I Fucking Hate Him

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I FUCKING HATE HIM CHAPTER EIGHT

Tyler looked at the message that he had sent to Remi like twenty minutes ago.

"Dude...get your ass over here NOW!"

He marched up and down inside the living room, whilst switching off the TV in the process. He really needed to talk to someone about what he had just witnessed...he needed to understand why and how something like THAT could be allowed to happen in the fucking year 2022...and how sick Sammy must be in his head to have his father give him a blowjob...

...what was even more mind blowing, was the fact that Uncle Richard was even going along with it...actually doing it...and he didn't for a second seem like he was being forced to do it, or even doing it against his will. No...he knew that look...it was the same look that Remi had on his own beautiful face when he did the same thing to Tyler just a couple of weeks ago.

"Fuck that! That was different as hell!" Tyler suddenly screamed towards the empty house, as he balled his fists and tried to think of a reason that Sammy and his father would actually be sexual with each other...he had known Sammy and his family since they were both just SIX years of age and the realisation that this...someone as insane as this was going on behind closed doors, completely and utterly destroyed whatever respect he still had for his former best friend.

A knock at the door frightened the living shit out of him, before he saw his iPhone lit up, as a WhatsApp message came registering through.

"Bro, I'm outside! Open up, its fucking cold!"

Smiling slightly, relieved as anything, Tyler ran towards the door and unlocked it, before opening up, and there he was...the boy of his dreams...hard to think that he absolutely DETESTED Remi like a mere two months ago...he couldn't think of feeling anything whatsoever now, other than the most deepest, purest love that you could ever hope to someday find for him...FUCK he looked sexy as hell when he was wet...

"Did you run over here?" Tyler asked, standing aside and allowing Remi inside, where the latter was running the palms of his hands very quickly across both his arms, as he seemed to tremble, just a tad.

"Yeah, you sounded urgent on the phone, and you know we don't have a car right now...what's the matter? I nearly pissed myself in coming here!" Remi scowled, before he was suddenly embraced, very tightly at that, by his boyfriend.

Tyler's arms enveloped Remi in the warmest way possible, as both boys just seemed to let time run its course, holding each other in a solid embrace, with Tyler burying his face inside the crook of Remi's neck.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I told you to come all this way, but believe me Rem...there's a fucking good reason. Come on, let's go up to my room," he whispered, before he quickly kissed his boyfriend's temple, grabbing his hand, as the two athletic sixteen-year-old boys were up the stairs and inside of Tyler's heated room within the nick of time.

Remi breathed out in sheer relaxation as the warmth of Tyler's heater flowed over his icy cold body, before he threw himself onto Tyler's bed, and smiling cheekily up at him.

"Oh, make yourself at home, why don't you..." Tyler sneered, before joining Remi on the bed, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly.

"Dude...you're totally not gonna believe what I'm gonna tell you right now...and I need you, please Rem...this is serious as fuck...I need you to promise me, promise me first, that you're never gonna tell another soul...this is deep ass shit."

Remi's eyes widened to the point where they resembled sunflowers in bloom, but he nodded, pulling Tyler a bit more closer to him as he did so.

"Ty...you're not dying...are you?" he asked, his voice raised just a little more than what it usually would be.

Tyler frowned...before he realised just how this must have all sounded.

"Dude! What, no! I'm not fucking dying! No, this is about Sammy Shithead and what I just saw over at his house!"

Remi squeezed Tyler's hand and looked him straight in the eye.

"I told you not to go there, man! What happened? What did the idiot say? Is he gonna stop being a dickhead? Yeah, didn't think so, his head is too up his own ass for that..."

Tyler shook his head and leaned in towards Remi...he spoke so softly that Remi had to pip his ears in order to hear him.

"Dude...I saw both Sammy's bike and his dad's BMW outside of the house, so I reckoned they were there, but no one answered when I rang the doorbell, like...four times or so. I then remembered of the back entrance, and fucking hell, would you believe that the gate was actually open. I tried to get in at the patio side and the kitchen, but everything was closed."

Remi rolled his eyes.

"Stop being dramatic here, get to the fucking point..." he said, as dry as he could.

Tyler shoved his boyfriend so hard, that he nearly tumbled off the bed, before he spoke once more...

"Rem...I thought that if Sammy saw me outside his window, that he'll let me in so we can talk this thing over...only he wasn't alone. There was someone in there with him."

Remi smirked, sarcastically at that. Both boys knew that Sammy was actually gay and had admitted as much to Tyler, and even that he had been liking the latter for yonks...but then Tyler turned around and chose Remi to be his boyfriend.

