Salvatore [√] / HALFWAY REVAMPED - DISCONTINUED

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Tyler's gaze was hard and fiery as he stared at Pete, his lips tight to avoid yelling at the man. Pete didn't once look up at him and only continued the making of his drinks.

"Excuse me? I'm fucking talking to you and you'd be damn fucking stupid of you think I'm just gonna walk away from this. What did Josh say?" He demanded, his arms crossed over his chest, his not bare chest. For once he didn't wear the skimpy little get up. Intead it was a crop top and some booty shorts.

"Tyler," Pete said, his voice strained as he brought his gaze up to the stripper he had vowed to look after. "I'm doing this for you-"

"Well stop!" Tyler broke him off quickly, tears building in his gentle honey eyes. He didn't want to be away from Josh anymore. That man made him feel good about himself, though he made a mistake. He was still the most beautiful man tyler had ever seen. "I don't need you making decisions for me. I am an adult. A grown fucking adult and if josh wants to come I'm here again then let him because he has treated me better than anyone else ever has in the past few weeks and I'm not just gonna let him go because he's the only real chance I have to find something I love."

Pete stared at Tyler, surprised to see the hot tears running from his eyes. A few men at the bar quickly caught on to what was happening and now stated in shock at the ethereal beauty who was crying right in front of them.

"Tyler, I'm sorry, but I just can't stand to let him be here after what he did." Pete said, tilting his head slightly as he stared at tyler.

"Fine. Tell Brendon I quit."

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You did what?" Troye asked, eyes wide as he sat cross legged on their shared bed. His hair was still slightly damp from the showed he had taken.

"I quit my job. I know its not smart )but it was the only choice I had." He said quietly, taking a seat right next to Troye. His hand found Troyes and his best friend squeezed his palm reassuringly before leaning his head on Tyler's shoulder, not caring if his hair got Tyler's shirt wet. Tyler didn't care either.

"it's okay, ty. I trust you. We'll make it. I know we will." He murmured softly, leaning over to place his lips on Tyler's for a brief second. Tyler smiled warmly at his best friend before wrapping his arm around him securely.

"I need to find Josh, Troye. He's all I can ever think about anymore and it scares me. I don't know why." Tyler whispered softly, thinking about the way that Josh had kissed him that night. He had lost everything that night.

"I think I might know how, Ty. Matty, my ex, he's really good at hacking into shit. Maybe he could get into the cameras on the street of the club and get the survalance from the night that Josh stopped by when you weren't in." Troye explained, holding Tyler's hand a little Tighter. He would do anything for Tyler.

Tyler hummed quietly, shaking his head. "Its okay. I already have an idea as to how I'm going to do this. I'm just going to search him up on Instagram or something and then go to his work." Tyler smiled softly, leaning in to press his forehead against Troyes. "I mean he is a rich man."

"I love you, Tyler." Troye whispered. "You're my best friend and you'll always be."

Tyler grinned softly. "I love you too, Troye."