Warning: anxiety, profanity, makeout (sorta) sesh.
I feel so weird writing make outs. I always imagine my friends reading them and then hating me. But they also make me laugh so much it's unreal.
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Y/N's eyes opened to be staring at the ceiling. She spread her arms over her head as she stretched her muscles. She quickly jumped as her hand made contact, forcedly I must add, with a face beside her. She jumped, and the face chuckled.
"M'you're lucky I'm a morning person'M." He slurred, stretching himself out and then curling himself into his girlfriend's side. Y/n ran her hand through his hair.
"Sorry for smacking you in the face." She giggled, and Tyler pressed his lips to her jawline.
"I'll get used to it." He said quickly, before continuing down her neck. Her chest exploded with a warm sensation, and she let out a shaky breath. He adjusted himself in a more comfortable position as he continued down her neck, moving her shirt as much as he could to kiss her bare shoulder. She ran her hand through his hair, and softly grasped a few hairs in her fingers. She could feel him smile onto her skin, and he quickly, and in desperate motions, moved on top of her making her giggle.
He kissed her lips, as he snaked his arms under her, pressing her closer to him. She was so close to him she swore she felt hisâ
Knock knock
Tyler quickly bounced off of her, rolling to his side of the bed. Y/n rubbed her fingers on the tender spots on her neck, before letting out a groan to the voice she heard outside their bedroom door.
"I made waffles." Jenna cheered, before giggling. "Are you guys awake? Do I have to come in there?"
"No!" The both said immediately, their eyes were wide. Y/n's neck was pampered with hickeys, not something they wanted their roommate seeing.
Tyler began to understand what y/n meant by 'when was she leaving?' But he could never just kick her out. Y/n just had to learn to live with her.
"We should go down there before she bursts in here." Y/n giggled, but Tyler could tell she was annoyed. He was a little annoyed to. He was really looking forward to what was to come.
Y/n looked down at Tyler's lap and snorted a giggle. "I'll go down first."
Tyler looked down, and covered his lap with his pillow. Yeah, he was really looking forward to it. Y/n hopped up and headed to the bathroom, quickly applying foundation over her hickeys, and grabbing her robe hung up on the towel rack. She tied it around her and then opened the bedroom door.
"Good luck." She strung out her vowels, as she leaned on the doorknob like a child. Tyler chuckled.
"Get out of here!" He shooed, and she laughed as she closed the door behind her.
Jenna smiled as y/n entered the dining room/kitchen. "I already made you a plate." She chirped.
"Okay." Was all she said. She took a bite and her eyes rolls to the back of her head with pleasure. "This is so good, what the hell?"
Jenna chuckled. "Only for the best." She gave her a warm smile, and y/n furrowed her eyebrows. Why was she being so nice?
She looked behind her. Was Tyler down here and she didn't know it? No! They were totally alone. Jenna sighed as she sat across from y/n.
Oh, here it comes. Y/n thought and her expression went blank as she watched Jenna try to form words.
"I heard you guys arguing last night." She started, fake sympathy radiating off of her concerned features.
"Oh really?" Y/n lifted her chin up with her palm as she took small bites of her waffles with her hand.
"Yes, and I want you to know something." She still sounded sympathetic, whiney almost. Y/n hummed as she nodded her head waiting for her to finish. "I lived here first." Her voice changed. Y/n looked up. "I was with him first." She stood up, placing her fist down on the counter as she leaned in. Y/n leaned back. "And I will not be treated like shit because you fucking hate me, am I clear?" Her voice was quiet and low, but it rung through y/n's ears like she was wearing earphones at the highest volume. Fear struck y/n's heart as she looked into the crazy, wild, blue eyes, but she only gave her a bitchy look.
"You're very clear." She replied, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. Jenna smiles, cocking her head as she stared at her.
"Good." She bit her lip, and returned to making waffles.
She felt a hand rub her back, and looked up to see Tyler sitting down beside her with his hair still messy from her hands. She smiled, pushing the fierce talk into the back of her mind.
"What's for breakfast?" Tyler started, even though he could see it in front of him. He wanted to break the silence.
"Waffles! Your favorite." Jenna smiled sweetly as she passed him his share. He moaned at the taste that hit his mouth.
"She makes the best waffles." He said, and Jenna's face heated up in embarrassment.
"Well," she began, "it's my mother's recipe."
"Yeah, but it's the best." Tyler rolled his eyes playfully. Y/n sat in silence as she listened to them tease and talk.
She picked at her waffles, now losing her appetite. As much as she thought about the fierce discussion Jenna shoved down her throat, the more she felt like throwing it up.
Tyler's phone jumped y/n out of her daze. "What is it?" Y/n and Jenna asked in unison. Y/n cringe at how similar they sounded, and slouched down in her chair.
"It's Josh. he's already ready to have lunch." He laughed. "Hold on, I'm going to call him real quick, I'll be right back." He patted y/n's thigh, and Jenna nodded.
Jenna looked over at y/n with a small smile. "Did you enjoy the waffles?"
"I did. Yeah." Y/n replied shortly. She didn't want to be mean to this woman. She didn't want to be mean to her boyfriend's friend, and roommate. She was now her roommate too.
Jenna let out a content sigh. "Good. That's one thing you and Tyler have in common." She stuck up her index finger signing a 1.
Y/n gave her a smile that could kill if it wanted to, as she nodded. "Yes."
She got up, and rolled her eyes, pushing her chair in, and walking up the stairs and into the bedroom. She plopped herself down onto the bed like a Ragdoll, and let out a long groan.
Was it really this much of a workout to live at home? She kinda missed her old roommate.
