Tyler's confusion deteriorated into carelessness. He didn't care if Steve was scared, nor did he care if Steve was jealous of the fact that Tyler was stronger than the three of them. Steve tried to excommunicate Tyler from the group because he didn't have any powers at the time, and Tyler was rather hurt. Tyler maneuvered his body into an upright stance and looked down as Steve lowered his body towards the concrete ground. Tyler felt his own force holding his body - quite frankly, this feeling was amazing. Tyler was superpowered, and he was on top of the world.

"Where the hell ya goin', Steve?" Tyler cleared his throat, finally looking directly beneath his feet. He couldn't help to think of the fact that he was going to lose control, fall, and break his neck open. Attempting to lower himself, Tyler only became higher. He felt his head compressing onto the ceiling, and he made his hands clench onto it, knowing he didn't have much control of his flight. He didn't want to panic because panicking would only inflict death. But at the moment he felt a large lump in his throat. Tyler peered his eyes down towards the ground, watching Steve head for the door.

"Uh .. Steve, help!" Tyler yelped as his whole body was against the ceiling now. The larger boy looked up at Tyler within seconds. He had no idea what to do either, he rushed over and sighed.

"I'm gonna' try to get you down, alright?!" Steve shouted towards Tyler in a rather concerned tone. Tyler watched as Steve moved both his hands aiming to the direction of Tyler's body, and within seconds, Tyler felt an uncontrollable force dragging him down towards the ground. Within instinct, Tyler's telekinesis started to kick in. Tyler started dragging himself back towards the ceiling, whilst Steve was struggling to drag him downwards. "Stop it, man! I'm trying to help you." Steve blundered using all of his strength, slamming Tyler straight into the ground.

Upon impact of hitting the ground Tyler went unconscious.

Vivid visions of Steve driving with a horrible nosebleed kept occurring. Tyler was unconscious in the back of the truck, but whilst unconscious he still felt the horrible headache. Steve's nose was basically flooding as he swerved to the hospital. Within seconds they were there, and Tyler was on a hospital bed. Tyler's vision completely blacked out once the hospital lights blazed in his weak and barely open, but dazed eyes. Way to spend a nice saturday.

In the midst of his sleep, Tyler heard three voices speaking in panic. He was able to make out his mother's screaming and angst, and Steve's embarrassed but concerned tone. "W-What's with the yelling?" Tyler moaned out, finally fully opening his eyes. The first one to come running was his mother. She immediately placed a hand on his head, and rubbed it.

"You okay, sweetheart?" She bit her lip, sitting on the side of the bed.

"I'm fine. Nothing happened." Tyler pushed his mom's hand away, sighing.

"Aunt 'livia, I told you, he's fine. The football just hit his head," Steve chuckled. "This is why he needs a man in his life, to teach him how to catch a ball."

"Ha-ha, very funny, Steve." Tyler's mom added, looking at the boy in the bed.

Coming back into the room was Steve's mom, she was quite angry, and it was clear her head was someplace else. She shoved her phone into her purse, and looked towards Tyler. "How 'ya doing sweetie?" She sat on the other side of the bed, placing the back of her hand onto Tyler's forehead as if he had a fever.

"I'm fine, Aunt 'Becca. Can everyone stop?" He dusted off her hand, and sat up on the bed.

"I just took some minor damage to the head, it's no biggie," Tyler nodded towards Steve. "I'm lucky Steve even took me in the first place."

Tyler's mom nodded, and so did Steve's.

"The doctor said we can go once you wake up. But you're going straight home. You need rest." Steve's mom blundered, standing up from the bed. She had some sort of business attire on. She was a businesswoman, and she was always away from home. She traveled a lot, and one day, Steve's father came home and caught her and another guy having sex. Steve had enough of it, so Steve usually slept over at Tyler's, but nowadays it seemed like Steve was usually with Andrew and Matt.

"Nah, I'm fi-"

"She's right, Tyler. We're going home." Tyler's mother said, upsettingly. Tyler really had no say against his mother.

Placing his shoes back on, he looked up towards Steve who had an upset frown, and had large smudges of dry blood on his leather coat that he wore to the party that night.

"Alright .. fine. Let's go."