Tyrone has been planning a way to get back Steven for a week now. Heh, he was a fast thinker— yet a naughty, naughty boy. If only Tyrone could share his thinking process with the class—
"Not gonna happen." Tyrone snaps, grinning mischievously in the corner.
"My plans perfect...I mustn't share it..."
Tyrone gets up from his seat in the bakery, and walks out. It was night in their little town in Texas; Evergreen. Snow was falling in the ink black sky, streetlights were lit: illuminating the snow-filled street.
Tyrone gazes up at the balcony, looking at the shadow of Steven in his room...oh how he misses his touch. If only he didn't fumble this peculiar baddie!
Tyrone then whips out a guitar—
"Chat, I've spent my bakery cash on this bad boy!"
Tyrone struggles to play this guitar...plucking one riff at a time to see if it'll sound somewhat beautiful. To be fair, he found practicing guitar to be stupid if he was just gonna trash it afterwards if this plan didn't work.
Then that's when Steven hears the music, he walks out on to the balcony, gazing down at Tyrone.
Oh my...I'll say it once and I'll say it twice; Steven was the most beautiful Alpha he'd ever seen...
'Steven didn't deserve this enigma he was with!' Tyrone thought.
There was Steven, his long, silky brown hair flowing down his body with a thin, white sheet of fabric he was sleeping in. Tyrone almost drooled at the sight of how his legs looked in that fabric— it stops right above his knees, dead centre of his meaty, and juicy thighs. If Tyrone angled himself correctly he would've totally seen Steven balls!
"Heh...hey, Steven! Ya like the song I made for you, dear??"
Tyrone was just playing random riffs with a cheap guitar.
Steven leans on the railing, gazing down at Tyrone with that lovely smile on his face. "Oh, Tyrone...what're you doing here? My boyfriend is sleeping." He spoke to Tyrone with adoration.
"Oh, nothing, beauty. I was just thinking of you is all..." he says as he plays the most horrible riff ever.
Steven couldn't help but laugh, charmed by the betas attempts at flirting.
"Seriously— aren't you cold, son?" Steven asks. This was all apart of Tyrone's plan. He specifically went out in a t shirt and ripped chaps.
"Oh, yeah...I'm a bit cold. But honestly...I'm getting used to it honey! Besides, I've been sleeping on a bench for these past months. No point in complaining now!"— that was odd, in the first chapter I said that Tyrone was natural born complainer. Ooo...Tyrone is changing himself for Steven.
Knowing Steven, at the thought of someone being in such a position, he'd of course let him in!
Steven gasped, covering his mouth as his eyebrows furrow into concern. "Tyrone, you've been sleeping on a bench in winter?! I'm surprised you're not dead from sickness, honey!" Steven exclaims. "Well, I better get used to it...y'know?"
Tyrone then plays a riff on the guitar he learnt from a Mexican bystander. Tyrone's always trickin' people!— made me think he didn't learn anything on a guitar 😒
"Oh, dear...come inside."
Steven goes down the stairs and into the flower shop, opens the door for Tyrone. They both walk up the stairs and into the actual house.
"Just be quiet my boyfriend's sleepin'!"
They sit down at the coffee table. Tyrone's eyes are immediately drawn to Steven's slightly tanned chest. The white, thin fabric Steven was covering himself in was showing his pectorals off. It made Tyrone drool...this goddamn alpha was tempting him!!!!
"You know, baby. I work at a bakery now. You should stop by. It's actually the one right across the street from your house." No, it was actually just right across the street. Tyrone could basically look in through Steven's window from the bakery if he really wanted too.
"You? A bakery? A job? Don't make me laugh."
Then they hear a creak, and by the small kitchen door was Markel. Groggily standing. Tyrone takes his chance, he slowly brings his chair closer to Steven's and places a hand on his thigh while looking deeply into his eyes.
"Steven, thank you so much for bringing me in. You don't know how Scared I was out there!" He feigns sacredness and leaps into Steven's arms.
Markel growls from across the room, groggily making his way over. It was clear Markel was drunk, he basically knocked over the whole table.
"Don't let that man touch you." Growls Markel. "No! Don't listen to him! He's just a racist!!!" Tyrone whines, clinging to Steven. "Steven get away from him!!" Markel demands, trying to pry off Tyrone. "Don't do it! He's just a hypocrite!—-", "What?! No im not!" Markel defends himself. "Oh, so you get more offended when I call you a hypocrite and not a racist??" Tyrone was trying to make Markel seem horrible.
"He doesn't have what we have, baby!" Tyrone screams as Markel pry's him off. "We have something special. Don't let him ruin this..."
"GET THE FUCK OUT OR IM CALLING THE POLICE!!!" Markel yells. And just like that, Tyrone was booted out, with his guitar.
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Chat Tyrone is Native American and Steven is mixed: German and Native American 😓😓
Markel is a Spanish man. BRO MARKEL BETTER GIVE ME A CHANCE 🙏🙏 PLS PLS PLS PLS MARKEL ID DO ANYTHING FOR U!!!
