"Tyler! The driver is taking Sarah in 15 minutes!" Tyler groaned, sitting up on his bed. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the clock on his bedside table. 8:15. School started at 9, so he stood up, yawning as he made his way into his bathroom. He took in his infamous morning appearance. His messy dark brown hair was even messier than usual. He had slight eye bags, and he looked calm. Tyler smiled as he slipped on the clothes he had set out the night before.
When he arrived at the school, he thanked the driver, before setting off on the adventure of finding Jack. The boy was practically hiding from the reality of existence, that's how hard it is to spot him. But Tyler always managed. He was determined to find his best friend. And he did.. 3 periods later. "Dude! Where have you been!" Jack said, jumping on the taller boy's back. " Where have I been? Boy, you better be joking." Tyler exclaimed, glowering at the humor that was clear on the energetic boy's face. They had a playful relationship, and Tyler loved it. He loved everything. He adores the life he has.
It's official, I hate my life. Isaiah thought, cursing under his breath as he gathered all his school items hurriedly. He flew out the door, grabbing an apple as he jumped into his car. Vickie snorted at his distress. "Laugh it up, you could be late too." He grumbled, smiling evilly at the look of fear that flashed over her features briefly. The drive was short, but it was the highlight of his morning. He and his sister sang together, and despite how horrible they sounded, it never failed to paint a goofy grin onto his face. "You should be more like this at school, Izi." Vickie said suddenly, smiling sadly at the way his features hardened. He gripped the steering wheel as he sighed. "It's not that easy, Vix." He said, running a soft hand through his ragged blonde hair. "You're a wonderful person, why do you continue to be a weird quiet kid?" "How kind of you, Vix" "Don't change the subject." Izi sighed loudly. "They just don't see me the way you do, Vix, they only see me as a weak, broken little boy." He said, adding a mocking tone to the last part. "Whatever, just get better, Izi." He smiled as he parked, squeezing her hand as they separated.
"What are you gonna do? Cry to your mommy? Oh, you can't even do that!" Tyler turned, looking at the terrorist and his victim. His eyes glinted with curiosity at the small, blonde-haired boy that leaned on the wall, ignoring the pathetically structured insults that Jeremy jabbed him with. "I'm talking to you, FAGGOT!" He yelled, pinning the blonde against the wall. The boy glanced at him with amusement, before he finally spoke. "Guys are hot and all, but no thanks." He said, smiling sweetly, before pushing the guy away. "Ew! You're so weird!" Jeremy shouted. The boy turned around, walking backward as he flipped off the raven-haired boy. Snickers gathered from bystanders as Jeremy's face grew red. Tyler watched the blonde walk away and took in his features. The boy had messy blonde hair, a small nose, and hazel eyes. His jawline wasn't very sharp, and there was a minimal amount of baby fat on his face. He was wearing some ripped black jeans, he had on a loose white t-shirt with a dark purple jacket sitting unzipped on top. He was attractive, with rosy cheeks. He was.. cute. "Who was that?" Tyler asked, turning to Jack. The boy looked up at him, his blue orbs flashing with confusion. "Who?" "Blondie." "Oh! That's Isaiah. Both his parents are dead and he's Pan. It's just him and his sister I believe." Jackson said, shrugging as he turned back to his phone. Tyler felt a large stab of sympathy for the boy. He couldn't imagine life without his parents. But he could already tell that he really liked this boy. He didn't even know him. That was the weird thing about Tyler Watt. He set his mind on a convenient stranger, and there was no stopping him. "Oh, God. Don't tell me you chose him this year?" Jack cried, whining at the laugh Tyler emitted. "That guy is crazy. I heard his dad was abusive towards him specifically! Don't get involved with unlucky people, Tyler. Their misfortune is not something you want to rub off on you." Jack warned, turning and walking to his next class. Tyler knew the point of his little speech was to drive him away from the boy. But it only pulled him closer. He wanted to know the quiet, crazy Isaiah.
"Hey! Wait up!" Isaiah turned, meeting the eyes of an attractive tall boy. The guy was familiar, and Isaiah was half convinced he had athletics with him. "Can I help you? He asked, raising an eyebrow at the boy's enthusiasm. "Yeah! I was just wondering if you'd like to hang out on Friday?" Isaiah was taken aback. He had never spoken to this boy before, and now he's asking him to hang out? Fishy. "Uh. Why?" He asked, growing even more confused at the blank expression the boy gave him. "You just seem interesting." The boy said, smiling down at him. "I'm no museum art piece, so please don't admire me, weirdo," Isaiah said, turning away. "Tyler!" The boy cried. Isaiah turned to him. "What?" "That's my name." "Oh. Mines Isaiah, I guess" "I know." Isaiah stared at him. "You really are a weirdo" He scoffed, turning back to his car. Tyler grabbed his arm, grabbing the boy and his attention. He pulled the boy against him, taking in his appearance. He had a few small scars on his cheeks, and a bruise forming on his forehead. Tyler caressed his injuries, frowning at the way Isaiah flinched when he ran his finger over the bruise. The smaller boy struggled against him, tears forming in his eyes. "I don't even know you, just leave me alone!" He whimpered, pushing against his chest weakly. Tyler let go, watching the boy struggle and run to his car. His frown grew deeper as he saw what he assumed to be the boy's sister yelling at him while he stared down at his shoes, a tearful expression painting his features. He sighed, walking away.
Tyler really wanted to help this boy,
No matter what it takes.
Isaiah rocked on his bed, his knees pulled to his chest as he sobbed into them. Vix stop trying a half hour ago, and just decided to leave him alone. He was still shaken by the pitiful expression the boy had given him, a look that made him feel so much shame. But.. the boy looked like he cared. The way he frowned at the injuries made his heart flutter. Wait.. what? Isaiah's eyes grew wide. He didn't even know the guy, and he was getting butterflies around him? Hell no. This is NOT okay in any way, shape, or form. Isaiah never fell in love really easily, it took a while to gain his trust and impossibly longer for him to even smile at the person. You could thank his father for that. He had been closed off even before, so maybe not. Isaiah was so lost in thought, that he started to drift off. Maybe I will hang out with Tyler on Friday.
[HEY HEY! Sorry for the bad writing, I'm not the greatest at this. Personally don't like Jackson 😟]
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A Bond's Cost (MLM)
RandomIsaiah is a quiet, trauma-stricken boy who tends to keep to himself. He loves his sister, as she is his only immediate family member. His mother died whilst giving birth to him and his abusive father committed suicide. Tyler is an outgoing, popular...
