But he's Tyler...

---Marcus POV---

When the others wasn't looking I ran into the bathroom. I had saw him in the corner. He was clinging to Zoe and that just did it. His hair was so gorgeous, a fade blue colour with that perfectly shaped quiff and I could hear his laugh from all the way over here. It just filled the room. His cute chuckle he so hated filled me up and just started to melt my insides.

This trip was going to be much harder than I had ever imagined.

I turned on a tap and let the cool water run over my arms before splashing my face multiple time to try and reduce the large blush settling on my cheeks. It failed.

I sighed and turned and thought through my options. I could walk out there and act overly excited about seeing Tyler. I could walk out there all shy and keep my head down. I sighed deeper and thought about the mess I had got myself into.

I was to engrossed in my thoughts to realize Joe had walked in and was looking at me in the mirror. He saw the pain on my face and drew me into his arms. I just let everything out on his shoulder, uncaring of what he would say.

After 5 minutes of just standing here in his arms, I pulled away, embarrassed at my outburst. I looked at my feet as he began speaking.

"Marcus, I've know you for years and you have never had an outburst like that. I think I know cause so are you going to tell me?"

I didnt say anything, but a stray tear stained my face as it rolled down from my eye.

"Is it Tyler?"

I slowly nodded, unsure of what else to do.

"Oh Marcus. Listen, I'm going to get you through this week, Okay? No matter what it takes, you will either go home with him on your arm or with you over him. Now lets get you cleaned up."

I was taken back by his bluntness but agreed. I knew he didn't have anything else to say. He cleared up my face as best as he could had, with a big breath, walked out of the room.

Unsurprisingly, everyone was standing right outside the bathroom door.