every frat party you attend, tyson is there. you don't hate tyson. nobody could hate tyson! he's friendly and attractive and everything every woman could ever want. so, of course you like him.

tyson is apart of the football group in college, never trying very hard though. he prefers to keep it low... by getting stoned behind the bleachers

flashbacks of last night, come flickering into your aching brain, as tiny beads of soft light seep in through the curtains of the room you're in. talking to tyson.. drinking... and.. kissing?!

you sit up quickly, instantly regretting it as your head spins and you collapse back down and hear a low mumble and a ruffle next to you. the sound doesn't bother you too much, but you suddenly freeze as a lazy, disheveled tyson emerges from the blankets and groans, squinting, clearly hungover as he holds his head tightly

"are you- are you my guardian angel?" he slurs while gently reaching out to see if you're real