d r e a m b o y | t. russell

8: m o o d y

It was Sunday morning, which meant Ty would have to go to the hospital wing for the oh-so-dreadful checkup. He groaned as he rolled over in bed, he had his duvet pulled over his head where only his eyes peeked out. His hand was lazily thrown onto the nightstand, grabbing his phone. 'Ughhh it's already ten.' He sat up, and with much effort, he shuffled to the bathroom. His brown hair was overgrown and stuck up at odd angles, while his dull, grey eyes were sullen and accompanied by purple eye bags.

A comb ran through Ty's wild hair, tugging roughly at the knots and tangled locks. He grunted, his shoulders slumped. 'I need to cut this mop of shit.' He continued to comb his hair, then proceeded to brush his teeth. Right off the bat, his morning was going fantastic. Not to mention the toxic attitude. He scowled at the reflection in the mirror, tired, grey eyes drilling into each other. He slammed the drawer closed and clenched his jaw.

All to say, Ty was not in the mood to deal with any bullshit. He had woken up late and had to go straight to the appointment, which he honestly didn't give a shit about at this point, and his mind wouldn't stop nagging about pointless things he could care less about. He mumbled a string of curses under his breath as he walked into the kitchen, pulling open the refrigerator door with unnecessary force.

"Morning Ty!" Pip greeted with her usual grin. 'Fuck off i don't have time to deal with your shit.' He didn't respond.

Ty took an apple from the fridge and closed the door, he turned to Pip with an emotionless glare and walked past her.

"Uhmmmm okay.... I guess I'll just leave you be..." Pip said, obviously having realized the 'fuck off' vibe from him.

Ty was blinded by his own unstable emotions, which had taken over his system, negatively. He went back upstairs, apple in hand, and trudged down the hallway with his shoulders hunched. He bumped into a slightly taller figure, who had been exiting their dorm. Let's just say, the world didn't need two excessively moody teens to bump into each other that morning.

"What the fuck?" Ty growled.

"What's your problem?" Raymond retorted, with the same negative tone.

"Not like you care, fuck off." Ty shoved past him. Not a normal Ty thing to do.

"Me? How about you watch where your going, moron. And fix that goddamn attitude." Raymond pushed his shoulder as Ty walked by him. But, to say the least, that was a normal Raymond thing to do. Ty, still not having a grip on his mental and emotional state, turned back around to face him.

Ty stood merely centimeters away from him, the voice saying 'Stop, stop this, it's your friend it's your crush, it's someone you care about' was just a whisper in the back of his mind. His eyebrows were angled over his eyes, which were slanted and staring straight into Raymond's. Sure, Raymond was naturally just an aggressive person, but his mood was also thrown out into a ditch and replaced by an utter asshole. Thankfully, he had his emotions in control, though, and he made notice to be a little more cautious when approaching this situation. He stood still, he didn't break eye contact. His scowl deepened.

"Don't fucking touch me...." Ty said in a dangerously low tone.

"I can touch you if I want to. Now I don't know what the fuck is up with you this morning, but it's best you knock it off." He harshly poked Ty's shoulder, still staring straight into him.

"Or what?" Ty clenched his jaw.

As if he came from thin air, Matthew rushed to the two before the situation worsened. He separated them, which at that point, they were practically touching they were so close.