SEX

I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION NOW

PLEASE READ GODDAMNIT

I'm gonna rant about wattpad glitches for a bit. As you know wattpad app is so fucking glitchy. So, my main issue with this that when I click to edit a story I get this white loading screen with an orange line on the top saying "edit story". Okay, I refresh it for a couple hours and maybe, just maybe the damn thing decided to load. okay, now I want to add media. Fine. I add media and then press save. You know what this fucking app does? It says "saving". So I wait and wait and oh guess what? I wait. For five fucking minutes, I WAIT FOR THE CHAPTER TO SAVE. This fucker is still saving. I click out of it, close it. Restart my phone (which s brand fucking new btw) thinking oh maybe it's my phone. BUT NO! When I come back to wattpad app APPARENTLY I HAVE NO FUCKING STORIES PUBLISHED I GET THIS "CRATE A NEW STORY" THINGY IN FRONT OF ME
Oh, why don't I just use my pc? Well, you see the problem is that when I publish the chapter using the pc, the spacing between the paragraphs gets fucked up. I write the chapter on my computer, save and then grab my phone and go to the wattpad app to publish it and fix the gaps between the paragraphs to make it soft and neat like a newborn baby's butt.

So, I've been waiting for TEN MINUTES for my chapter to save. I have fucking excellent internet connection

I'M TIRED.

This chapter has been published using pc which means the spacing is gonna be FUCKED. ABSOLUTELY WRECKED WITHOUT LUBE IN THE ASS AND LEFT THERE WITHOUT ANY AFTERCARE

Enjoy the chapter. ♡

Tyler stood in front of the mirror holding a bundle of his wrinkly clothes. A pathetic gloomy looking boy with under-eye circles darker than Satan's heart looked back at him. Tyler ran his hand through his damp hair, it felt good to be clean finally after two weeks of avoiding the shower like it was the devil. The boy sighed, he had no will and absolutely no energy to go out. He debated the option of staying in home rolled up in his dirtied bedsheets like the good ol' days which was yesterday. Tyler let out a deep sigh, he didn't know what Josh had planned but the man told him to dress nicely.

"Define nicely." Tyler murmured under his nose as he dropped his clothes on the floor

He scanned the pile of various fabrics on the floor and decided to put on a basic grey t-shirt with skinny acid washed jeans. Tyler stared at his reflection for a while. He was pleased with it, it's not like he cared anyway. He decided to go with it after trying a couple more outfits. Tyler glanced at his phone, Josh told him that since his car broke down one of his friends is gonna pick Tyler up. Tyler wasn't a fan of this arrangement but had no choice, Josh was so persistent, a little bit too pushy even.

Tyler didn't even know what Josh's friend looked like.

"Am I just supposed to magically guess witch dude with a car is his friend?" Tyler murmured under his nose and suddenly felt tears streaming down his face all of the sudden

Tyler let out a choked sob and collapsed on the bed near his floor. He buried his face in the sheets while his weak fingers gripped the fabric around him. It hurt.It hurt everywhere. Tyler thought that it was just another one of his episodes but this time it felt different. He finally understood how real everything was. Josh had friends, Josh had a girlfriend, Josh had a family. Why would he need Tyler? He was only going to ruin everything again. The boy wanted Josh to just go away and stop being so sweet and friendly. Just a week ago he was crying into his chest and snuggling up against him and now he wanted to hang out with his new "bro". Josh didn't say the word bro but it felt like he was using it. the playful punches on the shoulder and weak nudges, the smirking and the winking. Tyler had enough, he didn't want to be friends with Josh, he tried to be as rude and indifferent as possible but Josh stuck to him like sand on surfers ass and the harder Tyler tried shaking the man off, the stronger was his grip. He was like a magnet, an annoying, incredibly handsome magnet...

Tyler thought that he was a total prick Josh wouldn't want to hang out but his plan didn't work. Tyler tried reverse psychology. The boy started being an annoying clingy brat but that didn't work out either. It's like Josh knew what Tyler had planned. The boy was paranoid. He started thinking that Josh wasn't actually alive and his brain glued the man's face on another random person's face. Tyler came up with all sorts of crazy theories that didn't make sense at all. What else could Tyler do? He was desperate for answers but didn't know who he could see for answers.

