S L O W T O W N

Home Alone

Tyler awkwardly smiles, stopping on the mat as soon as he steps inside to take his shoes off.

Jordan extends a flat palm sidewards, Tyler now knowing what this meant slaps it, pulling back to fistbump him.

"Sick my dude, dinners nearly ready," Jordan gestures towards the kitchen, the warm atmosphere a stark contrast to where Tyler had just come from, a fire place blazing to heat the tiny house.

As Tyler enters the kitchen, Abby rounds the corner from the hallway, running directly into Tyler as she screams in joy, ducking between his legs and peeking up at him.

"Hi TyTy,"

"Hey little one, seen Joshy?" Tyler grins as he pats the top of her head.

Another figure also rounds the corner at top speed, this one wearing a green alien mask.

The alien stops before it crashes into Tyler and rips the the cover off, face embarrassingly red.

"I like that mask," Tyler grins, Jordan chuckling as he walks past.

Abby is still gripping the outside of Tyler's legs as she pokes her tongue out at Josh.

"That's unfair Abby you can't hide behind Tyler,"

"Can too! I just did!" Abby protests, Jordan idling around in the background, a glass of juice in hand as he watches the commotion.

"Oh yeah? Well what if I take Tyler away from you?!" Josh grabs a shocked Tyler by the waist, his eyes widening with a loud gasp as Josh throws him into a fireman's rescue, turning and marching down the hall.

Abby yells out and rushes after them, tugging on Tyler's hands.

"I want TyTy! He's mine!" Abby whines, Josh ignores this.

"No TyTy is mine, go play Abby," he slams his bedroom door with his foot.

"Can I come down now?" Tyler huffs just as Josh throws him onto the bed, climbing on top, an evil glint dancing in his eye, two hands grabbing Tyler's waist and pushing him down.

Tyler squeaks as mouths clash together, Josh grabbing Tyler and pulling him up slightly off the bed to attack his neck with kisses, carefully to avoid the scarring, sucking bruises into his skin.

Tyler giggles loudly at the raspberries Josh begins blows on his throat, hands moving to tickle his sides viciously.

"You ready?" Josh bites his lip, locking eyes with a frightened looking Tyler.

"F-for, what?"

Josh licks his lower lip, fingers finally moving to make Tyler squirm and scream, tickling him until tears starting to form at the corner of his eyes.

"No no wait no!" Tyler kicks, hands trapped between their chests. His pleads do nothing as Josh continues the onslaught of tickles and kisses and tickles and kisses until Tyler feels like he's going to pass out from shock and laughter.

Josh stops as abruptly as he started, pinning Tyler to the bed and snuggling up, now softly and more controlled with his lips as they press close into Tyler's, two hands cradling each side of Tyler's blushing cheeks.