Requested by; ghxstlyxterrors

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You were laying on Tyson's side of the bed.

It was almost time for him to come home but it was still a week away, and you never felt that time went by more slowly.

You snuggled tightly into his spot, your nose pressed into his pillow so that you could smell his scent.

You missed him so much.

Him being a musician was hard for both of you, but you loved one another enough to push past the distance and time occupations.

Just as you were closing your eyes, your phone rung with a notification.

You picked it up, squinting at the bright light of the screen in the dark room.

It was a text from Tyson.

Tyson: Are you up?

You: Yes.

Tyson: Can you Skype?

You: Do you need to ask?

Tyson: See you in a bit

You set down your phone and grabbed your laptop, turning it on and signing into Skype as fast as you could.

When you signed in, you saw an invite to a group call between Tyson and Nick's wife.

It wouldn't be just you two, which made you slightly upset, but it was alright.

You accepted the call and were almost tear ridden when the smiling face of Tyson showed up on your screen.

He had a white cup with some drink in it and he was smiling brightly.

You then looked at the other screen to see Nick's wife and you smiled and waved.

She waved back and Tyson did, too.

He put his finger up to his mouth and shushed you both.

Then, he moved the camera to face the sleeping Nick on the bed.

It was very dim but when Tyson moved it back to his face, you could still see the color that made his face.

His tan skin, his dark hair, his deep blue eyes, his pink lips.

His perfect teeth.

God damn, you missed him so much.

After sitting there for a while, he looked over at Nick, and then moved the camera back to face his shirtless, sleeping figure.

Tyson was out of frame before he came back with a bottle of lotion, thickly coating Nick's arm with it as carefully and quietly as he could.

After that, he placed tissue over it, and splotted it down a little more so that it was stuck to his arm.

Then he came back, moving the camera so that it was facing him again as he laughed lightly.

You had to cover your mouth to keep from laughing.

He shushed you and Nick's wife once more.

'You're horrible' you typed.

Tyson leant forward and whispered into the microphone, keeping an eye on Nick incase he began to stir.

"So now, when he wakes up," he began. "He'll think something weird happened..."

He paused and looked at Nick.

"And something weird happened..." he continued, "I just don't know what it was."

You paused for a moment, covering your smile.

'What are you drinking?' you typed.

He read it and turned around, grabbing a whiskey bottle from behind him and showing it to the camera before he poured a little more into his cup.

You nodded  and smiled.

'What if he thinks he busted on his shoulder?' Nick's wife typed.

Tyson instantly laughed and said, "Yeah, Nick's gonna be like, 'woah, I just busted all over my shoulder!' " and then he shushed the camera, seeing Nick stir.

When the coast was clear, he laughed again.

'Does it smell like the ocean?" you typed.

"No, it smells like bleach." he responded.

After taking a sip of his whiskey, he hushed the camera again.

Nick's wife typed that she had to go and Tyson began waving at the camera until she had left.

Then, right when he was about to say something, Nick awoke.

"What?" you could hear him ask in the background.

"Nothing..." Tyson responded with a sly smile.

He continued to stare at Nick.

"What?" Nick asked again after Tyson looked in the camera and said "Damn it."

"I shot a shit load of ocean all over your tattoo... and I threw a Kleenex on top of it. The kids saw It too... It was funny..." he said before waving goodbye to the camera.

You were confused and frowned as you waved good bye.

The call ended and almost immediately you got another call invite.

You accepted it, and it was Tyson once again but he looked like he was in the hallway of the hotel.

"Hey." he smiled and spoke lowly, his cup still in hand.

"Hi." you smiled.

He stared at the camera for a few more seconds before responding with, "I miss you."

You let out a sad laugh. "I miss you, too."

He shone a sad smile and looked down.

"I'm on your side of the bed." you whispered.

"You scandal." he joked.

"It smells like you, you jerk." you laughed.

"I know..." he said.

"My clothing drawer is open for you. I'm sure that stuff smells like me, too."

You nodded. "I know." you said.

He stared at you for a little more.

"God, you look so comfortable. I wish I could climb through this screen and get into that bed with you right now." he said.

"I wish the same thing." you replied.

"Are you doing okay there by yourself?" he asked.

You nodded. "I'm good. I assume you're doing just fine with your pranks, haha." you laughed.

He nodded. "It's been fun. This tour has been phenomenal but I really do wish I could be in that bed right now." he said.

You nodded.

"One more week." you said.

"It's so long." he responded.

"I know. Trust me, I know." you replied.

"I'm sorry." He looked down

"No, don't you dare do that." You warned.

"Tyson Jay Ritter don't you ever apologize for doing something that you love."

"Y/N," he sighed, leaning back and staring at the camera with affection.

"How did I get lucky enough to have you?"

"The world may never know." you joked, covering up your blush.

"Well, I'm gonna go get some dinner. Get some rest, alright? and my blue sweater, the really big one, its in the bottom drawer on the right side. Go slip it on." he instructed.

"Will do, Captain." you replied.

He smiled.

"I love you." he said softly.

"I love you, too." you replied before he hung up.

This next week couldn't go by fast enough.