#⇨ ❛ 𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝚄𝙿 𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙽' 𝙾𝙽! ❜ // VI.

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       @ahsterism​  ! 

       oh, tyler was pumped. this was going to be the night of his life, we’re talking the most killer night of the entire 80′s – nothing was going to beat this for him! why was this one of the best days in tyler’s life, you ask? because a brand new roller rink opened up – in hurricane! ever since the last one had closed ( and even then, that one was a town over. ) he had been left without an outlet to vent out his utter love of skating tricks. the amount of them he had learned, without any proper way to show them off was criminal. but finally – finally he could show all of them to his friends! he was more pumped than pumped!

      “ have you ever been rollerblading before? this is gonna be fucking KILLER. “ tyler asked michael, nudging him with his elbow. it was made painfully obvious by his voice that he was hyped for this beyond belief. he’d been counting down the days ‘til this place had opened up, today was actually opening night! and who better to take with him to the sickest place in town then michael? he wanted to share the experience with him, and had basically complained until michael finally agreed to go with him. 

       tyler already had his skates on, the bottoms of which glowed blue and purple, complimented by the low lighting in the roller rink. he proceeded to sit down next to michael as he revealed the pair of skates he’d gotten him from the counter. “ they said i’m all good to use mine, i got you a pair though! “ his smile was practically beaming, he was clearly hoping michael was going to enjoy this even a little bit. 

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       ⇨  @foxyheads​ 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢!

        tyler was drawn over due to the sounds of something going on. oh, something was definitely getting destroyed over here. the blonde headed over to get a closer look, his curiosity quite piqued as he headed down the street, fully ignoring any warning signs that he might be going towards trouble. trouble was the kind of thing that screamed tyler’s name -- what else coud people expect from him? quite the opposite of what you would expect from such a strict mother, sure, but tyler was fully aware that he was one of those delinquents that mothers gossiped to one another about while watching their kids play in the street. one of the others was -- 

       “ michael! “ tyler offered a greeting, happy that he had wandered into the good trouble. not that he minded the bad kind -- but this was the kinda trouble he could add onto! make a real cataclysm out of things that could’ve just been a small annoyance if he did not fan the flames. “ what’cha doing? you better let me help. “ a hand goes into his pocket, fully prepared to take out his lighter and make this a whole lot worse. 

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 ⇨  @scorelists​  :  ❝ oh i know what your problem is, bonnie boy ! ❞ jude reaches up, poking at his nose before he has time to swat her away. she's hamming it up just a little, but he's so much fun to tease. ❝ you just need a rad pair of shades like mine. then, maybe you'll be as good at the games as me. ❞ ||  unprompted asks.

       jude’s words were enough to get tyler to slight bit offended, the poke on his nose being enough to get an offended scoff out of tyler. a rad pair of shades? even if he knew that it was just judge teasing him, he couldn’t help but laugh at that a slight bit. “ shades? didn’t know that they were such an major part of gaming. “ it really didn’t, he had to hold himself back from outright saying that -- but only because he had a better idea as to how he could one her up here. 

       “ how ‘bout i just take yours then, babes? pretty sure they’d look bitchin’ on me. “ too late for her to do anything about it, since tyler grabs jude and pulls her over to him, locking her in a headlock as he tries to snag her glasses from her. “ you know you wanna give ‘em to me! ya did this to yourself, judy! “ after he’s taken them from her, she’s gonna be getting a hell of a noogie for this. not exactly the best idea to mess with someone taller than you, but leave it to jude to get him all riled up & excited. 

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      ⇨  @scorelists​​ 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢!

       tyler quietly walked over to the arcade. for a few days now, he’d had a plan, one to figure out just who was at the top of a certain arcade game’s score list. not that he cared that much, but it was pretty annoying to his friends that this certain JDY stranger was taking over just about every scoreboard in the arcade. tyler was fighting back this stranger’s scores a bit, reclaiming as many of the boards as he could for himself, and he expected that that might be enough to get the so-called JDJ back to the arcade so he could figure out who they were. 

         the sound of someone going quite hard at the arcade game’s buttons was why he was here. quietly leaning back against the wall behind the machine as he took the other person in silently. well then, was this the so-called JDJ? an eyebrow quirked upwards as he took her in, pretty weird for someone like this to be trying this hard to beat a video game score, eh? 

