He took a sip of his beer as he watched her on his bed, laying on her stomach, arguing with Ryan. Again.
"Can you please drop it, Ryan?" She nearly begged, and Tyler knew, even though he couldn't see her face, that her eyes were wet with the teardrops she was trying to hold back.
He got up, leaving the room. He just couldn't sit there watching as he broke her over and over again. He couldn't stand the guy, and it killed him that he was a part of the reason they were fighting. Ryan was nothing but a pool of jealously, and Ashley being as close to Tyler, her onscreen lover, as she was, they were having constant fights about their off-screen relationship.
And Tyler couln't blame him, after all.
The blonde girl was everything someone could possibly want. She was everything he wanted. He'd wanted her from the moment they met on his audition, and the quite large number of women he'd been with hadn't been nothing but a simple distraction of the hilarious, beautiful and king girl that had been on his mind ever since.
This is my first attempt of writing in English. And I would like to apologize in advance for it, because English is actually my… 3rd language? As Portuguese and Spanish are my 1st and 2nd ones, this is pretty much for me to exercise my near-dead-english. Just a Tyshley shortfic that came to my mind on a boring Saturday as I was listening to Jessie J's Domino. Thank you for reading. :)
Ps: Rating is sure going to change for future chapters.