Dear "Guest," I don't know if you'll get this but I wanted to answer your question! In this particular fic, they can be pretty much any age you imagine, to me-because of Kyle's emotions and such-I picture them around 14 of 15 years of age. However, in other days of this challenge they will most likely be 17 to 18 years of age-17 when they're just cuddling, dating, etc. but it moves forward to 18 or even 19 or older when sex becomes involved! Thank you so much for your review, feel free to imagine any age you like! :)

30 Day OTP Writing Challenge
Day One: Holding Hands

Kenny walked behind Kyle into the other's house, peering into the empty living room uneasily. "Aren't they supposed to be home right now?" he found himself whispering into Kyle's ear. The redhead paused in his steps, Kenny following the movement close behind.

He could practically fill the air thicken as he heard the sound of dishes clanging in the kitchen. "Oh…" He saw Kyle nod stiffly and shuffled closer. He hoped his presence helped Kyle in some way or another even as he watched the redhead move forward once more. Kyle hadn't said a word to him since they left school, the air around him thick the entire ride home. Kenny felt he should say something to ease the no-doubt raging emotions the other was experiencing, but he still had yet to summon the courage to do so. What would he even say?

He followed Kyle's slow steps to the kitchen, watching the other hold his messenger bag's strap like a lifeline. His knuckles were white from the strain, Kenny noted absently. Biting his lip, he paused as the other did, looking up at the woman washing dishes. As if she felt the change in the room, she dried her hands on a hand towel. "Bubba, what's wrong?" she asked immediately, bristling with concern. Kenny watched her eyes dart between the two of them questioningly, choosing to leave her gaze on Kenny for a moment. She's probably wondering why I'm here… Maybe she thinks I'm the problem. He wanted to laugh at his own thoughts. In a way, I suppose I am.

"Ma…" Kyle began, voice cracking. That made Sheila bristle even more, her face morphing into the perfect sight of motherly concern. It was the face that assured Kenny that it would end alright. Feeling his heart lighten slightly with the uplifting thought, he found himself looking to Kyle. The other hadn't even bothered to take his eyes from the floor yet, stray hair had fallen from his hat and landed in front of his face. Kenny found himself wanting to do nothing more than brush the curls back behind the other's ear and tilt the chin up to face the no-doubt loving mother in front of them. If only he could see, he wouldn't care… "I…"

Kenny took this as initiative to shift closer, his arm brushing the one holding the bag ever so tightly. He felt the arm shake with nerves. He looked down as Kyle shifted, watching the hands on the bag tremble. His body moved, half-consciously, his arm lifting, hand curling around the other's. It pushed Kyle's off his bag's abused strap and into Kenny's hand. Kyle glanced up at that, head tilting, looking at the blond with wide eyes even as Kenny squeezed Kyle's hand with his own in what he hoped was a reassuring gesture. He half-smiled, tilting his head to Kyle's worried mother.

Biting his own lip, Kyle looked up at his mother as per Kenny's request. Said-boy felt the hand's shaking decrease as the redhead looked into his mother's eyes.

"I'm gay."

Silence. Then-Sheila breathed out heavily, a hand on her chest. "Kyle, you had me so worried!" she said simply, leaning back against the counter behind her.

Kenny saw the other stiffen from the corner of his eye. "Ma, you're not-you're not mad?" he breathed.

Sheila blinked at Kyle. Then-she laughed. "Bubba, why would I be mad at you?"

Kenny beamed at her, feeling exhilarated by the news. He knew she wouldn't care. His eyes darted back to Kyle's face, hand squeezing the other's happily. "Kyle?" he asked in concern when he found the other's head tilted to the floor once more, shoulders shaking.

The redhead picked up his head at that, his free arm letting go of his bag and wiping his eyes. Kenny had seen it though, even as Kyle tried to hide it. Tears of pure relief.

"Thank you." Kyle whispered to the room.

END

Author's Note: Hey guys, can you please tell me whether I should make everyday in this challenge a new fic (because of various genres and ratings) or one story? (And if one story I will post all you need to know about each chapter/challenge in the beginning author's note.)