After a few minutes passed she heard the wood flooring creak as someone made their way to the bedroom. She let out a whine, assuming it was Jenna.
"You okay, baby?" It was Tyler, and he rubbed her back, his hand gliding with her curved figure, and he laid down beside her.
Her face was squished to the unmade bed, her hand under her chest to hold herself in a comfortable position. "I'm fine. I just feel a little sick."
That wasn't a lie. She felt sick to her stomach with anxiety. She felt as if she was living with a serial killer. And she wasn't talking about Tyler, the cereal consumer.
"You want me to get you something? Tylenol, or whatever girls use that are in those boxes?" He asked, and y/n giggled at his assumption.
"You think I'm on my period, Tyler?" She saw Tyler's nose scrunch up at the word and that only made her laugh harder. She rolled over on her back as she laughed.
"What?" He began to laugh along out of instinct.
"Nothing." She finally calmed down, and Tyler crawled over to where his face was lingering above hers. He tucked a piece of her hair away from her face.
"Tell me." He said, and she shook her head her smile not leaving her face.
"I'm not on my period." She mumbled, looking into his eyes as he examined her face.
He decided to ignore her statement. "I love living with you already." He said quietly, his eyes lingering around her lips before traveling to her cheeks, hair, eyes, eyebrows, forehead, and even her neck where his work was now covered with foundation.
Y/n didn't know how to respond. She didn't really know how she felt about living with him yet.
No, she knew how she felt. She loved living with him. She hated living with Jenna.
Instead of answering she leaned up and pressed her lips to his for a soft chaste kiss. He smiled, before dragging his index finger from her nose down her lips and to her chin.
"We have to go pick up our stuff from the venue. We're going to clean up, and then go to lunch like I promised Josh. Is that okay with you?" Tyler asked, and y/n nodded.
He smiled before pecking her lips one last time and standing up. "Do you think you can? Y'know, you feeling sick and all-"
"No, I feel much better now." Y/n smiled.
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Josh groaned. "This is the worst part of the whole concert thing.
"Agreed." Tyler and Jenna said in unison. They shared surprised glances to one another before bursting into laughter.
Josh shifted his gaze to y/n before rolling his eyes at the two laughing.
Y/n appreciated how thoughtful Josh was. Of course, he could tell Jenna liked Tyler. Everyone could tell except for Tyler. Josh was more of a Y/S/N (your ship name) than a Jyler.
Y/n smiled as she grabbed a balled up sock that was in Tyler's small locker and threw it at Josh. He lifted his arms up in instinct, before beginning to laugh.
"What was that?" He chuckled, and y/n shrugged.
"Oh, whoops." She giggled and he picked up the sock and threw it back, it hit her straight in the temple. She let out a shriek before bursting into laughter. Josh joining in.
Tyler just stared between the two uncomfortably, his face was full of 'what the hell is happening?'
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"Tacos!" Tyler screamed, after y/n asked 'where should we go?'. Y/n was driving this time, Tyler and Josh in the back and Jenna in the front. Not y/n's choice of seating.
If she got to choose, Jenna would be in the trunk of the car.
"No!" Josh and Jenna whined. Y/n rolled her eyes and set off.
She knew exactly where she was going, and it wasn't to Taco Bell.
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"Taki's... really?" Jenna mumbled, sighing as she trudged behind the group headed for the doors.
Taki's had pizza, spaghetti, and calzones. It wasn't Mexican but it was Italian. Y/N's favorite.
Tyler and Y/n sat beside each other as Jenna sat across from Tyler and Josh across from y/n.
They all settled with water, except for Tyler who got a coke.
"So, how was your first night together?" Josh wiggled his eyebrows, and y/n looked down hiding a blush.
"Uneventful." Tyler answered shortly. "So," he changed the subject, "what should we do after this? We have a whole day ahead of us." His eyes scanned the menu.
"I say we go ice skating." Jenna chimed in, and Tyler looked up, giving her a small smile.
"Jenna: the one with the good ideas." He chuckled to himself.
Y/N's heart ached, and she felt sick to her stomach. She looked down, and Josh placed his hand on her forearm. "You alright?" He asked, and Tyler looked up, furrowing his eyebrows as he stared at Josh's hand on his girl's arm.
He was so confused.
Y/n nodded, before standing up. "I need to use the bathroom."
And she left.
"What was that, man?" Tyler questioned, his eyebrows furrowed so much his face was wrinkled.
"She looked pale." Josh shrugged.
Jenna giggled, and both of the boys turned their head to Jenna, giving her a questionable glance. She looked down and shook her head.
After a few minutes of waiting for y/n to return, she didn't.
"Maybe I should check on her?" Josh asked, and Tyler scoffed.
"Yeah, that's a boyfriend job." He began to slide out of the booth but found that y/n was back, and was wanting to sit back down.
He gave her room, and then rubbed his hand into her inner thigh. "You alright, baby?" He whispered, and y/n nodded.
"I just don't feel good." She mumbled, leaning her head onto the table. She felt mentally sick. Her stomach was eating up her entire body.
She instantly felt bad, because once the food arrived all she could do was scrunch up her nose in disgust. She lost her appetite, and Tyler paid for her meal.
Josh ended up gulping it down for her, but he constantly asked if she wanted a bite.
"You can lean your head on my shoulder if you want to." Tyler murmured, rubbing her thigh with his hand. She accepted the offer and closed her eyes.
She just wished she was back in her bed; In her bed where her best friend was just a room away. But now her other best friend was next to her and was still totally oblivious to her feelings.
She felt like hell. And she hated to admit it, but it was because of Tyler.
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Sigh, so many parts.