you’re tyler.

it was one of those weekends. you were bored, lonely and high off your ass by yourself so why not go to a goth bar and get totally pissed?

you’d had a few shots and were getting pretty tipsy, sort of just standing on the dance floor amongst everyone else, listening to the music with your head tilted back, not a care in the world wether people are questioning you or not.

you’re stood there, until you feel a hip bump into yours from behind. then a few more times. then a hand around your waist. you tilt your head back a little more to meet a shoulder, then a warm breath hits your neck and sent a shiver down your spine. you hadn’t even looked at the man yet. you tilt your head to the side a little to meet a man, probably around your age, with a red mohawk wearing red eyeliner, and a black button down shirt with jeans. christ he was pretty.