Wrong Number

I Was Made For Lovin' You

Song: I Was Made For Lovin' You

Artist: Kiss

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Tylor held my hand as we walked up his driveway. There was still more to discuss, and we couldn't sit in the men's room all night. We couldn't go to my place, what with Stacy and Kiki being home. Kiki loved Tylor, and I wouldn't have the heart to tell her to give us some privacy with everything going on.

Tylor texted Levon to let him know I'd be coming over to talk, but it didn't seem like he expected Ryder to be home, too. Levon snuggled into Ryder's side as they watched TV, and they both turned around from the couch to greet us.

Instantly, Tylor tensed, and his hand gripped mine tighter.

"Hey," Ryder softly greeted. "Hi, Damon. It's nice to see you again."

"You, too. I thought you would be at the fire station today," I commented.

"I took the day off. Levon had an important business meeting, and I went for moral support." It brought some comfort to hear that Levon canceled our lesson because of work and not Tylor.

"Were your teachers upset you were gone for a few days?"

"No, and I don't even have that much to catch up on. I'll be done well before the weekend."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah. Don't worry. I wouldn't have brought Damon over if I did," he chuckled.

"Yes, you would have," Levon teased.

Tylor rolled his eyes and dragged me to the staircase. "We actually need to talk, so knock before you come in, please."

"Of course. Let us know if you need anything," Ryder said with a smile.

Tylor smiled back. "We will."

Tylor led me into his room, and I took a quick glance around. A large bed rested against the middle of the wall with a white canopy over it. His desk sat next to his open window, and his keyboard rested at an angle to the desk so he could swivel his chair to work at either of them. His dresser rested against the wall next to a small closet, and a closed door rested between the two, most likely being the bathroom door. All the candles that were lit up from when I walked in on him were planted around the room, some sitting on the dresser or bedside table, while others sat on tall, elegant candle holders.

Once Tylor closed his bedroom door, he sighed and rested his head against it. Even though they seemed to interact normally downstairs, anyone could feel the tension between the two.

I sat on the end of his bed. "How did your talk with him go?"

"He was definitely worried when I came home and scolded me about running away. It turned out Parker actually called Levon and told him what was going on to make sure they wouldn't worry, but since I told Parker I was going home, they were worried when I didn't." He turned around and leaned against the door. "I only went home because you wanted me to."

"Am I really that influential on you?" I teased as I held my hand out to him.

He took it and walked up to stand between my legs. "Occasionally."

I chuckled. "What did he say?"

"Since he's always been like a dad to me, it doesn't feel like anything should have to change, but things are different. It's like some sort of cosmic switch. Now, whenever I talk to him, I feel this awkward feeling but try to keep acting like everything is normal. And I know it is, but... I don't know how to describe it. It feels like a mind fuck, and I hate it."