Artemis {ON HOLD}

Chapter 10

Will POV

After the meeting, I wandered the halls, looking for something to do. After a whole lot of nothing for a half an hour, I decide to annoy Tyler. I smile at the thought. Tyler is so adorkable its practically a crime. I mentally scold myself for the thought. He's just a friend, you're not gay. I repeat the statement over an over again in my head, trying to make it true. I'm so focused on repeatng this statement that I don't pay attention to where I'm going and walk smack into Tyler's door. I stumble backwards, cussing.

The noise was enough to get Tyler's attention. He opened the door with a quizzical look on his cute face.

"Doors are rude." I say as an explanation.

Tyler's expression gets even more confused. He opens and closes his mouth, trying to find words to respond.

I laugh at the look on his face. "God, you look so lost right now. What I meant was I wasn't paying attention and I walked into your door. Because you know, knocking is too mainstream."

"Ah. I see." Tyler says, still looking slightly confused. "Is there anything you need?" He asks.

I shrug. "Not really, I'm just bored as fuck." I grin. "So I decided to annoy you!" I declare.

Tyler rolls his eyes even though I can see some amusement on his face. "Lucky me." He says sarcastically.

He steps aside, letting me in. After I walk in he follows, closing the door behind him. His room has the same setup as everyone else's, except he's added decorations to make it alittle more homey. Most of his decorations were Batman or superhero related. He had a poster of Batman looking badass over his bed, and another picture of Batman with a bunch of people around him who all looked like heroes hanging on the door. Above his dresser was a poster of the Justice League.

"I find it odd that a British guy likes the Justice League of America." I point out as I look at that particular poster.

Tyler shrugs. "American superheros are generally cooler than their British equivalents." He says absentmindedly as he sits at his desk, on his computer. I walk over to him and close the computer, almost hitting his fingers as I do so.

"Nope. No geeky computer stuff, Mr. Greyson. We are hanging out. You have to entertain me." I declare as I flop down onto his bed, my fingers laced behind my head.

Tyler rolls his eyes. "So first you practically invite yourself into my personal space, then you demand that I entertain you? I hardly consider this to be fair." He says as he glares at me, though I can see the amusement and sarcasm in his gaze.

I grin. "Exactly. Life isn't fair, Ty. And besides, being in my presence in practically a gift from God himself." I state with an exaggerated and sarcastic look of self righteousness on my face.

Tyler laughs, making him look absolutely adorable. When he laughs, he squeezes his eyes shut, and his nose gets all scrunched up, with is so cute. His gorgeous smile spreads wide across his face and he turns his head to the side, almost as if he's trying to conceal his laughter. His laugh is is soft and sweet, like music filling the air. Stop that. Stop romanticising everythng about him. It's not like he's some Prince Charming or whatever. I scold myself. But what if I want him to be my Prince Charming? The thought makes my insides have a battle over wether that's a good or bad thing.