How was he supposed to know that Sammy was gay! He always had a mountain of girls at his disposal!

And of course, now Sammy was making their lives hell, with the knowledge that Tyler and Remi were dating now completely and utterly out in the open, for everyone to know and to despise. The only reason Sammy was going this far, was because he was batshit scared that the truth would come out...but as for now, no one believe Tyler that Sammy had feelings for him. It was just...too unbelievable without any proof, and Sammy sure as fuck, knew that.

"Don't tell me he actually had another girl in there...just don't, because that is just sad as hell..." Remi then said, laughter evident in the corners of his beautiful emerald-coloured eyes.

Tyler pursed his lips and shook his head.

"Not exactly. He had his dad in there."

Remi shrugged his shoulders, before frowning.

"And what's so weird about that?"

Tyler blinked...seeing the image of what Uncle Richard was doing to Sammy once more inside his mind's eye...he closed his eyes and WILLED it out of his head, before he whispered...

"You don't understand...Uncle Richard was...he was..."

Remi sat upright; his eyes white as snow...

"He was...WHAT, TYLER?"

"For god's sake...he was blowing him! He was fucking sucking him off!"

Rem shook his head, at once.

"No, can't be! No! Not even Sammy can be that sick, can he? Was he forcing his dad to do that? Blackmailing him? Because that's the only way I can think why his dad would do that!"

Remi looked like he was quite literally going to spew his dinner out on Tyler's bedsheets at any given moment.

"Geez Tyler! No, man! Urgh, I'm gonna barf, dude! Richard Caldwell sucking off his own son! What kinda people are you fucking friends with?"

Tyler stood up and walked to his mirror...checking out his reflection in the mirror.

"I dunno what the hell is going on, between them, Rem. I saw what I saw. Now we have to decide how to use that info to our advantage."

Remi looked up and the shock was more than clear inside his eyes.

"You're gonna use it? Dude...Sammy's reputation would be SHOT when people hear of this!"

Tyler turned around, his own eyes as cold as ice.

"Exactly. He messed with us, showing everyone that video of us two kissing at the Movie Night...and he's going around and telling everyone who would fucking listen, about how much he hates faggots like us. FUCK THAT! If Sammy Shithead wants a fight, Rem...he's gonna fucking get it!

**

"Would you have dated Sammy? I mean..."

Tyler, without a care in the word, spat saliva on his bedroom carpet, in sheer disgust.

"Would I have dated Sammy? Where the hell do you get this from?

Remi blushed, before he ran his fingers through his thick, blond hair. It looked like his eyes were without its usual shine at that moment, as he looked straight at his boyfriend.

"You said, that Sammy told you, that he had a crush on you, for years. That's way before I came into the picture, Tyler. I mean...let's face it, he's not bad to look at. That eight pack he's got going on...man, I wish I looked like that! I just wanna know...if I wasn't in the picture, I mean...you're both gay and best friends on top of anything else, it wouldn't have been that difficult if y'all really wanted to..."

Tyler immediately realised where Remi was going with this...and he could totally understand. Sammy and himself had been friends for over ten years. They had literally grown up together...and you can't, erase that history and camaraderie, even if you tried. He knew that Sammy was hot...for a sixteen-year-old boy, he was actually one of the most sexiest boys he had ever seen. And Remi was right...he worked out like CRAZY to get his stomach as ripped as it was. As many a times as he witnessed those itty bitty sweat drops running down his muscled teenage torso after soccer practise...

Tyler turned towards his boyfriend, and winked at him.

"Remi...the thing is, I didn't know that Sammy was gay."

Remi sat up, his eyes flashing wild.

"Yeah, but you didn't know that I was either! I can't come between ten years of friendship, Ty! I care about you too much and I know you still care for Sammy, even as a friend!"

Tyler scowled.

"What? After everything that bastard did to us?"

Remi stood up and took Tyler's hand once more inside his very own.

"All I'm saying is...if you'd rather be with him...it's gonna kill me, but I'd rather see you happy than anything else. You and Sammy's friendship...how the hell am I supposed to compete with that?"

Tyler's heart weakened as he saw Remi so emotional before him...and his chest heaved with the sudden ounces of love that was now BURSTING through his veins. Remi was literally offering himself to walk away from all of this, if he had been even remotely interested in Sammy.

Tyler pulled Remi towards him, and leaned in...slowly and softly as he could, and he kissed Remi's forehead...his lips lingering on his beautiful skin.

"Ty..." he heard Remi whisper...before an idea clogged up inside Tyler's mind...something that he wanted to do, so long for yonks, but the timing and shit was never right...at that moment, he felt that there was only one way, and one way only to prove to Remi that HE was the one that he wanted...the one that he loved with all the four corners inside his equally teenage heart.

