Title; To Anyone But You
Authoress; Chrome Hearts
Style: Chaptered Series
Chapter Fourteen - EnTyson
Fandom; My Candy Love
Main Focus; Alexy x OC
Rating; T+

A/N: Can you guess the chapter title? Say it really fast. En…Tyson. Entyson. Enticing. Yep. I'm lame. xD

Disclaimer; All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended. Nobody bothers to read these things nowadays so that is a disclaimer in itself.

~TABU~

"Alright," Alexy sighed as the two of us walked side by side into the Theatre classroom. "For the last time, Tyson, relax. Amber was just trying to get to you. She was just doing her best to try and provoke you."
I shook my head quickly as I matched my stride with his. "But Alexy," I murmured quietly as we took our seats in the otherwise empty classroom. "She- I-"
Furrowing my brows slightly, I attempted to string my sentence together. "What if she actually tells everyone? What if…" I shuddered quietly at the thought. "What if my dad finds out?"
Reaching out, Alexy entwined my fingers with his, stroking the back of my hand gently with his thumb. "What's wrong with that?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
I inhaled sharply, lifting my gaze to meet my boyfriends.
"There's a reason why my fathe- no. He doesn't deserve to be addressed as that. There's a reason why that man wasn't at dinner. He's a horrible, violent, alcoholic man who is incredibly homophobic."
"I see," Alexy said nodding his head slowly. "So, he was out for the night when I came over?"
I made a face, shaking my head. "No. He hasn't been home for a few years now. Mum kicked him out when she discovered he was hurting me. He-"
Alexy's arms wrapped around my shoulders and he pulled me into his chest – the chair I was sitting on scraped across the concrete floor as he dragged me towards him.
"I won't let him touch you again, Tyson. I promise."
I bit my bottom lip nervously. "It's not that… What if Amber does tell people? What if word gets back to my fat- Him? What will I do then?"
Alexy's grip on me tightened and he rested his chin in the crook of my neck.
"He won't find out," he soothed. "I'll protect you. Alright?"
Looking away, I let out a quiet sigh. "He's fighting for custody over me, Alexy. He's fighting… And winning."
I tilted my head upwards to face him. I felt sick. Everything about that man made me physically ill.
"I don't want to go. I don't want to leave you."
Alexy stared at me in silence for a few moments as the rest of the students milled slowly into the room, chattering loudly to themselves before finally, he managed to talk. It was barely more than a whisper, but the words that left his lips meant the world to me.
"I won't let him take you, Tyson."
And with those words, no matter how simple they were, I felt as though a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.
I trusted every aspect of what he said. Believed in them fully.

~TABU~

For the remainder of the day, I seldom talked. In talking's stead, the most anyone could receive from me was a grunt, nod or vague gesture. Alexy had noticed the drastic change in mood, so, when the final bell rang throughout the school signalling the end of the day he dragged me out of the school yard as quickly as possible. Tilting my head to the side, I shot him an inquisitive look.
The bluenette rolled his eyes.
"You need to have some time out to relax," he said simply. "To just get some things off your chest. Janiel told me about your favourite place. Maybe there you'll want to talk about everything that is bothering you."
I shook my head. The lake? I didn't want to go there. I hadn't actually stopped near it in- I wasn't exactly sure how long. But that place held memories. Feelings. Things I didn't want to rekindle. Things I wanted to keep buried forever.
"Alright," Alexy said slowly, how brows furrowed as he thought. "How about a café?"
A café? That sounded decent enough.
I looked up at him and nodded.
"So you're alright with that?" Alexy asked and again, I nodded.
A small, annoyed groan escaped the bluenette's lips and he stopped walking, grabbing me by the shoulders.
"Cut it out, will you? You can't just stop talking! It's driving me insane! Look, stop moping about – it's not going to do anything for you; you know that, right? If you're scared about your father, that's completely understandable. But you're not doing anything to help yourself if you keep this up."
I sighed looking away.
"Tyson," he said, his voice low. "Do you understand?"
Yes. He was right. Not only did I know it, but he knew it too. I was being ridiculous. Utterly stupid. Childish.
I offered him a one shouldered shrug and a nod.
"Tyson!" Alexy growled angrily. "Talk to me!"
Mumbling something under his breath, he inhaled sharply.
"Fine," he said, "do what you want."
Side-stepping around me, Alexy began to walk off, his strides long. Fast. And after a few moments, he turned the nearest corner, disappearing completely.
Quickly, I readjusted my bag and sprinted after him, slowing down at his side.
As I matched my pace with his, Alexy said nothing – his gaze fixed firmly in front of him.
I reached out quickly, catching his jacket between my fingers.
Slightly surprised by the action, the bluentette stopped, turning slightly to face me.
"Alexy," I breathed quietly as I tilted my head upwards slightly to look at him. "I'm sorry."
The bluenette remained silent for a few moments before the corners of his lips tugged upwards into a small smile.
"I forgive you," he said brushing a few loose strands of hair from my face. "Even if your attitude can be insufferable."
I made a face, sticking my tongue out at him.
Chuckling quietly, Alexy gestured for me to follow him and the two of us walked side by side through the streets of Sweet Amoris until we came across a small, elegant café.
"Just remember Tyson," he said as he held the door open for me. "No matter what the problem is – talk to me about it. I promise I'll help you through it."

~TABU~

A/N: What is this? I don't even…

Yeah. I spent six hours today on a train traveling to and from a friends house. I'm exhausted. And, when I'm exhausted, random, unexpected, and completely farked plots come into mind.
Yep.

Tyson's daddy dearest is based off of a particular bastard that I have the pleasure of knowing.
That is all.

Oh. Also -
Entice; To tempt, to lure, to bait… It doesn't always mean 'to attract' or 'to seduce.' And in this case, it certainly doesn't. No. In this chapter… Alexy is luring Tyson out of the semi-shell he has slipped into.
Makes sense…. To someone who is running off of three hours of sleep, at least.
And now to work on an essay and try not to pass out on my computer in the process.
/so sleepy.

-CH
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