Concert Vibes || Natewantstobattle / Nathan Sharp

Chapter 20

Now isn't the time to act sad, be tough with him you thought to yourself. You blink away the tears and contort your face into something colder. Rolling the window back up and turning the car completely off again, you opened the door. Tyler took a step back when you did. You stood rather short to him. This whole five foot one thing was a blessing and a curse.

"I'm here to talk to Mark, not you. So if you'll excuse me," you say simply, trying to maneuver your way around him to walk to the front door. But he stays in your way.

"And hurt the poor guy more? You sending Dan at him wasn't enough?" he said coldly. You rolled your eyes rather dramatically and let out a sigh.

"You think I wanted Dan to call him? You think I made him do that? I didn't and Dan went too far. Which is why I'm here, to set everything straight. Now get out of my way," you say firmly. You pass by him but only take a few quick steps before he's in front of you again. He stares coldly down at you and you reciprocate it. "Go ahead Tyler, yell at me. Let your anger out on me. Do it," you taunt. His cold stare grows colder; he's sizing you up with his eyes. When he was silent, you took that as an opportunity to begin walking to the door again, but one step away from Tyler and he spoke again.

"You broke his heart, (Y/N), and you don't care."

You froze in your tracks. You didn't fucking care? You spun back around to face Tyler, whose face is still undeniably hate-filled and cold. You walk up to him and get into his face.

"I don't care? I don't fucking care?" You hissed at him. "Tyler Scheid, you haven't got a fucking clue, do you? Do you think if I didn't care, I would be here right now? Not only is it an hour long drive to even fucking come here, but it's—what," you check your phone quickly to get the time. "10:07. It's ten O'clock at night, and instead of at my apartment, I'm here. Why would that be? Oh yeah, it's because I care about Mark with all of my heart! Maybe it's because he's my best fucking friend, Tyler." you finished. You had gotten so close to his face, you could feel him breathing nervously. Your eyes dug into him like daggers. His face was stone cold but his breaths told you otherwise.

"Now, I'm gonna go fucking talk to Mark, and if you say anything remotely ignorant, I will really break open an old wound," You said.

You turned back around and walked up to the front door. Before you knocked, you hesitated. What if he was pissed at you and didn't want to see you? Then you'd look like a fool. You idiot! Why don't you leave before—no. You will not talk yourself out of this. You will talk to Mark tonight. Knock on that goddamn door, (Y/N).

You knocked on the door gently. It took a couple minutes (and a couple more knocks) but finally, a red tuft of hair peeked out from behind the door. His deep brown eyes were stained red and they were puffed up. Had he been crying? The tears stained on his cheeks only confirmed it.

"(Y/N), I—" he starts, but you cut him off by wrapping your arms around him and pulling him close for a hug. He was frozen, unsure of what to do. But he slowly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close. You stood like that for a minute, embracing him. You could feel him shaking. When you pulled away from him, new tears had fallen from his eyes.

"(Y/N), can you come in for a minute?" he asks timidly. It sounds like he's stuffed up from crying. You nod, and he lets you in, you turn your head to see what Tyler is doing. And damn, he's giving you such a cold start you thought you were going to freeze. You look back to Mark who furrowed his brows at something at the door. Or someone, you assumed that it was towards Tyler or something. But why would he be upset with Tyler?

"I, I heard everything you said to Tyler just now," he says after you both sit down and get somewhat comfortable on the couch. Oh Boy, here we go. That means he heard everything outside.