First, before we start: I would like to thank everyone who has made it this far. I said in one chapter that I would acknowledge you and this is your chance. I would like at least four or five of you to review and tell me what pairings you would like to see in the coming chapters. This is going to be a big part of the rest of the story. And if you don't, then, well, you get what I write. And you'll all have to suck it up and keep reading or stop reading. So without further ado. Have a good morning, afternoon, evening or other.
Enjoy, Chaos xoxo
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The morning sun peered in through the thin curtain covering the window in the kitchen. The man who sat at the table sighed and stared into the half-full coffee mug that rested between his hands. Pulling it to his mouth and letting the dark fluid slide down his throat. He put the now empty mug down and let his head rest on his palm. He thought back to the day's previous events, of Mitch's and Ty's mysterious and peculiar behavior. Secretive and covert. His arms folded and he rested he head in the middle of his arms. Closing his eyes as he listened to the quiet chirping from outside the house. He sighed again, tired but unable to sleep. He knew for a fact that he didn't have insomnia, but it sure felt like he did. Opening his eyes again, he looked up to see another man standing opposite to him.
"What do you want?", he questioned the other.
"You should really take better care of yourself", the taller chided as he walked to the coffee pot.
The man at the table chuckled darkly.
"What? Like you do?", he asked, sarcasm lacing his words.
The other frowned at this.
"You're a hypocrite", the shorter mumbled.
"At least, I can get a full night's sleep", the taller murmured as he sat beside the other.
The shorter grunted and put his arms over his head as the other man chuckled, amused at the smaller man's actions.
"But, seriously Tyler", the other said.
He sighed as the other stood and took his coffee mug to the sink.
"I know what you're saying, Jason. It's just that, well, with what's been going on I feel kind of useless. I can't help Ty like you, or Mitch, or Sky", Tyler said, tears falling slowly from his eyes.
"We're just not that close. And everyone seems to be able to do something but me", Tyler cried as he stood at the sink, head bent over and large droplets falling into the water.
The other, sensing the rising distress in Tyler, quickly stood and walked over to hug him. He wrapped his arms around Tyler's shoulders and let him cry harder. Tyler turned around and grabbed the others shirt, gripping it as he cried, the shirt muffling his sobs.
Tyler looked up at the other man with pleading eyes.
"Why? Why can't I help Ty like you Jason?", Tyler said, hiccupping through the question.
"Why do I have to be so useless?", he murmured looking down.
Tyler felt Jason's arms wrap tighter around him. He looked up and pushed the hair that hid Jason's face out of the way. Jason looked back at him, anger and sadness swirling in his eyes, tears racing down his cheeks. He pulled Tyler closer and buried his head in Tyler's shoulder.
"Don't you ever, ever! Say that you're useless Tyler", he whispered threateningly.
"You may not be able to help Ty right now, but you can still help him", Jason said, voice somewhat muffled by Tyler's shirt.
"You and he have become great friends. And I know that he would do anything to help you, just like you'd do anything to help him."
Jason gasped for air, his throat closing over from the crying.
"Don't you ever call yourself useless. Because you're just so damn useful."
Tyler had to close his eyes, the tears coming out hot and painful. Running in stinging rivers down his pink cheeks.
"Thank you Jason", Tyler whimpered as he wrapped his arms around Jason's back.
"You're welcome. And Tyler", Jason said as his arms moved down to lower of Tyler's back, pulling him even closer.
"Don't you dare think I didn't mean one word of that because I meant everything I said."
Jerome stood in the doorway smiling. He wiped a lone tear away from his cheek. Turning to the stairs he looked up at Mitch's door.
"Don't worry buddy. We're all going to be fine", he whispered, as he turned back to the crying pair.