Love

Chapter 12

*Didupe* Tyler's phone chimed as it vibrated on his nights stand.

*Didupe**Didupe* It chimed once more. Tyler tossed in his sleep at the verbal disturbance, but refused to wake.

*Didupe**Didupe**Didupe* His phone chimed and vibrated in constant succession. Still Tyler lay. Opening his eyes in irritation, he refused to make a move for the phone, because that would mean he's awake, more importantly it meant he couldn't go back to sleep. Closing his eyes he hoped that whoever was messaging him early this morning had given up. But they hadn't.

*Riiiiiiiiing* *Riiiiiiiiing* *Riiiiiiiiing* *Riiiiiiiiing* *Riiiiiiiiing*

"Oh for fukksake!" he sleepily slurred picking up his phone. He looked at the caller ID, and above it read the time: it was Katie and it was six fort-five in the morning.

Tyler answered the phone, refusing to say a word. The line was silent except for Katie's breathing.

"Tyler!" she yelled through the mic. Tyler winced at the high-pitched voice as he moved the phone away from his ear.

"Fuck you Katie." he replied bluntly.

"Awe! Come on, get up. We're going to go get coffee." She replied unfazed by his comment.

"Give me like an hour more of sleep and I'll be ready," he said as he slid his head back onto the pillow.

"Not possible."

"And why is that?" he asked closing his eyes.

A loud series of bangs echoed through his dorm room. His roommate shot out of his bed, sitting upright.

"What the fuck is that!?!" he yelled still half asleep.

Tyler waved a hand in his direction, urging him to go back to sleep. His roommate nodded, thinking the whole thing had been a dream and went back to sleep without another word.

Tyler strolled over to the door and opened it slowly. His light brown hair puffed in a multitude of directions, giving him a lazy looking bedhead. He squinted through sleepy eyes at Katie who sported a toned down version of a kinky schoolgirl outfit, with typical red and plaid skirt, white button up cotton blouse, white stockings, and black shoes. Her red hair was done up in two perfect braids, what so many straight guys would give to have her standing at their door in the morning. Tyler was no straight guy in need of a naughty school girl, nor was he happy to be up this early especially since he had class at eight, and he was neither happy to be awakened in such a manner.

Katie looked Tyler up and down, stopping once below his waist, smiling and continued to his face. "Nice," she said her eyes darting back down to his crotch.

Tyler was wearing nothing but his underwear, his usual trunks, blue if he had to guess; typically Tyler would have put something around him to shield his near nakedness before getting to the door or would have peaked out from behind the door, but this was the morning and his give-a-fuck meter was below zero. So he couldn't give a shit whether or not he was in his underwear sporting a semi with the door open. Though he wasn't entirely aware of what was going on down south, but he was still too tired to care.

Katie pushed her way into his room, quiet and considerate on the morning of "first day of class" at a college–as you do– and hurried Tyler with her hasty hands.

Tyler dressed slowly, which bugged Katie, which Tyler enjoyed, because fuck Katie for making him get up early. He didn't shower, nor did he brush his teeth, coffee would take care of his mouth and deodorant would mask his musk. Strolling out of his dorm room in moccasins, socks, sweatpants shorts, a blue shirt, and an 'I don't give a fuck' look on his face, he was ready to start his college day.