first you’re pissed at my brother for fighting a guy, then you’re kissing him for it and now you’re going to see if the other guy is okay? How does that make sense to you?

it’s all overrated, my friend. But that girl, — [he took a quick sip.] is very suspicious and I don’t want her hurting my brother

[tyler looked down at their intwined hands confused, but he let it be anyway.] why do people do stupid things?

[tyler was unphased but looked at the girl anyways.] yes?

i did a number on you, but honestly baby who's counting?

you’re right, because I don’t care

I think you can’t get me out of your head now, sweetheart

what the hell are you doing, Dalton? [tyler had walked into the garage and caught Cam stealing a car. His brows were furrowed, confused.]

[tyler scoffed and rolled his eyes as he listened to the girl. She was right, it was clear dance wasn’t going to be his help, but neither was running, he didn’t have any friends for that. he shook his head and leaned back, his eyes locking with hers.] you’re no help

I also do those things, Laura. I can’t control it. There is a fire burning into me and a voice in my head screaming at me to do things [tyler looked over at her for a split second, but turned away, embarrassed and ashamed at his confession.]

of course you can’t

[when Tyler had sat down next to the girl, he did notice her nervous twitching and leg bouncing. He was glad someone was just as nervous as he was, it gave him comfort to know he wasn’t alone. when she spoke, he turned his head towards her, nearly startled when she spoke.] —

— hey— I’m tyler [the brunette spoke softly, eyes darting around to see if he recognized anybody or if anybody recognized him, he hoped not. It was probably clear that he was nervous.]