-1Pogue/Tyler - Sorry

NOTE: Yes, people, you got your wish, a second part lol. Enjoy!

"Dude, go after him!" Caleb said as he pushed Pogue towards the door. The younger teen stumbled a bit but caught himself and rushed out after Tyler.

"Tyler!" Pogue called as he jogged after Tyler; the kid was pretty fast, he was already halfway across the parking lot. "Wait up! Ty!"

Tyler sighed and spared a glance back at Pogue but then just shook his head and kept walking. His hands were balled in his pocket, one fist clenched around his keys, as he sped up towards his car.

Pogue was persistent, though, and caught up to Tyler before he got to his parking space. "Tyler, what's wrong?" he asked as he reached out to hold onto Tyler's forearm, successfully keeping him from getting away again.

"How many times do I have to ask you not to fight?" Tyler murmured and turned to look Pogue in the eye.

"Tyler, he kissed you, I'm pretty sure I deserve to be pissed at that."

"You didn't have to fight, Pogue. You know I hate it when you fight."

"It's Aaron," Pogue snorted, "You know I could kick his ass in two seconds flat."

Tyler closed his eyes and sighed, pulling away from Pogue. "That's not the point."

He started to walk away again but Pogue pulled him back. "Then what is?"

"I get scared, okay?" Tyler admitted softly but stayed facing away from Pogue. "I don't care who you're fighting or why or anything… I just don't wanna see you hurt," he murmured softly and looked down at the ground. Each time he thought about Pogue's hot headed tendencies getting the better of him, the memory of Pogue in the hospital after the Chase incident filled his head.

Pogue let out a soft sigh and pulled Tyler to his chest, wrapping his arms around him in a warm embrace. "I'm sorry, baby boy."

"If you weren't such a hothead, you wouldn't have to be sorry," Tyler mumbled and let Pogue pull him in, not really hugging back but not pulling away either. "Do you ever stop and think?"

"You know I don't," Pogue answered with a small smile. "Never have, probably never will. You know that."

Tyler grumbled something and nuzzled his head into Pogue's neck. "You can try… for me?"

Pogue's smile turned into a grin at that; if Tyler was trying to pull that, he knew he was okay. "Maybe… if you up the bargain a bit," he murmured near Tyler's ear in a husky voice. He pressed the smaller boy against the side of the Hummer and smirked down at him. "What are you willing to wager?"

"..stuff," Tyler replied sheepishly and kept his gaze more on Pogue's chest than his eyes; the redness of his cheeks was evident, even with the darkening sky above them.

"Stuff?" Pogue chuckled, "Like what kind of stuff?" He loved teasing Tyler.

"Stop it, you jerk," Tyler glared and hit Pogue's chest lightly.

"Only if you say that you accept my apology."

"That depends."

"On what?"

"..stuff."

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NOTE, part deux: Sorrrrrryyyy!! But I left for vacation (Hawaii!) and I just got back x) I was gunna update before I left but I just couldn't finish this piece. Now I'm gunna work on all the prompts that I have to write. Hopefully my muse won't run away :P