Ten | I Melt With You

Background color
Font
Font size
Line height

Ten
__________________________

It took me approximately 3 seconds before I could make words come out of my mouth.

"What do you want, Tyler?" I asked the question with a glare, though exhaustion was threatening to overwhelm me.

Tyler visibly swallowed, his eyes flashing up and down my body before meeting my gaze once again. "You look like shit," he stated.

I glanced down and remembered I was standing in front of him with baggy guy clothes and a messy bun. I fought the heat threatening to swarm my cheeks and instead focused on my anger. "Really?" I asked dryly. "Thanks for letting me know, otherwise I would've gone about my day thinking I looked like a goddamn supermodel."

He snickered, leaning against the doorway.  "I see you're still mad at me. Can I come in?"

"No," I scowled. "And if you're here to apologize, just get it over with."

He stared at me silently for a beat, a grin slowly starting to appear on his face. He stepped forward, making me glare at him warily.

Even with the heady scent of his cologne engulfing me, I stood my ground. Stepping backwards would be both a sign of weakness and allowing him to pass by me.

After sensing that I wasn't going to back down, I thought he was going to give up, but then he shocked me completely.

"Put me down, you dumbass!" I shrieked angrily. I pounded on his back with my fists and continued to yell from where I was slung over his shoulder. "I said you couldn't come in! This is practically breaking and entering!"

After carrying me past the threshold, he put me down and walked past me towards the living room.

I slammed the front door shut and huffed after him, anger rolling in waves from my body. He was lounging on my couch as I entered the living room, his feet up and arms behind his head, contentment on his face.

That pissed me off even more.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" I yelled, standing in front of him. "You already lied to the entire school and acted like I slept with you, which is completely unrealistic and disgusting, by the way, and now you're forcing yourself into my house? Don't you know when to quit?"

He looked amused, staring at me, but then his expression turned serious. "I really did come to apologize. I was a dumbass, but I didn't mean to actually hurt you."

I laughed bitterly. "Oh, really, then why did you tell the entire world on Facebook that I slept with you? Did you think that somehow wouldn't hurt me?"

He laughed sheepishly, leaning forward to poke me in the stomach. "Look, it was a joke, okay? I'm sure people aren't taking it seriously."

Maybe he would understand if he knew almost the exact same thing has happened before.

"Whatever. You wouldn't understand, anyway," I said, moving his feet and sitting on the couch next to him.

"Then please, enlighten me."

"I don't want to talk about it," I mumbled, looking down at the white carpet.

"Well, I guess I'm sorry."

"You guess?" I snorted. "Whatever, are you leaving now?"

"No, I think I'll stay."

My eyes narrowed. "You know, you don't sound very apologetic. Just annoying as hell, like usual."

He shrugged, flashing his white teeth as he gave a cheeky smile. "Annoying or not, I think I want to stay. Maybe even wait till Trent gets home."

I groaned and got up, knowing that Trent would probably be pissed if I sent his friend away. "Fine." After half a minute of sitting in silence with Tyler staring at me, I caved. "Just...shut up and put a movie in, would you? You've ruined my day and all I want is to relax."

"I wasn't aware I was talking," He said with a dumb smile on his face. "What movie?"

"Take your pick," I said in an overly-saccharine voice, gesturing to the movie shelf under the tv as I stood up.

"As you wish, princess," he answered. "Get me something good," he added when he noticed me leaving the room.

After heading to the kitchen and grabbing  a bag of Doritos for me, and absolutely nothing for Tyler, I returned to the living room just in time to see him flopping back down on the couch.

I sat down next to him, glancing at the tv. My eyes widened in surprise when I saw he had picked Kill Bill, an old action movie that was actually a really good choice.

I frowned at him for a few seconds but was unable to hold my tongue. "Kill Bill?" I asked hesitantly.

Tyler turned from the tv to look at me. "Yeah. I'm not much of a movie guy but I can appreciate some Tarantino."

"Hmm," I nodded, struggling to hide my stupid smile.

Instead, I wrapped myself in the soft blanket slung over the couch and began eating my chips. I tried to focus on the movie for the first ten minutes or so, but eventually gave up because I felt Tyler staring at me.

Finally I couldn't take it. "What? What is it?"

"Nothing," he chuckled. "You know, the whole baggy grunge thing looks sexy on you," he stated, making me almost choke on the Doritos in my mouth.

"Shut up!" I scowled after composing myself, refusing to look at him.

He laughed and turned back to face the screen, where Uma Thurman was currently hurling a knife into a woman's chest. I watched for a while but soon felt myself dozing off, against my better judgement.

...

I lifted my head up groggily. It took me a minute to realize I was still in my living room and was lying down on the couch. I took in the title menu of Kill Bill that was playing on a loop.

