Tyson

Happiness

Athena

Day... I don't even know anymore.

all I know is, this isn't my Tyson.

Tyson doesn't like people.

and here he is, partying every night.

killing sprees.

this isn't him.

Besides the killing sprees, but this is different.

it's just him.

he's getting drunk at every party,

he's so hurt.

but he's still managing to help me...

when really, I should be helping him.

"Come on" he begs.

"No Ty" I say sternly.

"Just one party with me! You said you could be a bad girl at times, so prove it to me!" he sticks his hands out in front of him.

I sigh. I did say that didn't I? "Fine. But you better stay with me!!!"

"YES!" he throws his arms up. "THANK YOU!"

"Don't make me regret this" I put my hands on my hips.

"You won't" he smirks.

**

"I wanna go home" I cross my arms.

"No way!" Tyson chugs his liquor, making me make a disgusted face. "Wanna try some?"

I shake head. "No. I wanna leave"

"It'll be fun! Trust me!" he smiles widely.

"I'm not a party animal" I huff.

Here's the thing with Tyson,

he doesn't talk to anyone.

he just party's... if that makes sense.

he hates talking to others.

"Tyson!" some dude walks in.

"Wwwwhat the fuck, Tyler? What are you doing here?" Tyson asks.

I look at them both in confusion. "You know each other?"

"Yea. I'm apart of The Red Hooders" the guy says, who I'm assuming is Tyler. "And to answer your question, Tyson, your dad told me to look for you and bring you home"

"And why did he do thattttt?" Tyson raises an eyebrow.

"Because you were gone all day. We used the tracker to find you" Tyler says.

"Trackerrrr?" Tyson asks, growing tipsy.

"Yea you're definitely drunk" Tyler smacks his forehead. "We get trackers inside us when we're parted with an Archer" he tells me.