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" Ridin', ridin' 'round town, they gon' feel this one, oh (Got my eyes open) "
Love was a drug. A chemical in the brain, something that you felt all over all the time. Love was seen as perfect and vital and deadly. Tyler had never thought love was important. He never thought of it like that, for all his friends made it seem so addicting and painful.
Who would set themself up to be hurt so bad? He'd never thought it would matter.
Tyler was sitting in a circle of a friends, dozing iff as he heard them laugh and joke at each other. Beams of sun beat down onto them and he had somewhat wished he had never left the house. The skate park was filled with sounds. Kids yelling, the chime of bicycle chains, skateboard wheels hitting the concrete. If he was wasting time he would definitely waste it here.
When he thought of love he remembered his friends talking about girls, the finest bitches, perfect faces, spending time and money on them. To him it sounded like adopting a pet. His mother always told him perfect wasn't real. He's supposed to believe that a four letter word made someone perfect in seconds? It felt like he had circled the possibilities a thousand times, and still came put with null. Feeling though was a completely different experience. It felt like walking through fire and being drenched in ice water all the same. His lung emptied themselves and he forgot how to breathe. First, he thought it was an asthma attack when his eyes fell on a figure across the park. A figure that already found itself walking in his direction. Cement blocks were on his feet and he fell stock still.
This feeling was new, unaccustomed and he didn't like it as it coursed through him. Finally he was able to push himself, his tall figure fumbling as he snatched up one of his friends skateboard and hit the pavement. His breathing rung hard in his ears and his face went warm.
