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Jeremy POV

I can't help this overwhelming feeling that's taking control of me. How is it that I feel so vulnerable and subject to Tyler's daunting looks and behavior. A day ago he rarely crossed my mind at all and now i'm here ogling in his bedroom like a child and his shiny new toy. All that I knew was that he was giving me mixed signals and I feel that he's looking for some sort of reaction, and indeed he's managed to do so. Here he is sitting across from me a bit close, and of course I don't mind. I just wish I knew what he was thinking it would make this whole situation a little easier. I pull out my sketchbook and try to hide my sketches to no avail.

"Interesting model choices" he looks amused.

"Yeah, I uh didn't mean to show you those," I rub my hand through my hair nervously.

"Whatever floats your boat Gil," he begins to open his book.

His sketches are pretty great, I never pictured Tyler to be into anything besides football and girls really. It kind of made sense now that I think about it. He was always so reclusive, mysterious even. Okay maybe not mysterious but there was definitely something there. Tyler from what I perceived wasn't really into the social scene outside of school besides him hanging with Matt.

"Nice work, you're very detailed," I glance at him.

"Thanks just choose anything that comes to mind really, and just go with it. Not all of them are great though." He gives me a solemn look.

We both manage to make it to a blank page and begin our work.

Tyler POV

A few minutes have passed and there's this awkward tension and silence that you could slice through. Not wanting to break from the proximity between Jeremy and I. I decide to pause my task, ensuring that I take my work with me so he wouldn't glance at it. I walk over to my desktop and turn on the radio low to provide some sort of atmosphere besides the current one. I take my seat in front of him this time a little closer as if we could be any closer. His leg rests on mine and I get this flushed feeling that sweeps over. I try to brush it off and hope that he hasn't noticed. I peer up and see him glance down at his paper and blush. Hmm.. I'm finishing my work too quickly and decide to slow down some. I can't help but continue to look at him, this is ridiculous i've never felt this attracted to anyone before it's annoying really. And he doesn't seem phased by any of my advances which is questionable. Does he feel the same way? These thoughts continue bothering me. I'm nearly finished with my work, and decide to extend this a bit.

"Admiring your work," I reward him with a smile. I glance up at the time 10:46 pm, fuck, I disregard it.

"Don't flatter yourself," he jokes. "It's hard to work in this lighting, i'm going to raise the dimmer a little.

"Wait hold on, i'll go." he starts to raise.

As we both tried to get up to reach the dimmer, we instead ended up slamming our heads together due to the closeness. Jeremy falls back and I stumble a bit.

"Damn it Gill, huge head," I manage as I rub my forehead.

"Agh nice man," he looks dizzy. I crouch down to him, to see the lump forming on his head.

"You okay?" I reach in to touch it and Jeremy just looks at me. Not pulling back or saying anything he just lets my hand wander. No clue as to why i'm even doing so, my body just guides itself. My thumb just touching the surface of the bruise. He winces and I ignore it. His body incredibly still and my heart racing. No thoughts running through my mind. He exhales and it gives me goosebumps, radio silence, I could no longer hear the radio. My body generating some sort of electricity from within.

Jeremy POV

I stare into Tyler's concentrated, stone face. I can't seem to move, every cell, my consciousness, all willing me to stay in my current state. He's touching me and my heart feels like it wants to rip out of my chest. Without even thinking about it I reach forward and pull his face closer, nose almost touching, his brown eyes now piercing mines. My heart almost completely ready to burst with excitement, my mind completely shut off nothing just our lips barely touching. When out of nowhere a door slams somewhere and a slur of yelling and commotion emanates from downstairs. He quickly backs off and I almost instantly get up in panic mode. I grab my things as quickly as I can and try not to look at him. I manage one last glance at him and he's now sitting on his bed his face set in an unreadable expression. His eyes meet mine and for a second I don't seem to want to go. But between whatever just happened and the drunken slurs downstairs i'm sure leaving is the better choice. I try and say something but I just walk out and head for the side door. Not wanting to face whatever it was that was causing the ruckus. I manage to make it down the street somewhere, a pace that might as well had been a run. It's a gross muggy night out but i'd rather walk home than to call Elena or Jenna, they'd wonder where I've been and why i'm walking out this late. I stop once I don't see his house anymore, sweat beads on my forehead, and my mind in a state of total shock. "What the actual fuck," I grab at my hair and start heading home. A million questions and thoughts plaguing me.

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