I soon stiffened when I realized there were arms around me. I slowly shifted around with my eyes squeezed halfway shut, unsurprised to see it was Tyler with his arm slung over my side, fast asleep.

I should've moved, or even woken him up, but I didn't. It felt oddly comfortable Tyler's arms, and traitorous butterflies even swarmed through my stomach.

A devious smile soon crept onto my lips as I studied Tyler's peaceful face. I shifted so my lips were at his ear.

"Tyler!" I screamed.

He bolted out of my arms and fell off the couch, his eyes wide and panicked.

I burst into laughter, a few tears soon streaming down my face.

He stood up, swearing. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked, sounding irritated.

"Well, you were suffocating me...I had to do something."

His irritation quickly faded. "I bet you enjoyed cuddling me. I'm sure you would enjoy doing a hell of a lot more than that, too."

I raised an eyebrow. "Thanks, really, but no. Go work your man-whorish ways on someone dumb enough to fall for them."

"Man-whore?" His eyes widened in false shock. "Hey, I'm a sensitive guy! I have feelings, too, you know."

I laughed at the idea of Tyler being in anyway sensitive. "Right, and Donald Trump is my personal butler."

He joined me in laughing. I stood up and yawned, raising my arms up as I stretched my torso.

The shirt I was wearing rode up as I stretched and I watched Tyler's eyes zero in on the movement, darkening.

I quickly yanked my baggy shirt back down and cleared my shirt awkwardly. "Uh..."

"Right," Tyler said suddenly. "I actually have to go. Tell Trent I'll meet up with him tomorrow."

He then gave a weird little wave that almost made me laugh and marched out of the living room, slamming the front door behind him.

Goodbye to you, too.

...

Later that night, I stabbed into a meatball on my plate as Trent, my mother, and I sat at the table eating spaghetti for dinner.

It was just the three of us because my dad was working late and wasn't going to make it for dinner (surprise, surprise!).

Mom stood from her chair and slipped into the kitchen to refill her wineglass, and Trent took that opportunity to talk to me.

"Uh, are you okay? Sorry about what happened to you today."

I chuckled at his attempts to be a caring brother. "Thanks, but don't worry, Trent. I'm fine."

"Well, You look like a mess."

I looked down in embarrassment, as I was still wearing baggy sweatpants with his shirt, and my hair pulled back in ratty bun. I recalled Tyler's similar words towards my appearance earlier. "So I've been told," I muttered.

Luckily, mom saved me from any further interrogation, slipping back into her chair with a freshly-full glass of red wine.

I excused myself with excuses of exhaustion (that were partly true) and went upstairs to my room. Mainly, though, I needed to do something that had been bugging me all day.

I sat at the desk in the corner of my room and opened up my slim laptop. I found myself bringing up the Facebook login for the first time in forever. I'd had a page for a few years but rarely used it; I only had about 100 friends.

I logged on and was surprised to see that I had five friend requests. (Yes I hadn't checked my Facebook in months, but five was still a lot for me).

Three were from random guys with names I couldn't even pronounce, so I immediately hit "not now". One was from Audrey, whom I accepted right away, and the last one was from...Tyler?

I hesitated for a minute, fighting an inner battle before clicking "accept". This way, I could at least be aware if he decided to spread any more rumors about me.

I clicked on Tyler's name to check out his page. So what if I was stalking him, nobody would know!

I clicked on his profile picture and laughed out loud. It was him, shirtless, taking a mirror picture with his usual smirk. Really, how much more arrogant could this guy get?

I did a double take when I saw his picture got 220 likes.

Wow.

I scrolled through his different profile pictures; 246 likes, 302 likes, 253 likes. The list when on, some actually went up into the 400s.

My heart skipped a beat when my computer made a bleeping noise and I saw I had a new message.

Tyler Morris: Well hey there, stranger ;)

I hesitated, debating whether or not I should ignore him for a full two minutes before responding.

Lauren Blake: What?

Tyler Morris: Wow. Grumpy much? Lol.

Lauren Blake: Not grumpy...just want to know why you're bothering me.

Tyler Morris: You accepted my friend request, that must mean things are getting pretty serious between us!

Lauren Blake: Um, no. We're...acquaintances at most. I can unfriend you if you'd like?

Tyler Morris: Jeez calm down! Even though you're sexy when you're mad (;

I was glad he couldn't see my flaming cheeks through this computer. Luckily, I recovered quickly and responded.

Lauren Blake: Ugh. Too many winky faces for one conversation. Goodnight.

He seemed to take my rejection in stride, replying just as fast.

Tyler Morris: Nighty night, small fry!

__________________________

Note: that line about Donald Trump gets funnier and funnier as time goes by because I wrote it in 2013: fast forward 4 years and now he's, well, you know...

You are reading the story above: TeenFic.Net