"Why don't you go and it down on the bed?" he croaked out, to an ever confused Remi, with the latter sighing, but doing as he was told.

Tyler joined Remi on his bed, and glancing towards his iPhone, telling him that it was still a full forty-five minutes before his parents would return from their church meeting at the city hall, he knew that they still had plenty of time, for what he now had in mind.

"Rem..."

"What?"

"Lie back."

Remi frowned...looking around him and then back at Tyler.

"What? Why?"

Tyler smiled, his eyes lighting up as if he had just seen the end of a rainbow.

"Dude...I wanted to do this for so long...and I want to show you what you mean to me. Remember what you did for me, a couple of weeks ago?"

Remi shook his head the negative connotation, before he suddenly raised his eyebrows...and his both his cheeks were scarlet red before he could even speak...

"You mean..."

Tyler smirked and gently reached out with his right hand and placed it on Remi's chest.

"I said...lie back..." he whispered, and gently proceeded to push the boy backwards, and a stunned, shocked Remi once more did as he was told...he couldn't believe what was about to happen...he had to see it first...there was no way Tyler would ever...

"Dude!" he gasped, as Tyler reached out and sneakily touched his flaccid dick.

Tyler licked his lips as he marvelled at the mass that he was currently feeling, hidden by Remi's jeans as well as his boxers, but he knew from showering with the boy numerous times, that there was a decent fucking piece of flesh hidden beneath all that clothing.

With a hunger inside his heart and his mind for the boy he loved, he reached forward, like it wasn't even his own body doing the deed, and he grabbed the upper zip of Remi's jacket, and gently whizzing the small piece of metal downwards, until it had reached the bottom part, and he solemnly unclipped it. He then proceeded to completely remove it from Remi's body, leaving the boy in only a blue t-shirt and his jeans.

"Take off that shirt...please...for me?" Tyler whispered once again.

Remi, also by now in a sheer daze of reality, just nodded, in complete sexual desire of what was clearly now about to happen, before he grabbed his shirt and removed it as well, leaving him and his six pack abs shirtless before his boyfriend.

Tyler blew out some much-needed air, before he reached out...a smile just starting to pull at the corners of his mouth, and he glided the palm of his hand over Remi's solid athletic abdomen.

"Rock hard...just as I always imagined..." Tyler said as if he was talking to a total stranger, before he reached upwards to cop a feel of the boy's upper chest, and hard nipples.

"Ty...fucking hell, Ty..." he heard Remi somehow get out all tongue tied as he was, before he smirked.

"You're still way overdressed. Allow me..."

Remi flinched as Tyler, with the energy which only a horny teenager could produce, once more reached down and started to unbutton his jeans...

Tyler gasped as it finally came unstuck, leaving the door open for a goal to be scored. Remi's legs started to violently shake about as Tyler, his eyes solidly and only invested on the bulge inside Remi's boxers, totally removed the jeans and neatly folded them up, placing them beside Remi.

Tyler looked towards his boyfriend as his heart nearly broke as he saw that Remi was crying. He quickly leaned forward and kissed Remi's lips, before determinedly, wiped the boy's tears away with the back of his hand.

"Dude...what did I do? Did I say something wrong, do you want me to stop?"

Remi eagerly shook his head...clearly saying no...before he looked at his boyfriend...and Tyler swore he had never seen so much love emanating from anyone, towards him in his life...literally, not even his parents.

"I just...I never thought we would be...here...ever! You're...come on dude, you're Tyler Jackson...you could have anyone you fucking want!"

Tyler's eyes softened as he kissed Remi once more...his nose lingering with Remi's...nudging at each other playfully, before he placed his hand over where he thought Remi's heart would be.

"I can feel your heart beating, man..." he grinned as he laid down and reached for the boy's boxer shorts.

"And now I wanna feel something else..." he whispered before he completely removed Remi's last piece of clothing that he had still on.

Remi's rock hard seven-inch teenage cock was so stiff that Tyler honestly thought it would smash a watermelon given the chance...that thing wasn't even moving...in the slightest...the blood inside that organ had to be pulsing AF...

"Jesus Christ, Remi..." Tyler groaned as his eyes now appretiavely travelled over the completely naked Remi...who by now, if his face had gotten just a tad more red, he would vaguely start to resemble a ripe tomato.

Tyler laid back down, where he suddenly found himself face to face with Remi's steel hard prick, before he stared at the thing...longingly as he could.

