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Reckless Youths

Reckless Youths

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"Come on Lil, think about it." Tyler glances over at me, his eyes taking in the full extent of my frustration. He is measuring how long I'll be mad for. His sigh tells me he knows it will be a while. "I am the only one thinking about it." "What's one kiss?" I bring my fingers to my lips to blow on them. The damn car's heaters are useless. Tyler takes another look at me and takes my hand in his, the instant warm bringing feeling back. My joints are melting. I'm still mad. "This is a bad idea," I repeat but louder, stronger. They need to know where I stand. "It's a bad idea and I don't want to do it but I will." Colin's laugh relaxes the tense atmosphere and Tyler responds with a grin, his grin, so Tyler-y I can't help but smile back. "God I love you, Lily," he tells me. "Yeah yeah," I chuckle, giving him a light shove. "You can love me later." *** Tyler Wilson and Lilith Dresden have been best friends since the dawn of time, or at least that's what it feels like. Brought together by their lonely childhoods they became inseparable, even now they're all grown up and at university. But there's a little something different about the pair you'd never guess by looking at them; they're internet famous. They are a musical duo who upload weekly videos to YouTube as their job to get them through school and who knows? Maybe one day they will make a career out of it. Then, unthinkably, everything changes. Ty can feel it, Lily can't. Is it serious or can the two keep being 'Ty and Lily', best friends against the world?
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"I think I'm gay." I say, leaving out the part about my... exposing dream about him last night. I watched his expression, waiting for some sign that he was angry. I waited for him to call me a faggot, to curse me off and tell me he never wanted to see me again. Instead, I was greeted with his perfect toothy smile. "That's great man, I'm of proud you." He says, patting my arm as he stuffed another cracker in his mouth. "It takes some real balls to come out to someone." He says, his beautiful green eyes blazing into mine. I felt myself become flustered at his gaze. "Uh, Yeah, Thanks." I stumbled out, "You're not mad?" I ask. His expression turns to hurt as he crinkles his eyebrows. "Why the hell would I be mad?" He asks, hesitating on the crackers and pushing them away. "I just thought-it's just- well... you just always seem so pissed when someone mentions the word gay." I spit out words, scared for his reaction. He sighs, "That doesn't fucking mean I hate gays. Normally when I do that it's because someone's using the word 'gay' to hate on them, it just pisses me off, you know?" He asks, bringing the crackers back into his lap and biting into them. "Plus-" He adds on, "You're my best friend, if anything, you being gay is a blessing. I'll always support you." He says, glancing at me through the side of his eyes. I look away, towards the door to hide the crimson blush that I feel spread over my face. "Thanks." I all but squeak out. And that's the day I realized, I have a faint crush on my best friend. <><><><><< THIS BOOK IS BEING *MAJORLY* EDITED. THERES LOTS OF SPELLING MISTAKES AND NAME MIX UPS, SOME CHAPTERS WILL BE REWRITTEN Also, Please don't be mean to the characters, they aren't even close to perfect, but they don't deserve hate.

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