You're mine
Warning: Diving straaaaaaaight into the point. Based off a friend I have irl. Don't read if you're T R I G G E R E D by friends. Or if you're triggered by any other human being. That might not be a good idea.
Also warning: not edited. I wanted to publish this asap because it's pretty late here and I wanna watch...something. Idk, I never know what to watch and then I spend 3 hours watching memes and an hour on Wikipedia and wikihow for some reason. Did you know there's a wikihow "how to be emo" and "how to accept Adam Lambert is gay"?
Idea by FramedKitty
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Ethan leaned forward, his hands resting on the edge of the sink. He watched his blue hair drip water down his face, making it look like he was crying. But, boy, he wasn't sad. The complete opposite. He smirked, his blue eyes turning dark in an evil way. "Tyler Scheid...You're mine now."
Tyler walked towards him. Tyler was like the strong, half-popular boy. He was good looking and athletic, catching the eyes of many girls – and boys. "Ethan." His low voice was calm and serious but with an undertone of tension. "I-I've really liked you for a while now. Would you maybe want to go on a date sometime?" Ethan was surprised by the bluntness. Then his surprised expression changed into a soft smile with a barely visible dangerous tint to it. "Sorry...I-I'm not really interested. Maybe I'll change my mind."
For some reason his heart felt weird when he saw Tyler's sad face. The taller boy bit his lip and then smiled. "I hope you do," he said, but didn't push him. He waved and turned around, but Ethan noticed his shoulders slacked and his whole form screamed sadness. Ethan felt bad for a moment but quickly pushed these feelings away.
He woke up from his flashback. He quickly ran his hands through his hair and dried it. He dressed up in his pyjamas and went to bed, thinking of all the possibilities he could make Tyler do. With a smirk he fell asleep.
Tyler on the other hand sat awake. He was still reading a book, as he did always late in the evening. But today he couldn't concentrate. His crush, Ethan was running through his mind. His blue hair, his hazel eyes, his pink lips. The way he threw his head back a little when he laughed, how he always pulled up his feet when he sat down. His kind and helpful personality, his funny humour. He smiled at the thought of the boy. He really liked him.
The next day he dressed up more nicely than usual. He would show Ethan what he missed out on. He drove to school on his motor as always. He walked in as always. There was only one thing different from usual. A blue haired boy ran towards him and tapped his shoulder. "Tyler? Uh..." he looked down and played with his fingers in a cute way. "Could you, uh, give me a ride home?" Tyler smiled politely back. "Of course. I'll be waiting for you outside." Ethan smiled widely. "Thank you!"
I wonder how much I can make him do.
"Hey, thanks for doing this!" Ethan smiled while looking up to Tyler, as cute as possible. Tyler looked away flustered, scratching his neck. "Y-yeah, no problem..." He handed Ethan a helmet. "Wear this and get up after I sat down. Hold on tight," he instructed. Ethan wrapped his arms around Tyler's waist, burying his face in his leather jacket. Tyler was glad his blushing face wasn't visible because of the helmet.
Not much later they arrived at Ethan's house. Tyler removed his helmet and took off Ethan's. "Thanks for the ride, Ty." He stood on his tiptoes and pressed his lips to Tyler's cheek. "See you tomorrow!" He yelled, entering his home. Tyler was left behind, staring at the place Ethan disappeared, softly placing his hand on the place where Ethan's lips were a moment before.
So he doesn't mind to spend time on me.
This went on for about a week. "Tyler? Tyler?" Ethan ran up to him, smiling just as brightly as the previous time. "Do you want to get some food after school?" Tyler flushed crimson. A-as a d-date? He tried to respond calmly. "Yeah, seems like fun." Ethan smiled and darted off.
As soon as his back was turned to Tyler a smirk appeared on his face. This is going to be fun.
"Hmmm...I'll take a hotdog with mayo. What about you?" "A sandwich," Tyler said with a small smile. They were after school in the city to buy food. Ethan put his hand in his pocket. "Oh no," he said panicky, searching all his pockets. "I forgot my wallet...sorry, I can't buy anything," he said, biting his lip. "Oh no, it's fine, I can pay," Tyler reassured him. "I have enough money for both of us," he smiled.
So he doesn't mind spending money on me.
"Shit, it started to rain," Tyler mumbled. They spend a little longer than planned, Tyler was a pretty fun guy. Rain was falling from the sky and it was freezing cold. In the distance they could hear thunder rumble. "My house is close. You can stay there until the rain stops," Tyler proposed. Ethan nodded, his blue hair sticking to his forehead. Tyler chuckled. "What?" Ethan asked. "Nothing. Just funny how this started off so fun and now you might get sick," he answered, pointing at Ethan's short sleeves.
