Author's Note: My first Fan Fic try not to hurt me too bad. I don't think there is another story on here like this, I could be wrong though I haven't read them all. So anyway my first story also I know my punctuation is bad but my story is still readable right?
Tyler lay awake thinking of the one he desired more then any other, the beautiful thin one. The one he desired looked great in a skirt better then he could have ever imagined. The one had thick full lips and smile that melted his heart. He loved the one he needed the one. The one's image floated though his head around and around, the one as beautiful. A true piece of art, something to be admired, hair was gorgeous, body was awesome, the eyes were in a word magnificent. He wished to reach out and touch the one, stroke the one's gorgeous hair and milky skin. He craved for the one to touch him, with their thin hand. He wanted so badly to be near the on at this hour of the morning. Yet it wasn't to be the one was too good for him and they would never be his. Tyler fell asleep, thoughts of the one floating in and out of his head he imagined the one he screamed the name that burned into his mind. He had to yell it, or his mind would never rest.
"Jamie," Tyler screamed in his sleep loud enough to awaken his sleeping mother and stepfather, who rushed into his large room.
"Tyler?" his mother asked in a compassionate voice.
"I'm ok Mom just a bad dream," he explained his scream with a lie.
"All right go back to sleep, you have to be to the station soon," she said stroking his dirty blond hair with a cool hand. Tyler slept and he dreamt more about the one he wanted, needed, Jamie, the rebel.
To be continued…
Tyler lay awake thinking of the one he desired more then any other, the beautiful thin one. The one he desired looked great in a skirt better then he could have ever imagined. The one had thick full lips and smile that melted his heart. He loved the one he needed the one. The one's image floated though his head around and around, the one as beautiful. A true piece of art, something to be admired, hair was gorgeous, body was awesome, the eyes were in a word magnificent. He wished to reach out and touch the one, stroke the one's gorgeous hair and milky skin. He craved for the one to touch him, with their thin hand. He wanted so badly to be near the on at this hour of the morning. Yet it wasn't to be the one was too good for him and they would never be his. Tyler fell asleep, thoughts of the one floating in and out of his head he imagined the one he screamed the name that burned into his mind. He had to yell it, or his mind would never rest.
"Jamie," Tyler screamed in his sleep loud enough to awaken his sleeping mother and stepfather, who rushed into his large room.
"Tyler?" his mother asked in a compassionate voice.
"I'm ok Mom just a bad dream," he explained his scream with a lie.
"All right go back to sleep, you have to be to the station soon," she said stroking his dirty blond hair with a cool hand. Tyler slept and he dreamt more about the one he wanted, needed, Jamie, the rebel.
To be continued…