Prologue

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Tyler Oakley stood watching the younger man across the street. He didn't mean to watch. He knew he was being odd. But as far as he could tell this young man was who he had been waiting for his entire life.

Currently this man, or rather boy, sat on top of a car bonnet pushing his tongue down a girls throat. It disgusted Tyler. He couldn't help it. He was after all born in 1930 and it was now 2015, so you could say he was rather old fashioned. But he needed the help of this boy regardless.

He walked towards the lad who was now gripping the head of this young blonde girl.

As if he needed her any closer. Tyler thought, but he approached the two regardless.

He coughed when he felt he had gotten near enough, and thankfully the two separated quite quickly.

"Um...hi," Marcus said extending his hand. "Are you Mr. Oakley?"

"Yes, that's me." Tyler responded, shaking the young man's hand slowly.

"I'm really excited about this journey. But your route was quite confusing," Marcus said looking over to the bonnet where a map marked with red was sitting.

"It's important I take that route, Mr. Butler," Tyler said quickly.

"But you know we could cut out a week of travel if we just-"

"Very important, Mr. Butler," Tyler said cutting him off.

"Well alright. Sure," Marcus said smiling at him. "Should we just get going then?"

And when Tyler nodded his head Marcus unlocked the car and gestured for him to get into the passenger seat. And once Marcus was finished whispering goodbyes to the blonde he got in from the other side.

The car was brought into ignition and Marcus turned to Tyler.

"Well? Are you ready, Mr. Oakley?"

And once Tyler nodded his head they drove off towards the edge of New York, Tyler looking out of his window to watch as the sun began to set over the skyline until he shut his eyes and listened to the purr of the engine.

*Authors note in next part*

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