Byron's Secret (Slenderman Romance)

Chapter 44. Control

This update is either a bonus (since it's posted on a weekday) or an advanced post for this weekend. I have a hunch that I'll be busy with school this weekend so I wrote another chapter (we don't have classes. It resumes tomorrow). If I really am busy with school this weekend, no updates (this advanced post will make up for it), but if I'm not busy, then yey, more chaps!

Also, you guys say that this story is the best part of your weekends. You guys have no idea how much that means to me. Like, the best part of my weekend is reading all the feedback you give. The comments really entertain me (I don't know why but when I read them, it makes writing much more interesting for me because of the interaction and such). I just want to say thanks because I've been having a rough month and I'm so stressed. Reading your comments about the story really makes my day better.

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Marching towards his porch, I didn't hesitate to barge in without knocking. Tim, sitting on the ground as he leaned on the couch, snapped his head to my direction with a considerably surprised look, but after seeing it was only me, he let out a sigh of relief.

"You know, it still wouldn't hurt to . . . you know," He turned back to the television with a shrug, "knock." He continued, "I thought you'd take longer. What happened?" He said with no interest whatsoever.

"As you heard on the phone, she was throwing a tantrum." I hurriedly explained as I shut the door and locked it, making sure that no one had seen me going here, "She still was when I got there."

I intended to sit on the couch, but as it turns out, the reason why there was a clump of blanket on it is because Brian is laying on it, covered and fast asleep. I thought he went home after I left this place a while ago, but it looks like he stayed. I wanted to wake him up, but now that I think about it, I'm glad he's dead asleep.

"Then, what?" Tim entertained, still watching a horror movie of some sort－I never understood why he watched such shows nor do I understand why he wastes time with it. It's past midnight, he should have slept.

"She was mad and she told me to go home." I answered, leaning on the door since the couch is occupied and every other place has the same comfort as this spot, "I was about to leave the diner, then she said I was insensitive and cried. Then, she went ahead of me." I retold what had happened earlier, "Of course, I walked after her since our houses are on the same direction."

"She cried . . ?" Tim glanced at me, seemingly growing interest, "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything." I narrowed my eyes at him.

"You think you didn't," He whispered to himself, "but you definitely did."

"I did nothing!" I retorted, annoyed by the fact that even he thinks I'm at fault. It's bad enough that erratic girl blames me.

I noticed the blanket on the couch shifting. Brian's head popped up as he looked around in a daze, "What? What's uuup . . . ?" He said with a yawn, "Hah. I hate waking up like this." He abruptly sat up, giving me an irritated look before he turned to Tim, "I thought we agreed that we lock him out while I sleep?"

Great. He's awake.

"Hey, it's not my fault. He barged in." Tim defended, moving slightly away from the couch he was leaning on a while ago.

"That's why you lock the damn door." Brian said, pointing at the entrance, "What time is it? It doesn't even feel like I slept for long."

"If you want to sleep, go home." Tim muttered.