I know it's short ( Sorry -runs off to work on his H/D fic-

The Seduction – Chapter 2

Tyler

Tyler threw himself down on the ratty couch, throwing his backpack onto the floor. Another day at school; how pointless that had been. He pulled an IPod out of the pocket of his jeans, quickly turning the volume to maximum as his niece ran into the room, yelling gleefully about something. He scowled. He really just wanted to get online, relax, you know, chill. But no, his family had to rampage around, being loud, and give him no peace at all. Oh, well. He reluctantly leaned over, pulling a huge binder out of his bag, and dropping it on the table with a crash. He opened it, and began scribbling.

It was a few boring, monotonous hours before his mother yanked his headphones off his head. "Tyler! I've been trying to get your attention forever," She informed him. "Dinner's ready."

Tyler lay down his pen, stuffing his homework back into his bag. He wouldn't do any more tonight. It didn't really matter, anyway. He sat at the dinner table, mutely pushing his food around with his fork. Suddenly, he was aware of a lull in the conversation. He looked up to find both his parents staring at him.

"What?" he asked, in a harsher voice than he'd intended.

His mother looked away, at her husband. He leaned forward, gesturing at Tyler with his fork. "We're worried about you, son. You don't seem to do anything anymore. You don't hang out with your friends, you aren't doing well in school… we want you to know that if anything is wrong, you can tell us."

Tyler looked at him, face twisting into one of dark amusement involuntarily. He didn't know what to say. He didn't have anything to say.

It wasn't that there was anything wrong. He'd just been feeling… disconnected, lately. As if the world didn't matter, wasn't part of him. That he was alone. He wasn't lonely, he was just isolated.

Maybe that was a lie. Maybe he was lonely. But if he wasn't going to admit that to himself, he certainly wasn't going to admit it to his parents.

He plastered on a smile, looking at his mother. "I'm fine. I've just been distracted lately. I promise I'll do better." He told them.

With a nod from his father, his mother turned, reaching into her purse, and pulled out a piece of yellow paper. She held it out to Tyler. "Son," his father began, "Your mother heard about this club, and we both think it sounds perfect for you. It'll be a great way to make friends, it will be fun, gosh, I'm sure they'll even help you with your homework if you ask!"

His mother nodded, though she still looked worried. "It's just that… we worry about you, you know? There's so much bad in the world… Drugs… sex…gangs… we just don't want you getting pulled into that." She gave him a pleading look.

Tyler sighed. He'd never been able to resist that look. "Okay, mom, I'll check it out after school tomorrow." He promised. Then he looked down at the paper.
"The Sharing," he read allowed. "Kind of a stupid name…"

His father scowled at him. "We expect you to be open minded about this, son."

"I know. I will be. Sorry, sir."