Dating Tyler Posey

Chapter 17

Do I say no?

Or do I say yes?

Both of them have their cons, and both of them have their pros.

But how come I found more pros about one and more cons about the other?

"Uh, babe?" Tyler asks, his eyes searching my face, and he's still kneeling in front of me in the middle of the square.

In front of.. shit, how many people are staring at us?

Cameras flash in my face, and I groan as the paparazzi surround us.

Tyler's face slacks, and he gets up quickly to put his arm around my shoulders, guiding me towards our cab parked by the street.

His arm feels too light on my shoulder, almost like he doesn't want to touch me.

Fuck.

**

"I'm sorry if I came on too strong." he finally says to me, and I glance up from my hands as he walks in my room.

"I didn't realize-- I didn't know they'd be there." he says, his face pale.

I get up from my bed, my feet padding against the boards as I make my way to him.

I touch his face, but his eyes avert mine.

"Tyler, look at me." I say.

He studies something to the side of me.

"Tyler." I say more sternly.

His eyes slowly make their way to me, and I kiss him immediately.

So this is what it feels like to not be kissed back?

"I love you so much." I whisper against his closed lips.

"Then why did you say no?" he asks, sounding utterly heartbroken.

My eyebrows draw together, and I lean back to look at him.

"I didn't."

His eyes meet mine, and one eyebrow raises.

"I didn't say anything." I tell him.

His eyes leave mine again, but soon they meet again and he asks "Did you want to say no?"

It's like kicking a puppy, seeing that look on his face.

"I want to say yes, a thousand times." I say, not thinking before it leaves my lips.

The way his face lights up tells me it was right saying yes, and I'll tell him about the messages sometime.

He kneels again, and I giggle as he slides the ring on my finger.

His arms wrap around my waist, pulling me in close.

"I love you so much." he whispers in my ear, and in that moment, I felt like nothing was wrong.

**

I admire the little ring on my left hand, moving it so it catches the sunlight.

I haven't taken it off since he slid it on my finger.

I also haven't told him about the messages.

I just.. couldn't tell him what his fans thought of me. I know it'd make him disappointed in them, and probably me for even thinking about it.

But why the fuck do his fans think I purposely got the show cancelled?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I got a damn offer from Jeff to be a guest in his new show.

I know for a fact I couldn't accept it. But his fans, oddly enough, already thought I accepted. How they knew I got an offer, I'm still trying to figure out..

I knock at my door startles me out of my thoughts, and I scramble to my feet to answer it.

I open the door up to reveal my best friend, and he looks pissed.

He pushes past me, pacing around my tiny apartment.

"What's up?" I ask, trying to make my tone sound nice and casual. Although I feel like I'm about to explode inside.

"Gwen." he says, fuming.

I can't help but sigh in relief.

"She's a bitch, remember?" I ask, my tone sounding more normal.

"Yeah. A bitch who told the paparazzi that I dumped her, and also abused her. They're outside now, actually, if you'd like to get the real story." he says, and he finally sits down, looking completely defeated.

Me, on the other hand.. something had sparked inside me.

"She what?" I hiss.

"You heard me." he says, but before he can say anything else, I'm out the door on my way to the paps.

"Hey paps!" I yell, causing 3 men to turn my way, cameras ready.

"How about you leave me, Tyler, Dylan, and whoever else you guys bug the shit out of, alone. And to that precious Gwen that you all know well enough," I flip off one of the guys cameras, and it flashes in my face, "I hope you had a good life before me, bitch."

I walk back up my stairs, hearing my name being called from the paps, and questions about the messages, but ignoring it.

I know I took it too far, but with the hate already boiling up in me from those messages and Jeff, Gwen tipped it right over the edge.

I stop at my door, taking a deep breath before I walk in.

Dylan's sitting there, raising an eyebrow as I walk in.

"What the hell did you just do?" he asks, sounding more amused than angry.

"Blew off steam" is all I say before I head to my room, needing to be alone.

That obviously wasn't planned for me.

"Scottie?" a different voice booms, and my heart picks up.

I walk back into my living room, and see Tyler standing right by the door, looking... sad?

"What's wrong, babe?" I ask, walking up to him.

He shrinks back.

I take a step forward.

He takes another back, his back pressing against the door.

"Please tell me the paparazzi are wrong."

I narrow my eyes.

"About?" I ask.

"You taking my job, apparently."

He just says it, like it means nothing to him.

But I know it means everything.

"I did not take your job, Tyler." I say strongly, not allowing my voice to wobble.

"Then what did you do, Scots?"

He sounds utterly broken.

"It's all a misunderstanding. Your show got cancelled, the fans heard, Jeff is making a new show, and he offered me a spot. I'm not going to accept, because I know how much that show meant to you. But the paps and fans think I accepted, and they also think I cancelled your show for my own spot light." I spit out, taking a breath.

Tyler just looks at me.

"Jeff... offered you a spot-- on-- on a new show?" he says, not looking at me but at the floor, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Yes, but I didn't accept. That's what they were wrong about." I tell him.

He still won't look at me.

"Tyler, I--"

"Don't. I need space." He says before turning around and walking out my door.

I don't know how many times he's going to do that.

I turn around, and jump a little when I see Dylan still sitting there.

He looks as stunned as Tyler does.

"Dylan--"

"How could you?" He bursts.

I flinch back, not expecting it.

"What?"

"Jeff could've just replaced Tyler, you know. He didn't have to cancel the whole fucking show. But, no, he wanted you, so that's what he did." he rants.

"What the hell? No--"

"I have to go blow off steam too, Scots. Just leave me alone." he says before following Tyler's footsteps.

I gape after him, wondering what the hell is up his ass today.