Pogue/Tyler
Lost
He knew he should have never gone to this stupid party Reid dragged him to. He knew that somehow they'd get seperated and he'd be stuck alone. And he never did well by himself with strangers.. gyrating all around him. And with all that alcohol everywhere. And the drugs. And.. was that guy checking him out? Oh God, he hoped not.
He was just standing there, looking horror-stricken as some guy was holding out pills to him, and some girl was shoving beer in his hand, and there were sweaty bodies touching him everywhere, and he really didn't want to be there.
He felt so lost in this setting, he didn't know what to do. That guy was taking the beer away and shoving the drugs into his hand in its place, urging him, encouraging him, and Tyler was trying to politely decline, but that wasn't working.
His head was spinning from the loud music and the stupid guy kept talking to him and those dancing, swaying, grinding bodies kept brushing against him, and he really didn't want to be here.
The bass kept pumping and that guy kept touching his arm and smiling and God, Tyler wanted to just punch him or run off or something... he just wanted to go be somewhere else, not here.
Reid was nowhere to be found and Tyler was way past regretting coming to this stupid party. He could have been with Pogue, but no, he had to go and be considerate and told Pogue to hang out with Caleb because they hadn't been 'bonding' or whatnot lately and God, he didn't care if he was being selfish, but he was regretting that too.
Being anywhere but here sounded like a good idea to Tyler right now, with Pogue sounded even better, but he would settle for anything but this right now. Even Chemistry. And he hated Chemistry.
And holy crap, this guy was still babbling on. He must have been drunk or high or something because he hadn't noticed Tyler hadn't even been responding to him, that he was so tense under his touch.
Tyler was seriously about to just pop those pills into his mouth to get that guy to shut up; maybe they'd dull his senses a bit and he wouldn't be able to hear that annoying voice as much, but no, no, Tyler knew that was a bad idea and he wouldn't do it.
But it was always an option.
Just when Tyler thought he was going to snap, Tyler felt a warm hand on his stomach, pulling him back into a hard chest and he was about to protest when he heard Pogue's voice.
"Alex, get out man, kid's taken," he chuckled, tossing that annoying kid his pills back before dragging Tyler out to the front porch.
Tyler's head was still spinning from the whole atmosphere and he just held onto Pogue, soaking in his warmth, the safety of him, "You're never allowed to hang out with Caleb ever again," he murmured into Pogue's neck, his arms tight around Pogue's shoulders.
"Gee thanks, Ty," Caleb chuckled from behind him and Tyler looked back to see Caleb leaning against the railing.
"You can have Reid, go away, my turn now," Tyler sent him a playful glare and Caleb just put his hands up in surrender before going back into that hell they call a party, but not before ruffling Tyler's hair.
"I take it you were dragged here?" Pogue chuckled, leading Tyler down the stairs and to the sidewalk.
"Never again," Tyler shook his head, his arms tight around Pogue's waist. "What're you doing here?"
"Saving your ass, duh," Pogue teased and rolled his eyes, his arm around Tyler's shoulders, holding him close. Tyler rolled his eyes at that and stayed quiet, letting Pogue lead them wherever.
Even when their surroundings became odd and unfamiliar, Tyler felt safe and at home, not lost at all, with Pogue there.
By the time they reached the school, Tyler was half asleep and by the time they were in Pogue's room, he was just about sleep walking and when his head hit the pillow, he was out, but when he woke, he was safe and warm and there was no annoying voice bugging him about drugs.
Just Pogue and safety and warmth.
