Recent content by Tyler Lee

Tyler listened quietly as Blake spoke. He understood a little what he meant, but he also felt a bit frustrated by the way Blake was dismissing everything he had been before as bad. Tyler had liked him back then, and he had liked Tyler. They had been similar. So was Tyler bad too? It was a bit...

Tyler nodded in relief at Fabian's last words and crossed over to him, grabbing his shirt and kiss him him deeply. He knew they'd have to talk about this properly, but they could do that later.

Tyler stared at Fabian, trying to make sense of what he was saying. His heart sank when he said it wasn't real, but then he said he liked him. "I'm... confused." He said, frowning slightly. "You were joking but you also like me?" He asked, wringing his hands. Then he groaned. "F*ck, we're bad at...

Tyler still stepped closer, though he was resisting the urge to just jump Fabian. He didn't want this to just be one of Fabian's conquests, but he wasn't sure how to say that without making himself too vulnerable. "You haven't- but you were also always joking and just talking about sleeping with...

Tyler let out a small laugh, then stepped a bit closer. "What's stopping me is- not knowing how you feel." He said hesitantly. "Besides apparently wanting me to do it again." He added with another laugh. "Merlin- I'm screwing this up, aren't I?"

Tyler didn't miss the glance Fabian gave his wand and he felt a stab of guilt. "Sorry- I'm struggling with how to say this. I'm not mad- just give me a moment." He said, taking a small step back from him. "What I'm trying to say is... that I don't know if I care if I'm straight or- or whatever...

Tyler shook his head, his fists clenching. There was definitely a part of him that wanted to take this easy out Fabian gave him, but that wasn't why he was here. "Shut up." He said, then grimaced a bit. "I mean. Stop talking. Let me talk. You don't know sh*t, actually." He winced a bit again...

Tyler sighed quietly as he watched Fabian. Before he would admit to anything, Tyler knew he had to be open and talk about his feelings first. Ugh. He hated little less. He took a deep breath, shaking his head. "Fabian, we're not pretending nothing happened." He said firmly. "Can you please turn...

Tyler followed Fabian and leaned against the counter. "Well, that doesn't seem smart." He said, commenting on the alcohol. Then he winced. Maybe that was insensitive. He watched Fabian as he said he was living the high life. He didn't think so, and decided to say it. "I hurt you. I didn't mean...

Tyler let out a small laugh at Fabian's words, the tension easing from him a little. Maybe this would be normal. Or as close to normal as it possibly could be. He turned to Fabian as he spoke. "Fabian, tea is a drink." He said dryly. "And I'd like some. Yes." He looked around, taking in the...

Tyler hadn't expected anything about Fabian's appearance. Not his clothes- which were undoubtedly pyjamas of some sort. Not his messy hair, not the bags under his eyes and definitely not the expression on his face. It felt wrong, but also right. Tyler resisted the urge to move closer to him. He...

Tyler had only been to Fabian's apartment once, briefly. It had left an impression on him, so it wasn't that difficult to find the place again. Last time, he had only focused on how much Fabian had that he didn't have, how expensive everything seemed and how much he wished he could decorate his...

Tyler huffed out a slight laugh, even as the realization still made him feel slightly dizzy. "I never said I liked you- so no, I don't have a type." He muttered half-heartedly. "I don't think so, unlike you I don't think he's going to completely flip his personality." He paused, silently adding...

Tyler grabbed the next pillow, raising it to throw when Blake dropped a bomb on him. In his mind, he compared Fabian to Blake, especialy the Blake he had been friends with in school. Instead of throwing the pillow, he lowered it onto his face as realization hit. "F*ck." He said. Blake was right.

Tyler let out a laugh, louder and more relieved than he had expected. He grabbed one of the tiny pillows Lars had probably picked out and tossed it at Blake. "Shut up!" He said, still laughing. "He's the worst, you don't know that I like him." He said, though he was grinning. "Ugh. Maybe I just...