YOU!”

Yep. That’s what she said. Then she shot off using her super speed. So I’m stuck in the hallway feeling REALLY bad for what I said, and I have NO clue on how to make it better. I punch the wall. Out of frustration. I want to go after her, but I know she won’t even listen to me. I start off., rounded a corner leaving a hole in the wall from the second time I socked it. And THANKS to that little temper tantrum I there, I broke my index finger and left hand. It was officially our FIRST fight.

I left, just flew out of some lady’s window. I started pacing the skyways, just thinking. I KNEW I was an idiot before, but THIS?? This just proved it. Backed it up. I REALLY don’t want to loose her. She’s my only reason for BEING anymore. I guess I’m just so afraid of something happening to her, me loosing her… my sweetheart, my love. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. With Donna things got to a VERY high point, but with Kara it’s a completely different thing. YES, I cared for Donna and YES, I do care for Kara now.

I got myself down to the nearest emergency room and got my hand taken care of. THAT took five hours and a half. They were busy, pushed me aside. Then… I came home, I had to talk to Jen. She’s a girl, I figured I could go to a girl for advice. FIRST she screamed about my hand THEN she got kinda mad after I told her what happened. (Mental note: ALL women think alike. Don’t let anyone else tell you otherwise.) We talked, and she actually gave me some good advice and I took it to heart. Now… I can only wait for Kara to STOP screening my calls over the answering machine and hope that she’ll pick up. I went over there once before and got the door slammed in my face. Yeah, okay. I deserved that. Deserved a lot of other things as well. And I still do.

 

-Kyle