nymphetamineboy

[nymphetamineboy]

Whoever thought this was funny, it's not.

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"Well, yeah." Totally the truth. Reid taught Tyler everything he knew about stuff like that. Especially getting his own way, which was something Reid was big on. "I think half a brain cell would work better than the currently cobweb filled nothingness inside his brain at the moment." 

"Of course you can’t fault them, ‘cause you had teach me the most  of them." He laughed and teased carefully back. "Do you think a half brain cell would really help him? I think it have to be more than a dozen." Tyler chuckled. "But first I have to get my carkeys."

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"Wow, that sounds like it would suck big time. I don't know what I'd do if my mom decided we were moving." He does. He wouldn't go. "Well, I imagine it'll be Tuesday night." 

"To be honest? I wasn’t sure what to expect, the only time i’ve heard of this place was when my mom informed me that we were moving and this is where i’d be going. Guess she wanted to get out of Beacon Hills really bad. Thank you, when will the next party be?"

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"I love you." (feed my Ryler feels ;_;)

    That wasn’t logically possible. Maybe it wasn’t Tyler, or maybe he’d misheard, or maybe he’d taken something without knowing it and was hallucinating, or his was reading too much into it and it was a generic ‘I love you, man’. Either way, it wasn’t real.

     It couldn’t be real, he was totally unloveable. 

     He worked hard to keep it that way.

     He swallowed the lump in his throat, blue-grey eyes trained on his best friend. Best friend. Since they’d been little. They’d always been inseparable. They were Tyler and Reid. Reid and Tyler. Where there was one, there was the other. 

       So why was it so far fetched to think that Tyler”s friendship had bloomed into something more? 

       Because of who he was. 

       He wasn’t the nice guy. He wasn’t the relationship guy. He wasn’t the guy you brought home for dinner to meet your parents. 

       He was loud, noisy, unreliable and totally selfish. 

       And that last bit was the important part.

       He wanted this, so could he be selfish enough to take it? To force Tyler into lowering himself that far? To bring him down with him?

       Maybe that was what Tyler was looking for, Reid didn’t know. It didn’t make sense.

       So he’d make sense of it first.

                                   ”Why?”

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"I love you."

"I hate you."

"You’re dead to me."

"I trust you."

"I’m dying."

"I’m pregnant with your baby."

"I never really loved you."

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now."

Put one of these in my askbox to see how my Muse reacts.

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"We're high schoolers with access to a world of alcohol and money, what were you expecting? I will happily take you to one of these parties."

"Hm, sounds like a bunch of teenager things to me. Well at some point would you mind taking me to one of these parties?"

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"I know what it is."

"Yeah, you know, when you get addicted to something and then all of a sudden you stop and then your body can’t take it."

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"Withdrawal?"

"I’m not suffering from withdrawal, but I’m still not okay."

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"Spending money, mostly and being disgraces to our parents. Lots of dorm parties. There's a bar where everyone hangs out. Beach parties are a thing too."

"What is it everyone thinks about and uh…what is there to do for fun?"

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"I can't fault your methods," he teased, nudging his shoulder against Tyler's playfully. "Alright, let's go make Aaron wish he had half a brain cell in that head of his." 

Tyler smiled at him brightly. “I know but it works all the time.” He chuckled. “Yeah, he never does but his facial expression is a good replacement for that. I bet you got him mad after the first fifteen minutes.”

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"You might have to explain that."

"No, not really. But I’m not not okay in that way"

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"Welcome to Spenser where that's the last thing on everyone's mind." 

"No, just wanted to spend wisely."

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"Well, are you okay?"

"Right, of course. Never mind then…"

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"I don't think I have anything for that."

"Like… something to help make me feel happy again."

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"Oh, are you...scholarship?"

"It wasn’t too bad. Saved money that way."

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The puppy eyes did him in every time. "Jesus, Ty, you don't need to make that face you had me at kick Aaron's ass. Though the jerk off never pays us what he owes us." 

"Come on. Let’s kick Aarons ass in pool." He started to look at Reid with his best puppy eyes. "Please." He doesn’t want to spend another evening with some random chicks and trying desperate to get off of them.