"I've waited sixteen years, dude...I wanted to touch one of these besides my own for so god damn long..." he hissed, before he engulfed Remi's dick inside his fist.

The latter boy was going ballistic above him, Tyler was sure his eyes were rolling back inside of his skull, before he did something that made even Remi's toes curl...he placed his mouth over Remi's cockhead.

"TY...TYLER!" Remi almost choked out the words as Tyler's tongue emphatically devoured his leaking mushroom shaped head, the sponginess and the richness and flavours of the sweet juices leaking out of the flaring pisshead was almost too much to bare.

Tyler swallowed whatever he could, whatever he could taste and sampled, he fucking savoured.

Remi's dick was more red than his face was at that moment and time, and he sunk his back into Tyler's water mattress the moment that Tyler's tongue was licking at the sides of his solid length. Remi was in a complete and utter little world of his own...as his cock was pleasured like it had literally never been before.

Tyler came up for some much-needed air, as he continued to jack Remi's hard dick, up and down, marvelling at the foreskin swabbing back and forth over the hard tip of the head, before devouring it one more time.

Remi's groin was going and heading speed bumps several miles a minute as he, from sheer morbid instinct began to face fuck his boyfriend to the point where his cock was drilling a hole in Tyler's cheeks, the boy's eyes watering as the thick, steel hard organ was streaming pre ball juice like no one's business.

"I'm gonna cum, Ty..."

Tyler suddenly doubled his sucking efforts...his mouth feeling like sheer fucking vacuum on that virgin sixteen-year-old cock, and suddenly he understood why he always saw that in porn films, the girl or the guy, always seemed to wanna swallow and taste the man's sperm...

...something deep inside him was yearning for it, begging for it...he wanted Remi's cum like a kid wanted birthday cake right then. And he was going to make quite sure that he was gonna get some.

Right now.

Remi grunted and arched his back once more as he totally lost control over his limbs and his groin, his cock a velvet warmth inside of his boyfriend's mouth, his sperm bursting out of his cockhead like a fucking tsunami, lying in wait for its victims.

Tyler tried his best to swallow what he could, but as hard as he tried, still too much of the white, potent teenage globs of boy batter simply seemed to roll down the length of the bubbling cock towards his balls.

Tyler giggled as he leaned down and literally sucked the spent sperm, already cooling down to a cold blubber, directly from Remi's now empty balls, making the latter boy shudder and squirm around in pure sexual agony.

Once Tyler was satisfied that he had done everything humanly possible to please his man, he stood up and laid next to Remi once more, and he placed his right arm over the torso of the boy he loved.

"I can't...I can't fucking believe...you actually did that..." Remi whispered hoarsely, trying his best to get his breath back, before he swallowed and giggled to himself, and turned towards Tyler.

"You're amazing. You really are...I just...I love you, so much Tyler Jackson...I honestly can't think of a life without you..." he said softly, cradling Tyler's hand inside his own, and squeezing it very tight.

Tyler snuggled even closer, placing his head directly on Remi's chest, and he sighed with glee, as he felt Remi comfortably resting his head on his own.

"You're my boy, dude. You're my fucking boy...I'm literally so in love with you, I can't even breathe when I look at you..." he whispered, before he closed his eyes.

Remi kissed the top of Tyler's forehead, and grabbed the latter's phone, still laying forgotten on his bed after all this time, and set the alarm from about fifteen minutes from now.

If they couldn't spend the night together, he'd rather it be these mere fifteen minutes, than nothing at all. He hoped...one day soon...this would be able to happen more...and for longer a period than just a quick blowjob.

The two boys were getting serious about each other...way too serious. It was a sort of love that you didn't see often, not these days anymore.

The kind which left you cripple, if you couldn't be with the other.

Teenage love, at its best.

**

"Tyler..."

Tyler turned around from where he currently was busy taking a piss in the boy's bathroom at school, when he immediately recognised the voice. He shook his head, and zipped up his school trousers, before he casually spoke up...

"Can I help you, Sammy?"

Sammy swore out loud, and then pushed Tyler towards the basin, where he grabbed his school jersey and all of a sudden, he was totally in his face.

"Did you tell anyone of what you saw? Tell me Tyler, don't fucking play games with me! Did you tell anyone?"

Tyler wasn't fazed by Sammy's antics at all, after all he had come to totally expect it...he was more heartbroken, that their friendship had seemingly now come to this...threats, threats and more threats. He composed himself, before he reached out and RIPPED Sammy's rough, callused fingers from his clothing.

"Yeah, I fucking did! Of course, I fucking did, what did you expect? Of course, I told Remi, after everything that you did to us!"

