Disclaimer: I don't anyone but Tyler and his dad. ALLL HAIL WHO EVA PLAYS
JESSE (currently I forget) but whoever it is-he's hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OK,
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Jesse watched Tyler (who sat in the back seat) through the mirror. Jesse felt a little cold although the seat had quickly warmed to his bare back; Mia had stolen his shirt so she could rip it to give Tyler another rag to put on his mouth too. My God I hope he doesn't need stitches. The last time some one needed stitches- who was it, Vince? Mia just grabbed some black thread. Ewww, that was a disgusting sight. Almost as bad as him getting them ripped off. That was just funny. Jesse started when they pulled up in front of the house. Mia practically flew from her seat to help Tyler, her dark hair swishing. Jesse walked next to the youth, wanting to help him but not sure how when suddenly Tyler stopped short.
"Look people," he said, "I appreciate the concern but I'm not a fucking invalid. I can walk fine."
"Oh," said Mia. "Sorry. Look, Jesse, lets bring him around the back to the kitchen. If he drips blood it's easy to wipe from the tile." Jesse nodded. The three entered the shining white kitchen where Tyler was led to a wooden straight-backed chair. Jesse got his first good look at the youth under the fluorescent lights. He had shaggy dark blond hair with the bangs hanging messily in his icy blue gray eye. The eyes caught Jesse's until Mia put hot water on the cut under his eye.
"Ow!" he said quietly
"Sorry, but on the up side of things its stopped bleeding," said Mia.
"Do you have-" started Tyler but was interrupted when Dom marched in.
"Where the fuck have you guys been? Jesse do you ave any idea how worried we were? And Mia?"
"I may have been the cause of that," said Tyler softly, but Dom and now Vince and Letty turned to the youth. Mia kept her hand on Tyler's shoulder as Jesse said, "This is Tyler."
Jesse watched Tyler (who sat in the back seat) through the mirror. Jesse felt a little cold although the seat had quickly warmed to his bare back; Mia had stolen his shirt so she could rip it to give Tyler another rag to put on his mouth too. My God I hope he doesn't need stitches. The last time some one needed stitches- who was it, Vince? Mia just grabbed some black thread. Ewww, that was a disgusting sight. Almost as bad as him getting them ripped off. That was just funny. Jesse started when they pulled up in front of the house. Mia practically flew from her seat to help Tyler, her dark hair swishing. Jesse walked next to the youth, wanting to help him but not sure how when suddenly Tyler stopped short.
"Look people," he said, "I appreciate the concern but I'm not a fucking invalid. I can walk fine."
"Oh," said Mia. "Sorry. Look, Jesse, lets bring him around the back to the kitchen. If he drips blood it's easy to wipe from the tile." Jesse nodded. The three entered the shining white kitchen where Tyler was led to a wooden straight-backed chair. Jesse got his first good look at the youth under the fluorescent lights. He had shaggy dark blond hair with the bangs hanging messily in his icy blue gray eye. The eyes caught Jesse's until Mia put hot water on the cut under his eye.
"Ow!" he said quietly
"Sorry, but on the up side of things its stopped bleeding," said Mia.
"Do you have-" started Tyler but was interrupted when Dom marched in.
"Where the fuck have you guys been? Jesse do you ave any idea how worried we were? And Mia?"
"I may have been the cause of that," said Tyler softly, but Dom and now Vince and Letty turned to the youth. Mia kept her hand on Tyler's shoulder as Jesse said, "This is Tyler."