Chapter 2:
A/N: Well, poop. I've been away for ages, I know, I know... Don't kill me... My imagination and motivation died. So, on with the next chapter!
Ty's PoV:
"I have to go back to them." I whimpered, tears streaming down my pale cheeks.
I grabbed onto Adam, holding him close, while he stroked my chocolate coloured hair.
"Back to who?" He asked, still stroking my hair.
I panicked. Oh god, I told him already? I wanted to slip out when no one would be looking! Damn my stupid fat gob!
Furiously wiping the tears away with the back of my hand, I faked a huge grin. Um, excuse, excuse... Ah! An excuse!
"Ha-ha!" I laughed, still smiling. "Gotcha, Adam!"
"What!? Goddamn, Ty! Why you have to be such a good actor!" He whined.
Thank god. Thank god. Thank god.
"I don't take drama for nothing!" I laughed.
Laughing. That horrible fake laugh I'd used too much in this one conversation. How much would I have to laugh with the others? How long could I take this? No, I told myself. No way am I crying again now. This is stupid! I've been awake, what? Five minutes? Ten? Fucking deal with it, Ty. Fucking deal with it.
Adam's PoV:
Goddamn Ty and his dramaticness. He got me there as well! Oh, god. I'd have to start questioning everything he said at this rate! At least one thing was for sure, I sure as hell was glad that he wasn't actually sad! Damn, that would be horrible.
"You want those pancakes then?" I asked him, and his face lit up.
"Two seconds," He answered. "I gotta go do some stoof."
And with that he ran into his room and locked the door. Goddamn Ty with his stupid lock, I thought. He uses it way too much, nowadays. I barely see him! I travelled back through the corridor and down the stairs, thinking up all the "Goddamn Ty's" I could come up with. The list was endless, yet I noted mentally that most of them were positive.
Ty's PoV:
As I began stuffing the few possessions I had in the TC house into a suitcase, I thought to myself "Damn that was a fucking close escape!"
I then studied myself in the mirror. Damn, I was a fucking mess. I grabbed my hairbrush and began furiously brushing my hair, hoping that I would make myself look half good, and pulled out my straighteners. Plugging them in, I stared at my reflection again. Was I vain? Or was I just retarded? I don't know.
No matter how much I stared, I couldn't tell what was bugging me. There was just something... off. Fuck, I thought, as it finally came to me.
"I'm just so fucking ugly!" I screamed.
This comment enraged me even more, mainly because it made reality seem a lot closer than usual, and because it was just so freaking true!
Tears swelled in my eyes for the second time in the morning, and in my moment of anger and sadness, I grabbed the nearest thing to me and threw it at the mirror.