After what seemed like an eternity of consoling Tasha, Ty finally had her calm and collected. Although, with all his hard work, he was given a "Let's just be friends," and a platonic hug. She was just his type, too: Stupid and pretty. It's not like it was a big loss, Ty is, after, a ladies man.
But now, it was a task far greater than any other: Calming Deuce. Said boy was huddling on a cement bench, shivering with fright. Sighing, Ty took a seat, watching his usually cocky friend so terrified broke his heart. He placed a hand on the frightened boy's shoulder, only to be answered by Deuce grasping his shoulders.
"Tyisthereanythingonmyshoulder?" Just from that jumbled sentence alone, Ty knew he would have more trouble calming Deuce than he had Tasha.
"No, no there isn't," running his hands through Deuces jell-spiked hair, cringing whenever his fingers would snag.
"Really,'causeIfeelsomething,there'ssomething,IknowthereisIhatecrawlythings,Irea-" trying to utter one more fast-paced word, Deuce found himself stunned speechless as another warm pair of lips covered his own. His eyes almost exploded out of his head when he felt Ty's tongue swipe across his bottom lip and creep inside his mouth. Deuce was scared to find himself melting into the kiss as his own tongue swirled together with Ty's.
Deuce found himself looking at Ty for answers, moaning as his eyes met Ty's heated gaze. After exploring the Cuban's mouth, Ty released Deuce of his lip lock, laughing as Deuce tried to speak but only nonsense came out. "You feelin' better?" He only nodded and got up from his seat on the bench.
Seeming to have gathered himself, Deuce looked to Ty "I think it's actually pronounced Par-Mi-Zan…"
Glad to have his friend back to normal, Ty laughed "I know." And he ended the conversation with a chaste kiss before they headed back inside.