Sammy's eyes widened at the hearing of those words, before he stammered backwards, nearly falling over his feet in the process. He turned around and ran his fingers through his hair, before he literally sunk to his knees, and eventually landed right on his ass.

Tyler stood above him, and tried his best not to feel sorry for Sammy...because why should he? Sammy was a jerk! Look at what he has done to them! His supposed best friend!

There was another element to all of this that was bothering the crap out of him...

"Why didn't you ever tell me that you are gay, Sammy? Why did I have to find that out literally seconds before you blew up my life on that movie screen?"

Sammy snorted and rolled his eyes. He suddenly paused, still seated, and quickly checked if there was remotely anyone else in the bathroom, or inside of the stalls, before he shook his head and turned to face Tyler.

"Don't tell me we would have gotten together even if you did know! You only ever had eyes for that geek Remi..."

"You fucking keep your mouth shut about him!"

Sammy laughed, cackled more like.

"Or what? You two are finished in this school and in this town anyway. I have to live a fucking lie, yes...but at least, I'll get some revenge for you choosing him over me!"

Tyler sighed and hit the washing basin with his fist...so hard that the waterpipes groaned with dissatisfaction.

"For God's sake, I didn't know! How was I supposed to know you liked me?"

Sammy looked away, and he pursed his lips and shrugged his shoulders.

"Doesn't matter now...damage is already done. Nothing will be the same ever again after this! You already think I'm a fucking fruit cake for what my father is doing to me."

The anger pushed upwards inside Tyler like it had never before...

"You're sick, you know that? I dunno how, and I really don't care how you convinced Uncle Richard to do that for you, but Jesus, Sammy...I loved you like a best friend, like a fucking brother! We've been friends for so long...and just because I chose Remi as my boyfriend, you decide to fucking kill every good memory me and you ever had!"

Sammy sighed, and looked up at Tyler, his eyes more red than Tyler had ever seen them. He looked tired as hell, entire system looked down, as if he hadn't eaten properly in days on end. He shook his head, before he smirked, and nastily at that.

"You don't know shit, do you, Tyler? I didn't have to convince my father to do anything!"

Sammy finally stood up and walked towards Tyler, the latter boy not giving in an inch backwards...he wasn't scared of Sammy...not with Remi at his side and in his life.

Sammy stopped just as he reached Tyler...and placed his hands in the pockets of his trousers.

"You wanna know the truth, I'll fucking tell you the truth! Two months ago, I was sleeping. We had that big game against Setchfield, the one where YOU had gotten into a fight with Remi and the game was abandoned. That night, I was tired as hell and I went to sleep early. So, surprise, fucking surprise...when I wake up in the middle of the night and my own fucking dad was sucking my fucking dick!"

Tyler frowned, and crossed his arms, looking defiantly at his former best friend.

"You're such a fucking liar! Your parents have been married for over twenty years, and even if I believe you, if your dad was gay, I would have noticed over the years, because god damn, I'm gay myself! Lies, after lies! What the fuck has happened you, dude?"

Sammy gritted his teeth and swung both his arms in the air.

"I'm telling you the truth! Since then, it has never stopped!"

Tyler rolled his eyes.

"Ever heard of saying no?

Sammy angrily kicked one of the basins before he thundered on...

"How? He keeps threatening to hurt my mother if I say no! The one time...the ONE fucking time I did say no, my mom suddenly came down with fucking food poisoning! He constantly warns me what will happen if I refuse him!"

"BULLSHIT!"

Sammy spat at the floor.

"Okay, fine. If you don't wanna believe me, that's up to you. But lemme tell you...and warn you about one fucking thing here, Mon Capitaine..."

Sammy came ever so closer...and this time Tyler DID trend a little backwards...because the look inside Sammy's eyes was one that he didn't know the name of. It was dark...deep...and dangerous.

"See, this is how it's gonna go down. You don't have to believe me. But I'm warning you. If you tell anyone else about what you saw...if you even breathe a fucking word..."

Tyler stared back at Sammy...never breaking eye contact.

"Yeah? Then what? What will you do?"

Sammy grinned and winked at his former bestie.

"I'll fucking end you. That's what I'll do."

**

"JESS! JESS, WAIT UP!"

Jess turned around to where Tyler's voice was coming from, before she proceeded to walk even faster than she already was. Tyler being a natural athlete, this particular race was always going to be a non-event, as he finally hawed her in, and with a geeky smile, he stood completely in her way of getting out of the school gates.

"Jess...geez, finally...I really need to talk to you..."

Jess lifted up her right eyebrow, before she shook her head.

"Talk? Me and you have nothing...NOTHING to talk about, ever again! Please...just get out of my way."

