A week later Tyrone on sitting in the hay bales, pondering the thought of Steven...Kicking his feet, twirling his stubble when all of a sudden it started getting really hot. The whole house is made out of old, dry wood. To be honest, it's not the safest. Tyrone's great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandpa built it; It's been passed down the family for generations! He always flexed about it, but, everyone gave him dirty looks. Perhaps saying, "oh, yeah. This bad boy looks old now, but one day it's gonna be a play-boy bunny mansion!" To strangers isn't the best way to go.
I said it was hot a minute ago, but now, it's really starting to warm up by the seconds. It feels as if Tyrone is in a volcano. Then that's when Tyrone's eyes see fire on the ceiling.
"Oh shit! My day dreaming! I can't believe this— my future playboy bunny mansion is on fire!!!" He yelps, getting to his feet and stumbling out the raggedy old house like a wounded soldier.
Tyrone lands on the dry grass, huffing, gazing up at the flame-covered house.
"Mannn, my savings are in there..." his already sad face turns into one of anger knowing his cash savings are all burnt up into ashes.
"Dammit...now I'm really homeless."
Tyrone turns his head to the viewers; "by the way, this isn't my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandpa's house. I discovered it in the winter!" He explains. It makes sense, because as I said before, he was kicked out at 4.
Tyrone thinks for a second, he didn't want the firemen to get here and discover he's been squatting illegally in a rundown house. So he quickly runs. He had a limp, so he looked pathetic as he ran in the open plains.
Once he gets to town; he sees everyone is in distraught. 'Holy shit— the fire happened an hour ago and it's night! How'd the word spread so fast?? Besides, that house was far away from town!!' Tyrone thinks to himself, then that's when he sees Steven under the streetlight, peeking outside, grasping onto the door as he watches the commotion in his pyjama's. Dammit...he always looked gorjuss.
Tyrone walks over to him, slicks his hair back as he looks up at Steven. He had never really noticed this— but Steven was a couple heads taller than him. "Hey, man, how you doin'?" He asks, biting his bottom lip. He was a pathetic beta. Steven glances over at the familiar beta in front of him. "Did you hear?? The mayor's dad's house caught on fire!" When Steven says that, Tyrone's heart stops a bit. 'I was sleeping in the mayor's dead dad's house??' He quickly put on a mournful look, "oh nooo... how's the house now?", "we don't know yet, but since the house was in the driest area of town; I have no hope for it. It's gonna be a puddle of ash in the morning."
Tyrone shrugs, kinda pissed. "You better go home now, boy. You'll catch a cold wandering the streets in only your boxers."
"My boxers?—" Tyrone glances down, seeing he was only in his boxers. 'Ohhh right....i was jackin' off to the thought of Steven...' Tyrone quickly covers himself, laughing nervously, trying to think of a lie. He didn't have a house anymore, and his clothes were all burnt up!! He had to stay with Steven!
"Oh yeah..ahaha... my clothes. Well, you see, a group of trash bandits caught me in the alleyway and jumped me for my cash and clothes. I'm just happy they left my trousers. Could I stay with you??" He explains. His voice going from explanatory to a plead. He really needed to stay with Steven or else he'd freeze— "of course, dear. You don't even have to ask. Stop by anytime. I'll leave my door unlocked for you at all times."
"At all times?" Tyrone repeats. "That's dangerous, what happens if the trash bandits get you?"
"Just get the fuck in my house you cringey mofo." Steven barks.