As Tyler was crying on the floor, a black car pulled up to his driveway but the boy, of course, didn't see it because as it was said, he was still crying on the floor. Tyler lifted his head up just when he felt his phone vibrate. It was a message from Josh telling him to hurry up because his friend was at his house. Tyler stood up and wiped his face to remove any traces of his tears. he wasn't going to cry in front of a stranger. Luckily, no one was home to question where Tyler was off to. The boy hurried down the stairs and opened the front door.

Tyler's eyes met with the stranger's. The man had dark brown hair, slicked neatly with hair gel. He was giving Tyler off Italian gangster vibes with a pinch of 60's rock 'n' roll. Or was it 70's? Tyler wasn't good with the timelines but the guy in front of him looked like he was from an old fashion magazine. Tyler thought that it was handy having a facial bone structure like that. If the man ever struggled with a can he could just use his sharp jawline to slice the shit out of that damn can and get it open in no time. The man flicked ash off his cigarette and let out smoke out of his lungs through his nose. he looked at Tyler from head to toe as if he was judging his appearance. Tyler squirmed uncomfortably. The man narrowed his dark eyes and lightly shook his head as his gaze met Tyler's shirt.

"Are you seriously going to wear this?" the man spoke with an interesting British accent that made him sound kinda drunk

"I mean..." Tyler looked down at his feet and looked back up "What's wrong with my outfit?"

The dark haired male clicked his tongue and crushed the cigarette with the heel of his shoe. He grabbed Tyler's arm and dragged the boy back inside. Tyler had no time to react.

"Where's your room?" The man asked

Tyler pointed upstairs and immediately got shoved forward. Tyler wanted to resist or at least say something in his defence. The man entered Tyler's dark room and immediately went for the curtains. Tyler squinted at the bright light.

"Alright." the man stood in front of Tyler's room looking at the pile of clothes in front of him "When a person is told to dress nice, he's supposed to do so. Shirt off. Now."

"But-" Tyler protested

"Now." the man said in a stern voice

Tyler frowned but did as he was told so. The man stared at his jeans and furrowed his brows.

"Those jeans gotta go too."

"Who are you to-"

"Shhh." The man hissed and threw a pair of black skinny jeans Tyler's way

The dark haired man pranced around the boy's room picking up articles of clothing and throwing them on the floor. Finally, he handed Tyler a plain white button-up shirt and a skinny black tie. The boy struggled with the knot so the man helped him tie it. Tyler was told to roll up the sleeves a bit. Finally, the dark-haired stranger forcefully turned Tyler around and made him look into the mirror.

"Now." the man placed his hand on Tyler's shoulders and leaned up to his ear "Would you fuck you?"

"What?" Tyler babbled

"When dressing up you gotta look into the mirror and decide if you'd fuck the person. If the answer is no, start over. So, Tyler. Would you fuck you?"

"I..." Tyler bit his lip "I mean... I guess but I don't un-"

Great." the man patted Tyler's back "I'm Alex by the way and you're welcome. Don't fuck up, big guy."

"I don't understand." Tyler murmured

The boy squeaked when he felt something being sprayed o his neck. Alex stood grinning holding Tyler's perfume bottle that he only used when he had to go to family meetings or when someone died. Tyler closed his eyes and scrunched up his nose when Alex sprayed the perfume a few more times and then fanned the air around him.

"Awesome, let's go, Uncle Fester." Alex let out a soft chuckle

"I don't look like-" Tyler frowned and then remembered his dark circles "Okay maybe a little bit."

Tyler climbed into Alex's car and the man started driving. Tyler sat quietly, with his little dainty hands on his lap. Alex kept glancing at him and grinning, he had a devilish spark in them. Finally, Tyler decided to ask what was so funny.

"Why are you smiling like that?"

"I would be smiling too if I went on a date with a hot dude."

"It's..." Tyler glanced out the window to hide his blushing face "It's not a date."

"Mhm." Alex hummed "Sure, buddy. "

"It's not a date." Tyler repeated "And also, Jo-William has a girlfriend."

"They haven't even fucked, hell, they haven't even kissed yet." Alex laughed "She's like a leech, I don't know where she came from but Will is too polite to tell her to go away. Don't worry, you're gonna get laid if that's what you're worried about. "

Tyler's cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. He didn't say anything else during the car ride. The radio filled the silence with smooth tunes.

Alex was so plainspoken, he managed to spark hope in Tyler's broken heart.