Tyler's eyes weakened and he swallowed slowly. They had been friends since birth. He hated the fact, it nearly killed him, to know that he and Remi's relationship had totally fucked up anything that he and Jess ever had, he missed her...more than he could ever say.

"Jess, please...just listen to me, just for two minutes. Come on, bitchface...just two minutes..." he said, hoping that calling her by her beloved nickname might change her mind.

It seemed that it was working, because Jess sighed and stood still, but she still refused to look directly at him.

"Fine. Talk! I just don't know what you can even say to make this right!"

Tyler wished that he could just give her a hug...but he didn't know how far he could push his luck in this regard, before he simply swung his backpack over his shoulder, and breathed in some air, before he spoke.

"Jess...I'm telling you the God's honest truth. I knew you had a crush on Remi, but it didn't bother me. Because at that time, I still hated the guy. I literally couldn't stand him, you know that!"

"So, what changed? Because I don't and can't understand what I saw on that damn screen the other night!" Jess said sadly, tucking strand of loose hair in behind her ears.

Tyler blushed and sighed.

"At the soccer camp, that team building thing we were forced to go on...Remi started suddenly sleep walking, because I don't know if he told you, but he suffers from Sleep Apnea. It's when you..."

"I know what it means!"

Tyler held up his hands in a peace sign, before he spoke again...

"...yeah. So, one night, he accidently ended up in the pool and me and Duncan totally saved him from drowning. That night...everything changed. I realised that he was sweetest, the most kindest, the most beautiful person...I didn't know it at the time, but I literally fell in love just there. When we came back...it all changed."

Jess was quiet, but she did seem to be listening and taking in what Tyler was saying, and that, at least, gave him the courage to go on.

"Jess, you know how people in this town are...we couldn't tell anyone. We couldn't kiss in public or even hold hands. We had to keep it secret. When I realised that you were actually in love with Remi...it was way too late. I wanted to tell you, of course I fucking did, but how? How was I supposed to do that, without breaking your heart?"

Jess wiped a tear away from her cheek, which had rolled down during Tyler's words, before she finally looked him in the eye.

"Who took that video?"

Tyler sighed once more.

"Sammy did. It's a long story, I seriously don't have the energy for that now...but he did it. I'm sorry. You should have never found out that way."

Tyler saw his mother's car in the parking lot and smiled sadly at Jess.

"I know it's probably going to take time, but I hope we can get back to what we had before all of this. I never meant to hurt you. You gotta believe that."

Jess smirked and shook her head. She crossed her arms and sniffed, clearing her throat.

"I dunno, Tyler. I honestly don't. Of all the people I ever thought would make me cry my fucking eyes out every night, I never thought it would be you."

Tyler's heart sank...and there he was, thinking he was making progress. He adjusted his backpack, before he turned away from Jess.

Yeah...he probably just lost her...for good.

**

Tyler's iPhone woke him up from his comfortable slumber.

He yawned, before he reached out and picked up said iPhone, and his smile was as big as a house when he saw that it was Remi calling him.

"Hey beautiful..."

"Tyler, where the hell are you?"

Tyler frowned, sitting up in his bed, and taking a look at his radio clock...it was nearly half-past-four in the afternoon...OH SHIT! SOCCER PRACTICE!

Geez...how did he sleep until this time? Everything with Jess was so damn weird and so heart-breaking that he just lied down for a few seconds after school...why didn't his mother wake him up!?

"Dude, I'll be right there, tell Coach I'm sorry!" he yelled into the phone to Remi, before he quickly ripped off his school uniform, with buttons flying everywhere you god damn looked, before he swiftly changed into his soccer attire.

He grabbed his backpack and bundled as many things as he could inside, such as roll on, deodorant, his phone and couple of bits-and bobs, before he was finally out of his room, sending the door packing behind him, as he rushed down the stairs.

"MOM! MOM! Where the fuck is she?"

She should be home, this was Lydia's day off...but when Tyler saw the folded-up letter next to the home phone in the living room, he actually groaned with pent up frustration.

He picked up the note, his eyes gliding over the words...

"Honey, you were sleeping and looking so cute, I couldn't bare to wake you. You can miss that god awful sport for once in your life, can't you? I've been called in to work, but your dinner is in the oven. Just bake it for about fifteen minutes on 200 degrees. Both myself and Daddy will be home late. Talk later xx"

"FUCK! What now?" Tyler hissed, and the unfairness of it all seemed to hurt even more than his parents both abandoning him at this point...they had to work but right now, Tyler wasn't really up to seeing it that way, like most teenage boys at that age.

