Just Get Jealous ( H2OWildcat )

Chapter Four

     The day went by too slow for Tyler, and yet it wasn't even over yet. Atop of this, he felt as if he would pass out from the lack of sleep and his cursed head was pounding from the conversations all around him, though Tyler had just been focused on one. He was aware of his flushed face, and Nogla's worried glances, as the sweat had dripped down from his forehead.

Well, if he was going to throw up, he was aiming for Evan.

"Are you okay?" Jonathan asked him, his expression worried.

Tyler just nodded in reply, angeling himself to get a blast of air.

"Tyler." Nogla's voice made Tyler's eyes open, though his vision was now  blurred. "You can rest here, you know; I don't think any of us care. You can use me as a pillow, too, if you want."

Instead of making a smart reply, he took the given advantage and layed his head on the warm flesh of Nogla, knowing that each boy was giving him worried glances.

They finally arrived home three hours later, Tyler now feeling a bit better now that he had rested.

As soon as he was inside, he made his way up to his room, ignoring each question he was asked. He wasn't aware of Nogla trailing behind him until he flopped down onto his bed and saw him.

"Hey," Nogla said, sitting on the bed next to him. "How're you feeling?"

Tyler shrugged and shook his head.'

"I brought ye some water. I noticed you haven't drunken anything all day."

Tyler gratefully took the cup from the Irishman and swallowed it in minimal gulps, releaving his sore throat by little.

"Tyler, I think you should really talk to Jonathan. Not doing it is resulting negatively on you." Tyler just glared at him.

"And have him worry while he's with Evan?" He crossed his arms. "He's probably happy with Evan and just because I do like Jonathan doesn't mean I'm going to break them up."

"How do you know he's happy, though? Maybe he's super depressed and just hides it with a smile."

"Sure, Nogla. And Irishmen hate potatoes."

Nogla gave a slight glare. "If you don't tell him, I will," he threatened.

"You won't, and you know it." Nogla sighed. "Besides, can't I just try to make him jealous? To see if he likes me?"

"That's not a bad idea, actually..." Nogla muttered in thought.

Tyler was about to tell him off and that it was only a joke, but he decided to let it go and layed back onto the bed.

"Hey, Tyler?" A voice called out.

Looking to his door, he saw Jonathan holding a plate of food. "I brought you some food and some of my pills. The usually work quickly." He muttered the last part, reading the bottle. "I take them whenever I feel sick. Oh - And Evan did a few weeks ago from being with a bitchy virus or something and these get rid of that in about fifteen minutes."

Tyler's eyes quickly darkened at the mention of Evan, and Nogla noticed instantly, elbowing him. "Thanks," Tyler muttered.

There was shift before Jonathan began speaking again. "Uh, d-do you mind if I stay in here for the night?" He shifted again. "I don't want anything to happen at night."

Tyler gave a small smile. "Yeah, sure."

As Jonathan came in, Nogla stood and gave a final smile. "Well, it's getting late; We should all get to sleeping. Just don't be too loud; The room above can hear everything."

Jonathan's face flushed red and he quickly looked to Tyler. "Just this room, right?"

"No, this room can hear each sound above too."

Jonathan hid his face, somehow brimming even more red. "God, I am so fucking sorry, Tyler."

"Goodnight, you two," Nogla sung out, closing the door.