        " jeez, you’re going pretty hard at it. tryin’ to beat my score? “ he asks, still leaned against the wall. seems this stranger is just about as comfy as can be; happily leaned against the wall as he looks at her. she wasn’t like most of the regulars that went to this pizzeria .. which was to say she wasn’t some little tyke who could barely reach the buttons to play these games in the first place. 

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 ⇨   @goldcoloredglasses​​​ :  ❛ what did i do ? ❜ (from chris) ||  four word sentence starters.

      although tyler respected & liked michael, quite a bit, there were moments where he doubted his judgements. that was normal for kids though, right? to doubt one another, to have little disagreements -- maybe they liked a different type of soda, loved a video game the other despised. but this .. this wasn’t some petty squabble type of thing, was it? it was weird, he knew it was weird -- and he didn’t agree with .. any of this, really.

      his sister poppy meant the world to him, personally. family life was never easy for him, but poppy always made it easier -- he knew that having your siblings to support you was one of the most important thing in a dysfunctional family environment. it made it easier to get through the worst of the worst that you went through, having someone else to lean on when things got tough.

      and that’s why he didn’t understand michael at all here. siblings were meant to have positive relationships, at least that was what tyler believed. so, when he met the kid, more specifically, when he saw how negatively michael reacted to seeing his own sibling -- he was damn near baffled. this kind of thing was .. the opposite of what he was used to -- but then again, wasn’t that why he liked michael? ... he didn’t like it, if he was being honest.

     “ ... i don’t know. “ he was being honest here, felt that kid deserved some kind of honesty in the face of all this .. garbage? tyler bent down so he could join the child who was hidden under the table. “ .. listen, “ he begins, trying to think of what to do next, making it a bit obvious that he didn’t know what to do here. but -- to leave some upset kid here, especially after he asked him a question like that, it made him feel like utter garbage.

     “ did michael leave you here again or somethin’? “ he asked, glancing over his shoulder. didn’t look like many people were here today -- and he knew he’d probably hear michael before he saw him anyways. whatever. if he was gonna argue with michael over it, then he could cross that bridge when he got to it. tyler felt guilt building up just thinking about dipping and leaving this kid alone .. definitely not going to be doing that. he’d help this kid out, just this once. michael didn’t have to know about it. 

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         ⇨   @faztastiic​ :  ❛ i’m proud of you. ❜ ||  four word sentence starters.

         “ .. uh, “  for several moments tyler was silent. he didn’t know exactly what to say in response to that; perhaps because the people around him seldom voiced their appreciation for him very often -- if at all. he was used to just getting things done, not asking for anything in return, just working and helping and that was that. it was a lot easier with his friends -- they made him happy, he didn’t expect anything from them in that way if he was being honest. but -- still, it didn’t mean that he was used to being given praise. 

          when was the last time someone had said that to him? he didn’t actually know. the longer that tyler thought about it, the longer he questioned if he’d ever been told that someone was proud of him. it seemed like such a basic thing to accomplish, yet here he was looking at freddy like he’d just dropped a bombshell on him without any warning. 

          but, this just means he should appreciate it, right? there’s always a first time for everything, and it’s better to achieve it later than never. seldom does life give people like tyler johnson jones good things, and he decides in that moment to take it in stride. because, hell, he should be proud! tyler is doing his damned best -- he deserved that compliment! 

          it’s in that moment that his expression changes from slightly troubled and confused to uplifted. he smiles at freddy, brightly showing off his appreciation for being told that someone is proud of him. it’s like a surge of fresh motivation being given to him -- definitely something you need in a place like this. “ thanks, freddy! ‘m just doing my best, y’know? “

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    ⇨   @ahsterism​ :  “ you know i can't do that without laughing. “ ||  confessions of love prompt.

       tyler was trying to take this entire thing seriously -- but it was much easier said than done. he was holding michael by the shoulders, trying to shake some sense into him at the moment -- but it looked like michael would rather die than take it seriously. “ ugh, michael. “ tyler begins, sounding a bit annoyed & frustrated. he took a few moments to recompose himself, letting out a sigh that perfectly expressed his irritation. only after that did he say something else -- trying to get him to actually hear him out. “ just hear me out, okay? “ 

       admittedly it’s a bit annoying that michael won’t look him in the eyes for this -- but then again he’s being a bit vague. “ this is like -- actually serious, dude. “ tyler doubted that would do much to improve the reaction here, but at least it might get michael to take him seriously for a few minutes. hopefully he could at least get through it without michael actually laughing him, that might make him lose steam fairly quickly. 

       this is so embarrassing. why does he have to be the one to do all the work here? leave it to michael to completely miss the point he was making here -- it made him wanna smack him upside the head. the longer this took -- the more annoyed he was going to get, and hopefully that didn’t throw a wrench in the whole -- ‘oh yeah i love you’ thing. 

