Bedroom Mates

Bedroom Mates

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Waking up next to someone after having a little too much to drink was no new riveting story in this day age.Waking up next to another boy,when you were also a boy,was a little more interesting.... But waking up in Trey Miller's sheets?! To Tyler,it was a nightmare come to life. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Tyler William's life was uneventful,and frankly he liked it that way.He didn't get into trouble,he kept his grades up,he played it safe.Now starting his last year of highschool,Ty was content to continue living his life as he always has, but sometimes and only sometimes,he caught himself wishing that something could make ripples in his tiny world. What he wasnt ready for were the waves that were Trey Miller,a troublemaker,womanizer,and an incredibly popular boy at our school.He was basically everything Ty was not.Trey was the type of guy that Tyler never wanted to associate with,but after waking up in his arms with panic on his chest and pain everywhere else.He realized that his life was going to get much more complicated.It took about everything to try not to drown as the waves pulled him further and further down. But,somewhere along the way,he wasnt sure that drowning was a actually a bad thing...?
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!!Trigger warning: suicide, Implied/Referenced Self Harm!! Warnings before sections. . This book is currently discontinued, if I find motivation to finish it it is not in the foreseeable future. . "Trust me." His voice was soft and calming, the way that a good father could be assumed to sound. "This isn't what you want, it never has been and it never will be. Confusion is difficult to work through, but if you just let me help you, I can show you that it can be worked through." He rolled up his sleeve, showing several white streaks across his skin. The other was shocked. "N-no, I'm not good for anything, I'm nothing there's nothing for me." He shook his head many times, holding it in his hands after a bit. "No." "Can I touch you?" The boy who was trying to help this poor soul had approached a few paces. His voice was now quieter, more soft, and still caring. The boy at the bridge took a moment to think, then nodded his approval. The savior gently took the boy's hands delicately in his own and gently pulled the boy back. Well, less of a pull and more of a gentle suggestion. It worked and the boy stumbled down off of the edge. The boy started to cry. How could he be so weak that a boy, the same age as him, who seemed to have the same ideas and hatred toward himself as he, could keep him from stepping off? The other simply gently led him to his vehicle and took out a water bottle out of the backseat. The boy took it and looked at it suspiciously. "It's untampered, look, it's still sealed." Upon seeing this, the boy opened it and took a few sips of water. "Thank you. For the water." The savior smiled. "It's nothing much." He shrugged. "Have a phone? If you want I can put my number in and then you'll always be able to tell someone if you're having a pissy day." Surprisingly enough, the boy agreed. . They would both be around twenty.

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