Tyler sighed and handed Ethan his jacket. "You should wear it." "B-but..." "No buts. You're cold, I'm not." He walked behind the boy and laid it down on Ethan's shoulders. "Let's go home as quickly as possible," he said with a small smile. He pushed the boy gently forward, quickly rubbing his arms to hide the Goosebumps.
"We really had bad luck," he laughed. He picked up a towel and started drying Ethan's blue hair. He softly rubbed his hair with the towel, making sure to dry every spot. Wouldn't want Ethan to catch a cold. Ethan sneezed. "Ethan, go take a shower. I'll wait downstairs with some hot chocolate or tea. Which do you prefer?" He sneezed again. "Chocolate please." Tyler smiled. "Sure thing. Now go take a shower. You can borrow some of my clothes afterwards, I'll make sure they lay before the bathroom door before you're done." He smiled again and ruffled his hair. Then he turned to the kitchen and started making chocolate.
Ethan walked up the stairs, sniffing. He opened the bathroom and quickly undressed. After being in the cold rain, the hot water on his face was the best thing ever. He stroke his hair back. Tyler... why would you go through such lengths to please someone?
He smiled as he opened the door, a towel around his waist, and saw a pile of tidy folded clothes. There were what looked like the smallest collection of clothes a giant like Tyler would have, but still a few sizes too big. He laughed a little shyly at the thought of him wearing Tyler's clothes. Friends shared clothes, why did it make him feel weird?
He dressed up, the shirt fell of his shoulder and the pants hung lower than his hips. Luckily the shirt was very long so it covered it all, it was almost a dress for him. Tyler had laid fluffy socks which did fit and were actually quite comfortable. "Uhm, thanks for the clothes," he stuttered. Tyler ripped his gaze away from the television and smiled, turning back to the television quickly. This surprised Ethan. If he likes me, why doesn't he like me in the so-called "boyfriend clothes"? isn't he happy to see me? ...He probably doesn't like me anymore. That makes sense. I've treated him so badly, I've made him to a slave of mine. And because he's so nice and kind...and amazing...and friendly...he did all of that. I'm a horrible person.
It was late in the evening and the weather was still crazy. "If you want, you can stay here for the night. I still have a spare room, so we don't have to go through the trouble of who gets the couch." Ethan smiled. "Thank you. I hope I'm not a bother. " "Oh no, not at all. It's nice to have someone here, it gets a little lonely after a while." "Where are your parents?" Tyler's smile faded. "I didn't tell you? Oh. They..." He bit his lip. "They died a few months ago. You remember when I was so much away from school?" Ethan remembered. Now that he thought about it, Tyler had been playing on his mind so much. He got so worried after a while he asked where Tyler was by the teachers. They all said he was sick.
"Yeah, that's why I was gone so much. Sorry, I got a little depressed just now." He sighed. "You want to watch some television?" he asked, pointing at the screen. Ethan nodded, feeling sorry for Tyler. Why do the nice people suffer the most?
He noticed Tyler's hand on his waist. It felt nice, actually It was warm and just gave the feeling of safeness and care. Everything about Tyler. He was that one overprotective friend you have, who does everything to make sure you're alright. He smiled and shuffled closer to his taller friend. Now that he doesn't like me anymore...maybe we could do this more...without it being weird... As soon as he thought again that Tyler didn't like him anymore, he got a little sad. He didn't want to, but he did.
Even though he promised himself this wouldn't happen, he had without a doubt fallen for Tyler.
He could see his sight become blurry and his eyelids become heavy. He always thought it was rude to fall asleep on someone's couch, but he couldn't help himself. The pure peace Tyler gave off, the pure calmness. He felt safe around Tyler, and another nice feeling. He liked him so much – to be this close to the person he liked was like pure bliss. He didn't want to fall asleep, because he didn't want to miss any moment of it. But he couldn't help himself.
"Mom, dad! Look, I got a 100 on my test!" Ethan proudly held up his paper. His mother shot it a short glare. "Nice, I'll look at it later."
Later never came.
"Hey Ethan! Where are your parents?" A group of children circled around him. "Your parents never show up, do they? Do they even give you attention?" one of the boys pushed his chest and small Ethan fell to the ground. Tears started to form in his eyes. "Do they even pay attention to you? Do they hug you?" Ethan didn't remember the last time he got a hug or even was touched by his parents. He bit his lip to hold in tears and sobs. "I bet they don't even love you!"
Ethan bowed his head. "Probably not..."
