Best Kept Promise (Best Kept #2)

Chapter 14: Not The Submissive Type

Song: Bored To Death  by Blink-182 (I'm so pumped for this album I'm gonna cry. This song is v  great, don't really care what people say lol.)

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             "Why do you wiggle so much?"

             Tyler grins  at me and leans back against the chain link  fence. "Because I wasn't  trained as a child." He lifts one foot and  rests it back against the  fence, making it rattle.

             I roll my  eyes and look through the lens of my camera. "Just  stand still for five  seconds so I can get the picture. And don't blink  or stick your tongue  out at me."

            I  still see  Tyler's grin through the camera and he crosses his arms over  his  chest. Quickly, I snap the picture and hold my breath. When I view  it, I  let go and slump my shoulders. "Finally! It only took ten tries."

             The whole  band moves, jumping up and down and stretching  their arms. That's the  thing about taking large pictures. Just one small  thing could fracture a  picture. But no matter what, I keep those  pictures and they're never  deleted. They feel genuine and more realistic  then a picture perfect  smile.

            Tyler runs up to me and leans over behind my shoulder. "How good do I look?"

             Instead of  showing him the final picture, I flip through  until I find the one  where he was mid-sneeze. "I think you look handsome  in this one." I  cover my mouth to smother a laugh.

             Tyler rests  his chin on top of my shoulder, then he shifts  until his mouth closes  over the top. He bites lightly and I gasp.

            "Did you seriously just bite me?"

            "I heard you were into it," he jokes. "Thanks for the compliment by the way."

            I snort. "It wasn't a compliment. I was being sarcastic. You look constipated."

            He bites my shoulder again and I nudge him back with my elbow. "Stop hurting my fragile feelings."

            "The only fragile thing about you is your ego," I grumble. "Now get away from me. I have more pictures to take."

            Tyler saunters back over to the fence.

            "We're going to do singles now," I tell them. "We'll start with Benji."

             The guys  file to the side out of frame while Benji stands  front and center. He's  easy to work with and listens better than most.  Especially Tyler.  That's why I'm saving Tyler for last.

            When it comes to Tyler's turn, I already know it's going to be a long and difficult process.

            The first thing he does is arch his back and put his pointer finger in his mouth.

            I take the picture anyway and grin at him. "This is going to your mother's."

            Tyler straightens. "They'd love it. Make sure it's Christmassy, they'll use it as a card."

            I laugh and shake my head. "Act normal for once in your life."

             "My normal  is being normal. You're the weird one," he  defends. "So what do you  want me to do? Are girls into this sort of  thing?" He lifts up his  shirt, showing off a slightly toned stomach.

            "This is why we can't get anything done," I say dully. "Put your shirt down before I strangle you with it."

            Tyler laughs and drops the shirt. "Okay, then what are you into?"