A/N: So here it is. I don't like beating a dead horse, but your reviews keep me alive. U_U Pretty please?

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Jeremy had decided. He was going to kick Tyler in the face. Then he was going to punch him until he broke his nose. That ought to do something for his pretty boy face. Jeremy was tired of trying so hard to be good. Surely this was too much to be expected to put up with. He just had to get off this towel rack and then he was going to kick Tyler's ass. Before he could think of a way to accomplish it Tyler opened the door, he chuckled to himself and pulled the keys out of his pocket. Jeremy glared as much as he could while looking up at Tyler to such an extreme angle.
"Couldn't you have gone back to her room?" Tyler's expression took on a puzzled expression and he staggered, falling into the counter.
"Where's the fun in that?" Jeremy opened his mouth to fire back, but couldn't think of any words to say. Tyler shrugged to himself and unlocked the handcuffs.
"You're letting me out?" Jeremy finally demanded, shock coloring his voice.
"I need a shower and you can't leave the room without me. Might as well."

"Why can't I leave the room without you?"
"You're the slave, remember?"
"So you keep reminding me," Jeremy muttered dryly. Tyler hooked his thumb towards the door after tossing the handcuffs on the counter.
"D'ya mind?"
"Oh of course, just pretend I'm not even here," Jeremy spat. Tyler shrugged again.
"Alright." He pulled his shirt over his head, tossed it on the floor and turned the shower on. Jeremy watched him in complete disbelief until he unbuttoned his jeans, then he finally got up and left the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Back in the main room, he fumed. Tyler had completely thrown him off his plan. Now he was even angrier, specifically because he couldn't do anything about it at the moment.

He tossed himself on the bed before sitting up, pushing himself up against the headboard and crossing his arms tightly. After a moment he began muttering to himself. He was so angry he didn't even bother forming the words completely, leaving them after the first syllable. When Tyler began humming loud enough to be heard over the spray of the shower Jeremy's mumbling increased in speed. Not long after that Tyler started singing. He had to be doing it specifically to piss Jeremy off, he reasoned. There was no way that Tyler was a singing in the shower type of person. After he got over the shock, Jeremy went right back to being angry. Make that furious. This was beyond ridiculous.

Eventually he forced himself to stop mumbling, clenching his lips together. The water shut off and Jeremy decided, the second that door opened he was going to kick Tyler's ass. He really was going to do it. Seriously, he was. He climbed off the bed and paced for a moment. He was trying to think of the best plan of attack when Tyler emerged, steam following him. He had wrapped a towel around his hips and was scratching his ear. Jeremy didn't think any more, he attacked. Launching himself forward, he tackled Tyler onto the bed. Tyler twisted, face surprised only briefly. Jeremy punched until Tyler managed to grab both his wrists and hold him.
"You couldn't have let me put some pants on?" he demanded. Jeremy didn't answer, tugging uselessly on his wrists, practically snarling. "Down boy," he said, releasing a wrist and shoving Jeremy off with a hand to the face.

Jeremy saw red, shooting off the floor and landing on Tyler again. He was pleased with himself when blood spurted from Tyler's nose at last. Tyler sighed, he actually sighed, and took Jeremy's wrists again; rolling so he was on top of him. "Gonna be honest," he said, leaning very close to the younger boy. "Still a bit drunk. Just knock it off, will ya?" Jeremy was torn between spitting in his face and trying to bite him.
"You are so…" he snarled then drifted off. "I can't believe I thought we could ever possibly be friends."
"We can be friends," Tyler insisted leaning even closer. "Just tell me what's going on. It's not like I'm not already in the middle of it. You might as well just help me," he paused, "please?" Again Jeremy was so shocked his anger dissipated. He didn't know what to do.

Too clearly he remembered how he'd felt thumbing through the pages of Elena's diary. He remembered the stark betrayal, the confusion, the pain. Being left out of it hadn't kept him safe; it put him in danger with Vicky. If he had known…perhaps it would have ended differently. He had to wonder if the same held true for Tyler. Maybe if he had known about vampires and their tricks, about Katherine, there could have been a slight chance. Jeremy shook his head slightly. He was thinking too much. He couldn't tell Tyler. It wasn't his place to, whether he liked it or not. And Damon would probably kill him again; Stefan might not even stop him. Jeremy didn't know if he would blame him or not. "Jeremy," Tyler whispered, breath hitting his face, "please?"
"Uh," Jeremy responded, shaking his head slightly. "I-" He panicked. Pushing himself up, he latched his lips onto Tyler's.

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Of all the possible things to happen next, Tyler thought a comet shattering the wall of the boat and landing on his nose would have shocked him more than Jeremy kissing him. His mind literally, totally blanked. He had no idea what to do. He and Jeremy had always been…around each other. But most of the time it had been as enemies. They may have been crawling towards friendship but this, Tyler was sure, was not the next step. Logically or otherwise. He should have pulled away. He should have gotten off the bed and…and what? What was he supposed to do? He wasn't a chick; it wasn't like he could slap Jeremy in the face for kissing him. He'd have to punch him, and then this fight would just keep cycling around and around. Somewhere in his mind, Tyler knew he didn't want that. All the time he was debating in his head Jeremy's lips were still on his.

It was…good. Good in a weird way…he still wasn't thinking so he couldn't describe it. Pulling away a fraction of an inch, he opened his lips and took Jeremy's bottom lip between them. He dropped Jeremy's wrists as his hands fell slack. Suddenly he wanted to know what Jeremy was thinking. He pulled back, trying to take stock of the situation. There was an outline on Jeremy's chest where Tyler had been, water left over from his shower transferring darkly. Jeremy's bottom lip was wet with saliva and he looked at Tyler with eyes half open. Slowly he blinked and then opened them more fully. Thought process slowly resumed. This was wrong. At the very least it was not right. Perhaps it was somewhere in between. Tyler ran a hand over his hair before climbing off Jeremy fully, standing next to the bed. Jeremy didn't move, watching him as if he held a grenade in his hand.

Tyler held up on finger, cocking his head to the side slightly. As if his thoughts would somehow organize themselves that way.
"What," he paused to breathe in through this nose, "just happened?"

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