♡A-A-A-A-A-And they call you Baby Blue, 'cause it's your favorite colour♡
After being expelled, Tyler is sent to a boarding school for 'troubled youths' where a certain teacher catches his eye. But life at Rose Wood Towers is not simple.
Tyler's los...
A/n: I've just come back from my holiday so I finally have time and wifi to update.
I'm sorry about being gone for so long.
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Tyler's Pov:
I woke up early that morning, Monday morning. Officially it being my second week at Rose Wood Towers, however it felt as if I'd been here for ages; trapped inside this damned boarding school, bored and miserable although I end up doing something new everyday. Going places I've never been, with Ryan of course to guide me. The countryside sucks but it can be... Interesting. The beach here is pretty cool but it's annoying whenever the wind gushes forward and brings up the sand with it, flying into my itching and irritated eyes.
I do desperately want to go back home. It sounds odd, but I miss the honking of cars and the noises of traffic that woke me up before my alarm clock. The comforting chattering of pedestrians walking down the street, their shoes treading along the pavement as bike bells rung in the air. At the time, I hated it. But now I just feel empty without the constant noise to fill me. Living in the middle of nowhere is uncomfortably quiet.
There's the occasional car that will speed down the uneven main road, or the squaking of seagulls in the sky- but apart from that, it's silent.
I sat up in my bed, the white bed sheets shuffled around me as I leaned back against the headboard. The room was still dark, not a single ray of sunshine seeped through the window. It must've been really early. Or the gloomy winter weather was just clouding over the sun. But either way, the room was almost black.
I blinked. Eyes adjusting. Scratching the back of my neck, I reached over to my nightstand and grabbed my phone off the charger. The screen flashed on and I squinted my eyes at the sudden blinding light shooting up at my face. Blinking again, I rubbed my eyes with my knuckle, blurred vision staring down at the time displayed on my phone: 5:08am.
Wow, it is early.
I groaned setting my phone back down. The sun wouldn't start to rise until 6:00am- at the least. Since it was winter, days were slowly getting shorter and night dragged on. December always had me exhausted, and not just to do with the weather. Christmas was nearing too. Ugh.
Why am I the one to always wake up in the early hours of dawn?
My neck turned to my right where Ryan's bed was. He still was fast asleep, snug in his duvet covers and cuddling into the side of his pillow. The boy's light brown curls of his hair fell softly over his pale face casting black shadows. If I strained my eyes hard enough, I could just make out the gentle features of his face in the darkness; eyelids closed shut while small, barely-audible breaths escaped his parted lips.
