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Second Hand Lovers

A/N:
I was watching Tyler and Marcus' balloon video and at the very end, they just snuggled together like this and in that moment I became Myler trash. It kind of inspired me to write this too. Enjoy x

Tyler's POV:

I was alone once again. Which could only mean frequent intense tumblr sessions, and wasting my life on other social media.

I scrolled through countless blogs, reblogging a few posts as I went. I pushed my glasses further up my nose, subconsciously, my eyes glued to the screen.

Connor had left for some book signings in Minnesota and he would be back in a week, since he decided to stay with his family afterwards.

I sighed, stretching out my legs from the strange position they had been in . When I had finished stalking a particular blog, I switched back to my dashboard and clicked refresh numerous times.

Nothing.

I went to get up to look in my fridge for the fourth time in 10 minutes, when I saw a change on my screen in my peripheral vision.

I sat back down quickly to see a picture of Marcus and I from a few months ago.

We had just finished shooting one of our helium videos, and as Marcus leaned in to switch the camera off, I put my head into the crook of his neck and grinned straight at the camera, and instead of pressing the off button, he clicked one that would take a snapshot in the video.

It's funny how we like to capture moments, and try and cling onto them almost wishing we were still living in them.

Reluctantly, I pressed the little heart button. Immediately, it glowed red, indicating that I had liked the photo. I closed my laptop, and blew out a hot breath.

The unthinkable was happening.

I can't stop thinking about Marcus.

His deep voice, subtle facial hair and chiseled jaw was all I could see when I closed my eyes. My noncommittal nature was slowly but surely  creeping in, and all my instincts to stay loyal were fading out.

Inside of my skull, a war seemed to be raging on. A battle between the good and the bad. The pleasure of sin and the purity of remaining faithful.

Before I knew it, I was inside of my car, gripping my steering wheel.

Connor wouldn't have to know.
He'd come back, and wouldn't suspect a thing. But the guilt would always be there, like a stubborn stain.

Maybe he's changed.

I put the keys in the ignition, turning them slowly and the engine roared to life.

You never know if you don't ever try again.

I pressed my foot on the accelerator.

So let's try.

***

I stood outside Marcus' apartment door, my hand suspended in the air, refusing to come into contact with the wood.

"Pull yourself together," I hissed at myself.

I knocked three times, loud enough for him to hear, so I wouldn't have to knock again.

"Coming." His deep voice came through the door.

The door swung open to reveal Marcus, in a checkered shirt and sweatpants. His hair was in a mess, but the kind of mess that looks effortlessly attractive and he was wearing those frame glasses of his, that made him look adorably nerdy.