Ethan woke up but didn't immediately show it. He laid on Tyler's couch, said person sitting next to him. He could feel Tyler's grey-blue eyes resting on his curled up body. His big hands gently ruffled Ethan's blue hair, trying to calm him down. And it worked. He felt Tyler's fingers play with his hair and it felt like he was in a peace zone, in a sweet dream. He smiled and closed his eyes, falling asleep to Tyler's touch.
In the middle of the night he woke up again. Tyler was still awake, he seemed to be reading a book on his phone. His right hand was still playing with Ethan's hair, caressing his head, cheek and neck. It felt so good. But that was the drop. He had to tell him. This couldn't continue – Tyler was driving him crazy. To be so borderline friend-boyfriend was too much for the blue haired boy.
But...he had to tell him too about how he used him. For his own benefit. He could feel tears well up – he, the asshole, had used the nicest, kindest, friendliest, generous and most caring person for his own benefit. Tyler seemed to notice the change in Ethan and turned on the lights. "Are you alright?"
"T-Tyler," Ethan sniffed into the chest of the older man. Tyler wrapped his muscular arms around his, pulling him closer. "Shhh," he shushed, closing his eyes and resting his chin on the blue haired head. "I-I..." "Sh, you don't have to talk. We'll talk when you've calmed down, ok?" He hummed softly, not even a melody. Just so it wouldn't be complete silence – and it seemed to work. Ethan sniffed a few times and pulled away, looking at him with a tearstained face. Tyler softly removed the tearstains with his sleeve, careful not to hurt him.
"You alright?" he asked the younger boy. "You don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable with it..." "N-no," Ethan quickly said, shaking his head. "I want – no, need to tell. Promise you'll listen?" Tyler smiled softly. "Promise." "W-well...Because you...l-liked me, I thought... I could m-make you do things...l-like pay for f-food...bring me h-home..." He quickly wiped his eyes which started to tear up again. "B-but then...I-I started to l-like you too...but n-now you probably hate me..." Suddenly he was in Tyler's arms again.
"Ethan, I would never hate you. I did those things indeed because I like you, I still do, and I would have done. If anything, I'm glad I got to spend more time with you." He softly kissed Ethan's forehead. "What would you get out of me anyway? As I said, I'm glad you're here right now. And I'm glad all this happened." He pulled away and looked Ethan deeply in the eyes. "I got you to confess to me." He laughed quietely. Ethan smiled too and leaned forward. "I-is this ok?" Tyler asked softly. Ethan smiled and connected their lips, surprising Tyler.
Tyler smiled and Ethan laid down, his head on Tyler's lap. "You know, next time something's up just tell me ok?" Ethan hummed in response. "I will." "So, how about going out for dinner next time?" "Absolutely. But this time, I'll pay."
A/N: Did you notice I changed Tyler's eye colour? Goddamnit, when you're colourblind and want to write a fanfic. Well, I can't recognize colours. Which sucks. Is it grey? Is it blue? I don't fucking know.
Should I do like a question of the day on my new book? Or like the best comment. I wanna do something cooool D:
Updates on apparently fucking "Alex'" life
Soo Friday I was still sick. Fever, stomach and head ache, everything, but I still went to school. I got fucking forbidden by the teacher to go to school. Yes, I got banned from school. She said I went too much to school when I'm tired or sick and she said "if you're feeling tired, don't come to school. Sleep. You may not go to school when you're sick or tired." I told her I have a sleep problem, I can't sleep and have reoccurring nightmares. Previous night I had the first nice dream in...a year? I can't remember. Anyway, she said that if I was tired I should stay home. Wat. Best teacher of the year.
Talking about how badly I sleep, I told my teacher in my first year at this school I had sleep problems. My med's don't work for me and all. Then, he was my math teacher, I fell asleep in his class. He fucking let me sleep! The bell woke me up and the whole class was looking at me.
And then the best thing that happened Friday: I should've been picked up by my parents after I gave them a call, but my phone was dead. So I asked my friend (the one I based this story off) if I could borrow his phone. "To call?" he asked. "No, to play a fucking game. Of course I need to make a call – school is finished." "Oh, sorry, I don't have any calling money." "Oh." "Oh." So he offered to walk me to the reception, to make a call there. Then he suddenly realized I have social anxiety – I CAN ABSOLUTELY NOT MEET NEW PEOPLE AND ASK IMMEDIATELY FOR A FEVOR. So he offered then to drive me home. HE LIVES ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CITY!!! He had to drive from the middle of the city, where the school is, to the south end, where I live, to the north end where he lives. Well shit he is too nice.
That's it folks
Thanks for reading as always – love ya.