idk what this it b u t it is vital to the plot,,,
the plot of the last ten chapters.
this is going to be around 88 chapters so whoop!
also, sorry for being so inactive recently my mom is being hella iffy about literally everything.
so yes,,, this chapter.
what the diddly heck is it?
basically you can choose to skip it so you don't try to guess the ending OR you can read because it's more insight than spoilers.
anywho, welcome to the chapter!
ten years ago-- tylers second year of high school-- ohio.
pre sadness
"Tyler! What's up my man?" Brendon shouted from the other side of the school.
"Not much Beebo, what's hanging' in Urie-ville?"
"More like who's banging'!"
"You really are a character, Brendon."
"Always have been, always will be."
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Melanie was painting Tyler's back in shades of vibrant autumn. Reds were swirling into oranges, yellows, and browns and the slight tickling sensation from the bunch was sending Tyler into a fit of giggles.
"Mel, that tickles!"
"Stop laughing! You'll make me mess up!"
Tyler just kept giggling. Melanie rolled her eyes.
"Tyler kichert gern, ja?"
"Englisch bitte."
Tyler tried to hold in his giggles, he really did. His tongue hurt from biting it and his cheeks were sore from straining not to laugh. Alas, his efforts were in vain and he burst out laughing, to Melanie's dismay.
"Tyler!"
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"Gee, did you here the new Paramore song?"
"Holy cow man, that's the best song I've ever heard."
"Wanna play kickball?"
"Hell yeah. This shit is easy peasy pumpkin peasy, pumpkin pie motherfucker."
Tyler snorted.
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"Next up is, uh, Peter, with his pitch. Peter?"
"Mrs, Dubose, please call me Pete. Peter is for parents and the bedroom." Most of the class laughed.
"Now, have you guys ever come back from a poetry reading and were so moved you were brought to tears? Has your fringe ever not covered and obscured your entire face? Do you often suffer from wearing your eyeliner better than most people at your school? I know I do. What you all need is a Sham-Why-me?. It's the perfect emo handkerchief. It comes in many shapes and sizes, from the-void-where-my-soul-is-supposed-to-go black to I-cry-because-life-is-so-unfair blue, we have the product that is right for you!"
The whole class was clapping and hollering. Mrs. Dubose sat in the back, not really sure what she should make of Pete.
"Now, that's not the only product I have for my fellow emos."
He walked over to Patrick, slamming his hands in his desk.
"What kinda hair you got, boy?" Pete kinda-shouted.
Patrick started stuttering. "I-I ki-i-inda got-t a po-oof."
Pete nodded solemnly. "You see class, this is not emo."
Many nodded in agreement.
"Does he have a fringe? No. Is he sitting dejectedly on a train with a raven? No. Is he liberally applying eyeliner so his tears are black? No. There's a problem there. What Patrick here needs is 'All Banged Up.' It clips onto the hair with minimal movement, perfect for our short haired emo fellows. It comes in many natural hair colors, perfect for adding those 'rawr XD' streaks in your hair. Comes at the low price of $6.99."
The class was rioting.
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"Class, we have to discuss a pressing matter. Someone threw an egg out of our window."
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"So Dallon, elaborate."
"Well, I met my cat on tinder. Her name is Stella, she's a real sweetie pie. I love those cute gnomes you find in goose parks, I think they're called children? Sometimes I pretend I'm a hairdresser and cut doll hair, I might go pro."
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Life couldn't be any better.
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Fanfictiontyler has lived a shy life, until he meets the stranger that knocks on his door at three am. asking for a place to stay. that's when tyler made his house a home.
