Mr Mysterious [boyxboy]

Prologue.

 

Tyler sits quietly on the couch. The room is silent and dark; it feels wrong, all wrong. This place is supposed to be home, it’s supposed to be his safe place. The place he can be himself and not scared that he will be abandoned or hurt. He has never felt unsure about it until now. An hour ago, everything changed for the worst, and here he sits, shaking and alone.

When he hears the creak of the bedroom door up the hall, Ty involuntarily jumps, and he hates himself for it. He should not be afraid here, but he should also not be in pain. Absently he reaches up and brushes his fingertips on the skin beneath his  right eye wincing when it heats up with a burning tingling sensation.

Someone appears in the doorway and he knows he cannot be mad, he just can’t be. So he sucks in a deep breath and forces a smile. He needs this too much to let go of it over something so small, and something that he deserved. This is home, and he has nowhere else to go.

 

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There is only one way to describe Ty Gordon; mysterious. He has the entire school, and everyone he knows, wrapped around his little finger. Ty’s no bully, no, he wouldn't hurt a fly - unless it threatened him or someone he cared about. But his leather jackets, his dark sunnies, and the quiet brooding look that always seems to be carved into his attractive features, well, it has every girl walking the halls staring at him as he passes. Ty doesn't speak much outside his small group of close friends, but when he does, everyone stops and listens. No one is scared of him, so much as intimidated; there is just something about him that draws everyone in, and he knows it.

There is no denying that this boy likes the attention, the girls giggling and pointing, the boys sending him jealous stares, some even staring the way the girls do. He strives on that attention, on the adoration, he needs it.

There are reasons behind Ty's quite mysterious persona; he just isn't quite ready to give them away. Not to anyone, not yet.

"Hurry up!" Brad shouts through the bathroom door to his brother, which is followed by the banging of a fist against wood.

Ty smirks in the mirror, Brad is right on time. Every school morning his alarm goes off, and Brad turns over and hits his snooze button repeatedly right up until their mother walks in at 8:30 and tells him what the time is. Without fail he will roll out of bed and spend a hectic ten minutes in the bathroom. Ty has learnt to be ready by this time in the morning, so he chuckles to himself, shaking his head as he opens the bathroom door and steps aside for his brother to take over the space. Brad doesn’t even wait for Ty to leave before he starts stripping off his clothes and stumbling into the shower.

"Morning Ty," Martha greets, smiling over her shoulder at her adopted son.

"Morning," he smiles right back at the woman.

"How are you feeling this morning, Hun?"

Ty shrugs and uses a nearby fork to collect some bacon and toast that she is slaving over onto a nearby plate, “Just another day.” He says before he takes a bite and sits down at the table.

Fifteen minutes later Brad is shouting at Ty to get into the car and drive him to school. He shrugs on his jacket, and grabs his shades off the coffee table in the lounge before racing out to humour the boy that has become his brother.

"Calm down," Ty says, falling into the driver's seat and starting the car.

Ty knows why he is so excited to go back to school after their spring break; he doesn't know why Brad is.