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      ⇨  @tyrnize​ :  “ You want to build a blanket fort? What are you, twelve? ” ||  sleepover sentence starters.

        “  since when did you have a stick so far up your ass? “ he asked, snagging more pillows off of his couch as he shot zach an annoyed glare. he huffed as he turned to focus back to his project -- not seeming to wanna own up to how that might be a bit immature to build pillow forts. he had thought this would be a pretty fun idea for them to do -- it meant they could chill and play games in there without being interrupted. “ if you don’t wanna join, then go ahead. i’m gonna have some fun with this! “ 

       after a moment, he decided to actually do something a little fun. he had enough pillows, why not one-up zach by throwing one right at his stupid face? he took one second to consider it -- before deciding, yep, let’s do it! “ think fast fuckface! “ he proceeds to chuck the pillow at zach as quick as he can. this would probably end in a pillow fight, but he was down for that. zach deserved a good pillow to the face from time to time. 

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     ⇨   @tyrnize​ :  “ you mean... as a friend, right? “ ||  confessions of love prompt. 

       “ wh -- no? “ tyler seemed slightly taken aback by that response, confused for a few seconds before he’d said that. he had thought that his confession was pretty damn obvious in its intention -- but it looked like that had gone completely over zach’s head. a frustrated sigh, as tyler tries to place what he should say next. “ well -- listen -- it’s, “ he can’t seem to get anything coherent enough to say by itself. it all melds together into incoherence, and all that does is frustrate tyler further. 

        even if tyler is by far the best at expressing his feelings in the group -- that doesn’t mean he isn’t nervous right now. after all, he didn’t exactly go into this expecting the ideal outcome -- rather, expecting to just have to keep his head up and continue like normal after a hefty rejection. but -- he had to at least try, he was already this far! if he didn’t put effort into this, was he really dedicated to the idea of doing something here? 

       “ i mean -- yeah i like you a lot as a friend -- don’t get me wrong, “ that much was true, didn’t know why he felt the need to clarify when they’d been friends for a while, but he did it regardless. well, this entire thing is falling ap art pretty quickly isn’t it, it’s hard not to be frustrated with that. “ it’s more complicated then that. “ 

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     ⇨  @quillheel​​  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍  𝚞𝚙  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢!

       strums of the guitar were audible even from far off, as tyler focused on perfecting his latest masterpiece. he had the general idea of it down in his head -- but he had to admit that he always struggled with lyrics. always more of a musical type anyways -- he had the song itself all but finished if it weren’t for how it was simple guitar music. but still, he vowed to practice and play it until something came to him, each strum hopefully getting him closer to something coherent in terms of lyrics. 

         only after a few moments of pausing, brainstorming for any kind of idease, does he realize he isn’t alone. his gaze flicks over to see who’s decided to join him, already feeling proud enough that he was apparently skilled enough to warrant someone stopping to listen. “ didn’t think i’d have an audience already! “ he joked, offering a bright and confident smile. 

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     ⇨  @heavenlyshot​​ 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢!

       what was the deal with forbidden places being so comfortable? tyler was lounging in the grass by the lake, well past the rope and do not pass sign that was staked into the ground by it. his rabbit mask was resting on his face, shielding most of the light from coming in and preventing him from taking a much earned nap. for an autumn day it was fairly warm, but the constant cool breeze was enough that he could lounge comfortably in seemingly perfect weather. a content sigh left him as he continued to relax, feeling like everything was pefrfect for now. that was .. hard to get when you were him. 

         footsteps approach, and tyler only notices once rosalind has already sat down next to him. “ oh -- hey rosie. “ he offered, closing his eyes again and melting back into the comforting nothingness that he was submerged in mere moments prior. “ you can join me if you want -- tell me if anyone else spots us though. “ he sighs a little, already more then used to that.