Blue Eyed Boy {Completed}

Blue Eyed Boy- Chapter Twenty

We made it to Chapter Twenty!!! Thank you, readers, for following me this far:)

This chapter is from Tyler's POV cause I want you to know how he feels about this! It starts from the ending of last chapter...

Blue Eyed Boy- Chapter Twenty

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Tyler's POV

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"Damn it! Let me love you!"she yelled, her frustration taking over.

My mouth dropped open in surprise, as well as hers. I braced my heart for her next words. She was going to say that she didn't mean it. That it was just heat of the moment.

"Tyler-"I cut her off. I couldn't stand to hear the words exit her mouth.

"I know. You didn't mean it. Let's just go back to the date now,"I shrugged, hiding my feelings with a wall of brick nothingness.

"That's not what I was going to say,"she murmured.

"Then what were you going to say?"a small spark of hope ignited in me, but I put it out. There was no need making this hurt worst.

"I did mean it,"my heart swelled with joy,"I meant every last word of it. It's just...I didn't want it to come out that way. I didn't want to say it now."

"Oh. When did you want to say it? And how?"I asked, curiosity taking over.

"Well, for starters, I didn't want to say it on the first date. I probably scared you away now, guys and their commitment issues. Secondly, I wanted to say it after you did, so that I know that you mean it. Now, you might just say it because you feel pressured,"she shrugged, concluding her thoughts.

"Those are very acceptable reasons. But, they are wrong. I'm not every other guy. I have commitment issues, but not for normal reasons. I have commitment issues because, despite your protests, I don't want to tie you down to me. I would never lie about love."

"So what is your response to my confession?"she asked nervously, biting her plump lip.

"I'm gonna save it for later."

"I'm okay with that,"she slowly shook her head, a smile lighting up her face.

We layed back down and snuggled up together. Eventually it got too cold and late, so we headed back. It took a while to get back, but finally I pulled into Addison's driveway. Instead of letting her walk up alone, I did the gentlemanly thing and walked her to the front door.

She stopped on the front porch and turned around to face me,"Thanks for the food."

"Thanks for the confession,"I smirked and she blushed red.

"Goodnight, love you,"she said, trying to sound casual.

"Goodnight."I leaned forward and captured her soft lips, feeling the usual spark, showing that I truly did return her feelings. I just couldn't make my mouth form the words. They scared me to death. I just don't want to be hurt. I tried to show her how I felt with the kiss.

Then I pulled away and we sat our foreheads together. Then she walked off without looking back and went through the front door. I smiled and walked back to my car, hopping in and driving home.

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The next day was Sunday, so I had nothing to do. I just lounged in my bedroom, in nothing but a pair of pajama pants, and did nothing. My homework was done and everyone else seemed to have plans. Addison was having a mother-daughter day, Spencer was out with her douche boyfriend, Ryan, and all of my guy friends were doing things from studying to doing drugs.

There was nothing for boring old me to do. There was no one to hang out with. No one to call. Life sucks.

I finally got out of the bed for lunch and slipped on a pair of jeans, leaving my shirt off. I went to the kitchen and, since my mom wasn't home, was forced to make my own peanut butter and jelly sandwich. It felt so wierd making my own food.

My mom, though she hated me, at least did her job as a mother. She would do it coldly, without talking, but she did it none the less. For that, a small part of me still loved her. In her mind, what she is feeling has a very reasonable reason. Though, what she doesn't seem to understand, is that none of it is true.

I've had my fair share of trying to convince these stubborn people, that I used to call parents, that what the police and evryone else wasn't true. Of course, it's hard to believe one over a ton. But, I am their son so that should count for something, right?

It was at times like these where I wish that I had told Addison the truth. That I had told her that I wasn't in Canada. In fact, I was just a town over, but she doesn't know that.

I wish that I could spill it all out to her. Then, at times like these, I could unload my problems and someone could help me carry the load. Someone could help me get over this feeling of uselessness and helplessness. Because that is how I feel constantly.

These oh so very recent events have made me feel differently about myself. All of the horrible, taxing events have really weighed me down and I was sick about it. But the truth, no one could help me. We had tried phyciatrist after phyciatrist. Session anfter session of group sharing. And my parents had even tried hospitals and things, so that there son could seem more normal in a social environment.

That was what hurt the most, knowing that they weren't doing it for my well-being, but for their reputation. I was their son, but that didn't matter. They are the main reason that I am this f*cked up, and I'm not afraid to admit it. Now if I could only convince myself that it wasn't my fault.

Suddenly the cordless phone rang and I dashed to go get it. My bare feet slapped against the cold, wood floor and my fingers grasped the device. I pulled it up to my ear and pressed answer.

"Hello,"I spoke hesitantly into it.

"Hi, is this Mr. Tyler Hastings?"a man's voice asked on the other end.

"Yes, sir."

"I have been told to have you come down to the police station,"the man said.

"What? Why?"

"There has been an accident with your sister and your presence is needed."

What the hell is going on here?

"Okay. Can you tell me now?"I asked, worried.

"No. I have direct orders to not release any information, just to have you come down to the station,"he sighed.

"I'm on my way."

I dropped the phone into its charging station and ran upstairs. I quickly slid into a t-shirt and grabbed a hoodie off of my coat rack. Slipping on my sperries, I rushed out of the front door and hopped into the car. I sped to the police station, wary of why I was being called and not my parents.

What shit has Spencer gotten herself into?

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Soooooo... what do you think is going on with Spencer?

Cliff hanger......:)

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