Stuck In The Middle With You

I can't...it's my room.

A/N: I just want to say I love you all! lol :)

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"Let go of me." I growled. He did, and I went to bathroom, slamming the door.

He knocked a few times, but I didn't talk to him. I won't. "Ebony."

"Go away."

"I can't...it's my room."

"I meant from the door jerk."

I heard him chuckle. "If I do, will you open it?"

"No."

"Then I won't move." He said.

I rolled my eyes. I could always go over there and surprise him by opening the door on his face, but I really didn't want to knock him out, which I probably would. So I sat on the bathroom wondering how long it will take him to realize I didn't lock the door and he could just walk in.

My phone started ringing next to me. When I looked down at it, I saw Tyler's name flashing. I pressed the ignore button.

"Oh hell no!" I heard him yell. I smiled a little. "You did NOT just send me to voicemail!"

"I did. Sorry." I said.

"You better open this door right no-" He pushed down on the handle, probably not expecting it to open when he did. He opened the door slowly. I tried not to laugh when I saw him glaring at me. "Was this unlocked the whole time?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why would I?"

He stood there staring for a while. "I think I like this look you have going on here."

I looked down at my oversized t-shirt and sweats. "Really? Tyler, I haven't even showered today."

"Did I say I liked your smell? No, I said I like the look. Actually I think it's because that's my shirt."

I stared at the shirt I was wearing. "No. I got this shirt four years ago."

"Because you walked outside and found it by your pool. Trust me Eb, I looked for that shirt for weeks. It was my favorite."

"Well do you want it back?" I asked, secretly hoping he said no. This is my favorite too.

He shook his head. "No way. It looks way better on you."

Ugh! I wish he wouldn't compliment me. It just brings out so many emotions that make so confused. I need Bently here with me. Just his presence would help me out.

"Do I make you nervous?" He asked.

I kept my eyes straight ahead. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

"Because if I do, it's ok. It's not like it has to mean anything." He said, more quietly.

"Of course it doesn't mean anything. Why would it?" I scoffed. I'm not the right girl for it to mean anything to him.

He came and sat down beside me. "Can I ask you a serious question?"

I sighed. "Sure." It's not like it can get much worse right?

"Has this trip changed your opinion of me in anyway?"

I looked at him. "Where did that come from?"

"Just answer it."

I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall. "Yes it has...a lot."