He closed his eyes and swore towards the heavens...but there was only one solution now.

If he would physically run all the way to the school, he'd perhaps just make it in time to still get in a decent bit of training. There was literally nothing else to do, and no way else to get there. His teammates were already on his ass for being gay and for dating Remi...and he really didn't wanna leave Remi to cope with all that alone, either.

URGH!

Clutching his backpack tightly, he locked the front door, before he took off.

Tyler wasn't a soccer player for nothing. His legs were powerful, his arms were muscled, and he knew that if he carried on at this speed, he would be there in less than ten minutes time.

**

Tyler stopped to take a much-needed breather. He was nearly there. So damn nearby. He could actually see the school gates in the far-off distance, before he sat his backpack down and took out his iPhone, and quickly dialling Remi's number.

"Bro...what's happening, are you still coming?" came his boyfriend's voice over the phone.

Tyler picked up his backpack and continued walking at a decent pace, still with his phone in his hand. The school wasn't that far away now, and with all the running he had been doing these last few minutes, Coach surely wouldn't put him through a warmup...at least he hoped not.

"My dude! I'm almost there. Come and get me halfway, will ya? I'm very near to the school gate, like in front of the building. Maybe we can still get some alone time before?" he asked, the smile evident on his face.

He could actually hear Remi rolling his eyes over the phone.

"If we literally had any other Coach, you would have been off the team long ago...Okay, I'll come and get you, just hurry the fuck up! I love you!" he whispered, before he ended the call.

"I love...you too..." Tyler's voice wandered off as he realised that Remi was gone.

Oh well, he could tell him that in person in just a few minutes, no big deal.

As he neared the school, he could see Remi in the far off distance, running like the wind was caring him, coming towards him. He sure as hell knew it was Remi, because the latter raised his hand and waved at him as he came closer, and Tyler raised his hand back, showing his boyfriend a thumbs up.

Suddenly, and out of NO WHERE, a white BMW came speeding around the corner of the street. Tyler, who had been staring and focussing on Remi all this time, never saw it coming.

The car was heading straight for Tyler...and it didn't seem like it had ANY thoughts on speeding down, none at all.

The moment when Tyler actually saw the car...and TRIED to get out of the way...his eyes big and bulging as he saw who was behind the steering wheel...

...but it was too late.

It was way too late.

"TYLER! NOOOOOO!!!! LOOK OUT!"

Remi's desperate yells and screams fell on deaf ears as the BMW solidly RAMMED into Tyler, the young boy's legs giving in completely from underneath him, the sheer impact of the crash going, allowing him to literally FLY through the air for a few seconds, before he landed on his head with an almighty THUD on the concrete gravel tarred road.

The BMW didn't even as much as stop. It solidly just swerved through some oncoming traffic, before the driver had the car speed off the direction where it came from.

"JESUS! TYLER! TYLER! COACH...ANYONE...HELP! TYLER!"

Remi ran towards his boyfriend as fast as his legs could carry him, he slipped halfway, landing hard on his knee...and oh my GOD, the pain was BLINDING him...before he stood up and hobbled towards where Tyler was lying in a virtual pool of blood...and he wasn't moving.

"Tyler...holy shit...Tyler...?" Remi whispered, too afraid to touch him, as Coach had taught them in their first aid classes, but he had to do SOMETHING...he felt.

His chest felt congested, he felt physically ill seeing Tyler and all the blood that was surrounding his face.

At last, Coach was behind him, as was the rest of the team, and Remi shuddered and quivered as he saw said Coach...himself as white as a sheet, kneel down as he quickly checked Tyler's pulse.

After what felt like fucking forever, Coach nodded, a relieved smile smeared across his face.

"He's alive...thank God, he's still alive. EVERYONE, GET AWAY FROM HERE, AT ONCE! Remi, you stay right here. He needs you. I'm calling an ambulance and you...you lot hope to God they get here in time!"

All the teammates, every single one of those boys had a worried look on their face...each one with their different thoughts and guilt feelings.... knowing how badly they had treated Tyler ever since they found out he was gay...

...and as Remi, through his tears and his own terror glanced at the players...his friends...the ones who along with himself and Tyler made magic happen on the soccer pitch...

...there was one glaring person not attended, amongst the lot of them.

There was one person missing. One person who had not been at training...and who had not been with them when Tyler had been so cruelly, so evilly, run over with a speeding car.

Sammy.

Sammy Shithead...had missed training.

He wasn't there.

At all.

**

Tyler had been admitted to hospital, and for a while, it seemed like it was touch and go.

