Tyler and Madyson's relationship has always been flirtatious. It's just how things were.
With one picture everything changes. Thus turning their flirting and friendship down a more serious and sexual road. Tyler wants it. Madyson wants what's best f...
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"So, what'd you do earlier?" Pete questions as I get in the car.
"Ya know, just hung around." I inform. I close the door, and he locks the car before pulling off.
"Tyler wasn't answering his phone. Do you know why?" I look over at Pete, who's facial expression hasn't changed from the serious look on his face.
"That's weird. I haven't heard from him." I say. Pete obviously knew something was up. He wouldn't possibly be able to figure it out though.
"Are you sure? I heard your sister say something about being out. She said possibly Tyler." Pete glances over at me for a split second before looking back at the road. I sigh lightly. I knew I shouldn't have said anything to Stephanie.
"Oh, yeah. Well, I had to give him....A box that my dad was giving away. For beard and mustache trimming." I reply. It was a stupid excuse, but if Pete believed it. Then all is well.
"Oh really?" Obviously not believing the bullshit spewing from my mouth.
"Mhmm." I hum on response.
"So, you weren't perhaps...At his flat. Doing unspeakable things." He suggests. My eyes go wide as I look over at him.
"I'm sorry, what?" I question.
"Oh, just wondering. Not like you guys did anything right?" Pete questions.
"Yes....I mean no. No. No. I meant no." I say.
"Let's just talk about anything else." I mumble.
"Why? We're both adults here. No need to keep secrets. Especially if you consider me to be your best friend." He points out. I roll my eyes.
"There's nothing to talk about. Once an idea is in your head there isn't any use trying to get it out." I look at my shoes, paying him no mind. I looked at my shoes or hands a lot if I was getting yelled at, or if situations that required me to speak up arose.
"To prove yourself....We will...hm. Go to a club. See if you're really single, and not fooling around with my best friend." Pete replies.
"Why's it matter if I am? Like I'm not saying that I am. But, if I was then what?" I question.
"It matters because it's weird. That'd be like if one day I started sleeping with you, or Ben just started sleeping with you." He taps his finger against the wheel as he awaits my response.
"But you're too....Ben's way too old for me and Liz would murder us." I exclaim.
"What? I'm too what?" He questions. Slightly annoyed by the whole conversation at this point.
"Too, you. You get mad. You are too much for me. As a best friend to handle. Let alone as anything more....We should get you a girlfriend." I suggest. Maybe if he had a girl, he wouldn't worry about what I'm doing all the time.
"Not happening. I like being single. Everyone gets a piece of the bruiserweight."
"But, sleeping with one girl, loving one girl, going on dates with one girl. Doesn't that sound nice to you?" I push a little more.
