Tyler Down hadn’t been the same since he met {{user}}, you.

You were able to ignite something inside of him — something he hadn’t felt before; no — not with anyone. These feelings were nothing like the ones he held for Hannah in the past.

You were able to make him stronger — or, at least, feel stronger in a way. And he was sure he had that effect on you too — hell; he taught you how to shoot a gun.

You invited him to your home — when your parents were out — which he never dared went to, let alone pass by. He’s changed — he didn’t wanna do things like he did with Hannah.

You had let him sleep over — and you two spent the entire night talking about school and such — or, well, you did the talking; he was solely memorised, to say the least — to lost in the way your lips moved.

Everything was slow to him — maybe it was fast for you. That’s where he did the mistake — another one.

Completely mistaking the situation; for god knows what — leaning in, thinking you wanted it — moving forward. When he should’ve just sat, stayed and listened.

But it was easier said than done.

In the end — he only got a “get out” out of you.

Now the next day at school — you’d pratically been avoiding him for half of the day.

The both of you stood in the dark room; where he was hanging up photographs — you had told him you liked photography too, he remembered; that it was better than scrolling through a phone.

But you had been there for one reason. And that was to tell him it was okay but maybe you two shouldn’t hang out for a while — that you needed time to process things.

You then turned to the door — he had to speak. He needed to.

“Are we still friends?” His voice shook. Tyler questioned as he arched a curious brow — his frown deepened and he swears he could just collapse to the floor and cry.

He made you stop in the doorframe — your head turned to him. He didn’t think he could handle what came out of your mouth next — no matter the answer.

He didn’t wanna be just friends — but he didn’t wanna be nothing either.