His name is Tyler. Tyler Durden.
"Hey Tyler." I say. We're sitting outside on the curb, drinking beers. The whole world stares at the blood caked on our faces.
"What?" He takes the last swig of his beer and tosses it into whatever black abyss it happens to fall in. The loud sound of glass crashing reminds me that we're alone. I take a deep breath.
I am Jack's hope.
"We're close right? Like you an me?"
He snorts. "Yeah, I guess."
"You guess?" I feel my mouth curve down slightly. He lies down on the soft earth behind him.
"Lie down with me." He says. How can I say no? So I lie down. He always finds ways to ignore my questions.
We stare up at the black sky. There are no stars tonight.
"Hey Tyler." I say again. "I have to tell you something."
He grins a little. "The sky's so polluted that we can't see the stars? That, my friend, is a result of man kind destroying the world."
"No. Will you let me finish? I l-"
"There's so much mayhem in the world. Guys like us? We're calm. Calm as hin-"
I cut him off with a kiss. "I love you, Tyler."
He smiles his Tyler smile. "You know, there was kinda a sick desperation in your kiss."
I just stare at him. "It's cold. We oughta get inside."
I am Jack's broken heart.
As I get off the dirt, Tyler grabs my hand. "No, wait."
I pull my hand away. "I'm tired of the bullshit, Tyler! I'm done here." I begin to walk towards the house.
"We're not done until I say we're done." He growls. He pulls me into a forceful kiss. How can I say no? So I kiss him.
"We're done." He walks into the house and leaves me outside, all alone with not even the stars to illuminate my way.
He just said we're done.
Fuck.

It's morning again. I'm in bed. I guess he came back for me.
Back to my regular 8 to 5 job. I dress in my white shirt from two days ago even though it has blood on it. 'It's Tyler's blood.' I think to myself, smiling.
When I go into the kitchen, I expect to see Tyler drinking coffee and waiting for me with that Tyler smile of his. Instead, I see a shirtless blonde-MY shirtless blonde pushing a woman out the door. As she leaves, she yells "Atleast the sex was great!"
I am Jack's raging jealousy.
"3 minutes," He says without looking at my face. I have 3 minutes to get to work. I'm late.
"You fucked her. I told you I….and you fuck her."
He grabs a cup that's been sitting on the counter for awhile. He sniffs at it and I briefly wonder if it's the vinegar he used on my hand.
"You're a wreck. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? There's blood on your shirt."
I smile at him as I head out the door.
"It's your blood, Tyler. That's why I'm wearing it."

Tyler doesn't want me. Tyler doesn't need me.
I'll find my own fight club tonight. I don't need Tyler.
So instead of going to fight club, I go on Madison Avenue: home of the Armageddon of the world.
Just kidding. But it does get pretty wild down there. Gangs, dealers, prostitutes, you name it.
The pathetic scum of the world.
"But we are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world." A little voice inside of me reminds.
I am God's unwanted child.
I am Tyler's unwanted lover.
I am Jack's sense of rejection.

The little moans coming from the youth below me bring me back to reality. I keep fazing in and out. I don't even know if I'm awake anymore.

I faze in again. The youth smiles at me. He pecks my cheek and leaves. I'm standing in front of the house.
I don't know when I got to bed.

"Where the fuck where you last night?" spits Tyler angrily.
I must have had a look of bliss on my face because the next thing I knew, his fist connected with my jaw and I was on the floor.
"I need you, man." He says softly.
"I was with someone else." I fade out. I don't remember what happened after that.
When I fade in again, Tyler's fucking Marla.
"OH TYLER!" she yells.
He moans my name.
Tyler loves me.
Tyler needs me.
And I, I need Tyler too.