Lie To Me//Multiship

The One Where They Visit Ross

grr3: hey fuckers! wanna come to my house and come in my pooool.

goner: i dunno.. i can't really swim very well

grr3: do you want to be a loser, Joseph?

goner: not really...

grr3: then come to my house. my parents aren't home and we have margaritas and football players ;)

bluerabbits: don't you think Ty should hold off on drinking, Ryan? i mean he's a year younger than us and he's new. i don't wanna drink. leave it up to him

grr3: whatever. you're both losers

grr3: but i love you whores anyway

goner: what...

At Tyler's House

"Ryan Ross. He lives Beverly Hills,"
"The George Ryan Ross III?? Ew! He fucked my boyfriend and made him leave me!" Tyler's sister replied.
"That's his full name? I thought his kik name was just Grr because he's fiesty..." Tyler said quietly to himself.
"You really should not go to his house," Madison sighed, "but I guess I can't stop you."
"Can you drive me then?" Tyler looked at his sister with pleading eyes, seeing as how she had a license and Tyler did not.
"Whatever, yeah fine, but you're paying for gas," She rolled her eyes, grabbed a pear off the kitchen counter along with her keys. She tossed the pear into Tyler's hands, starting out the door. "Eat that. Ross means drinking and drinking means hangovers. Pears help."
Tyler takes a bite of the pear, following quickly behind his older sister. They drive for a little while, singing songs by Ariana Grande, Taylor Swift, and especially Fergie. He loves the feeling. The wind blowing in his face, putting his arms up so he can feel like he's flying. It was amazing to him.
"We're in your final resting place... are you sure you want to be here, Ty?" Madison said, putting the brake on in front of a mansion that looks bigger than anything Tyler had ever seen. The sign on the front gate read "Ross" in cursive golden letters.
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry, Mads. Thank you so much," Tyler replied, getting out of the car with a bag of a change of clothes and his phone charger and the other necessities. He started up to the gate, being greeted by the face he would one day despise seeing.