Leaving

Kip doesn't even know how to respond. He hadn't planned on Whitney showing up, or kissing her, or having anyone see them for that matter. It had just... happened. It seemed he'd never been able to say no to her, and today was proof of that. But how lame did that sound? "Oh, well, I didn't want to kiss her, I just couldn't help myself." Yeah, that would be great.

The knot in his stomach seems to tighten, the more he realizes that he'd apparently hurt Karla's feelings. They'd gotten close lately... closer as friends and... he had kissed her the other day. It had been on impulse and it hadn't been anything grand but... but he couldn't deny that his feelings for Karla seemed to be growing beyond just friends. So why then had he just hauled off and kissed Whitney back? It was also obvious that Karla was questioning the same thing.

"Karla wait... please?" He doesn't let her inside just yet, starting to reach for her, but stopping himself, unsure if she would want him touching her or not. The lemonade wasn't important. Straightening this out was, even if he had no clue what to say.

"I'm... I'm sorry." It was a lame apology, but he didn't know what else to do. "There's nothing... really... between Whitney and me. She's just... well, she's..." What was she anyway? Kip could recall several things Erik had called her. "She's the reason Erik was leery about me bringing you here," he admits. "And... and I have trouble... telling her no."

Kip cringes. He was on a stupid roll, that was for sure. No matter what he said, it was all coming out wrong and he felt like a total idiot all the way around. "Can we just... I mean... I... I..."

Sighing in frustration, by now his face was beet red. "I've never sounded so stupid in my entire life." Looking Karla in the eye, his gaze is one of apology. "I'm leaving everything behind tomorrow... including Whitney. I... I don't want to leave you behind too. Please don't let this change anything between us. I'm sorry."