Kiss Me, K-K-Kiss Me
Chapter 8 - What orders?!
*I'm trying a boy's point of view - sorry if it's crappy! >.<*
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Right after Tyler came out, two more men came out.
They were dressed in black just like the murderers and assassins.
What the f*ck?!
What happened to visit your girlfriend?!
I didn't even see them get in the car!
I guess I should've watched all of it instead of waiting at the door like an idiot.
Tyler came up to the door, with the two flanking him, looking hesitant.
"What the hell is this?" I said, as soon as I opened the door, gesturing to the two men.
"Pete insisted that they went with me to make sure nothing inappropriate happened." He said, looking tense.
"What the hell do you mean by inappropriate?" I asked them.
"No talking about doing things to the boss," The one on the right said.
"And no talking about anything involving the invasion," The one on the left said.
"That's it?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yep. You can have hot sex in front of us and we wouldn't really give." The one on the right said.
Tyler turned bright red while I raised an eyebrow.
"Really? I thought you meant inappropriate like cursing and stuff," I said.
"Oh, no. You can curse all you want. We do it all the time." The one on the left said.
I nodded.
"Well, uh, come in, I guess." I said, gesturing to the inside of my house.
They walked in and we sat on the couch and talked.
*Sorry if this is crappy!*
Tyler's POV
I wonder what she's going to talk about. . .
At least she couldn't ask me about killing people, because I felt so f*ckin bad about that!
I know, I remind myself that it's for Taylor, but I can't help but feel so. . . . . GUILTY for killing people.
Even if they are complete b!tches, *cough* Laura *cough*, I still felt really guilty.
It feels so weird knowing that you're going to hell.
It makes me want to take back what I did.
But it's me or them, right?
If I didn't kill them, they would kill me.
Killing them is the only way I can survive.
I may seem all casual and cool about killing people, but I'm hyperventilating and practically dying on
the inside.
My Taylor excuse sort of helps me, but it doesn't take away the guilt.
"So are we really boyfriend and girlfriend?" She started.
I mentally sighed in relief.
This seems like an easy topic to get my mind off of all the blood and horror and guilt.
"Well, are we?" I asked her, smirking.
She rolled her eyes and said, "Seriously, Tyler. This is really important to me."
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Kiss Me, K-K-Kiss Me
Romance“Kiss me,” I told him. “Great Job Ty! You get her beggin’ on her knees for ya.” Silence. “Go on Ty!” “K-K-Kiss me.” I repeated. Silence, again. “You choose now to sing like Katy Perry?” He said and chuckled nervously. I chuckled nervously too. “Do i...