When he had landed, from being swung up into the air from the crash, he had unfortunately landed on his head...and that was the killer at this moment. The doctors kept assuring them...Tyler's parents, the Coach, as well as Remi and Jess...that they were doing everything they possibly could to rescue him.

But they also had to state clearly and prepare them that right now, it wasn't looking good.

Remi sat inside one of the chairs that was available outside in the waiting room, absolutely miserable as sin...his eyes wretched from crying, and for the millionth time, he struggled to believe how the fuck this even happened in the first place.

Having seen the whole thing happen...the white BMW seemingly rushing towards Tyler as if they WANTED to hurt him. They didn't even TRY and stop.

Sammy's father owned a BMW. And Sammy wasn't at training when the accident happened.

It wasn't that hard to put two and two together and end up getting four.

Jess, on the other hand, was also a right muddy mess right now. All that she kept thinking over and over in her mind, was not three hours ago, that Tyler had asked her for her forgiveness, in his part of the events that had happened, and that he begged her several times these past few weeks to talk to her, the amount of messages that he left her on a daily basis, which she didn't even listen to, and she that had rebuffed him when he was at his lowest...

...all because she was feeling angry and humiliated.

Now...she was facing the very real prospect of never, ever talking to him again...and that thought alone terrified her more than life itself. A bunch of what if's and what not's cascaded through her heart and emotions...if she had only given him more time...if only they had sorted things out before this had happened...would she ever get another chance to that?

At last, about after midnight, with Remi's mother, as well as Jess's parents and the entirety of the Setchfield soccer team, Coach and his wife included, all in attendance, never wanting to go home, before there was any sort of news about Tyler in general, and finally, the surgeon who had been operating on the boy, came forth with some information.

Tyler was stable, for now, but he had a huge wound to his skull, which had resulted in bleeding on the brain, which they would only know the severity off when and if Tyler would eventually wake up.

But also...and this was the kicker...Remi's guts drew together as the doctor's words became sheer reality...

...Tyler was presumed paralysed from the waist down. Right now...and at this early stage, there was a chance that he might never walk again.

As Remi's eye caught that of the Coach, this big, bulky, mountain of a man seemed to sink right down to his knees...in complete and utter despair.

As he eventually stood upright, Remi saw him wiping away streaming tears from his face...Tyler was his star player...the team's star striker...just the mere possibility that he might ever walk...or run...or shoot a goal ever again...

The next few hours would be crucial.

Coach cleared his throat, and along with Tyler's parents, George, and Lydia, as well as Remi and his mother Linda, along with Jess and her parents and the entire soccer team, Jordan and Duncan included...they all proceeded and formed a human circle...all of them joining their hands.

It was Coach's powerful, yet shaking voice, which led them in a massive prayer...all of those people close to Tyler casting their own wish to anyone Up there if They would grant them a listen...to please spare the life of the boy who had meant so much to each and every one of them.

To please...if it was His will... to please allow Tyler Jackson more time on this God's green earth.

After the prayer was done, Remi turned around as he felt a hand on his shoulder. Jess was looking straight at him.

"He really loved you...you know that?" she asked, her eyes swimming in unshed tears.

**

Three days had passed, and although Tyler was alive and out of immediate danger, he still hadn't managed to wake up out of the induced coma he was in.

Friends, family and well wishes all were in attendance at various times of the day, but there was no movement from the boy whatsoever.

Remi and Jess seemed to just...wander through school these days, them having totally made up and having sorted out their differences. They always made sure to visit Tyler together, so was the hope that maybe...just maybe...Tyler would actually wake up having known that his boyfriend and his best friend had no more animosity between them.

But no luck thus far.

On the morning of the fourth day, it was Remi who jumped out of the shower, butt naked, his wet cock swinging around for all the world to see, as he heard his phone ringing...and at this sheer early time...his gut told it that it sure as hell had to be some kind of news from Tyler.

"Jess! What's happening?"

"Dude! He's awake! He's awake! Tyler is gonna be okay! I just know it!"

Remi suddenly started to shake violently, as he dropped his phone and sunk to his knees. All the pent-up anger, all the stress and worry if Tyler was going to make it...it all simply now just refused to stay in his body for a second longer.

He cried his heart out, the crazy amount of tears now totally spilling on his bedsheets, but he couldn't care less.

The boy he loved with his whole entire heart and being was back in the land of the living, at last!

He, quickly as he could, got dressed, wiped his face clean, before he went down and begged his mom to allow him to miss school so that he could spend the day with Tyler...of course, clearly knowing a desperate Remi, she didn't really have another choice...there was no way Remi was going to be away from Tyler for one more moment.

**

"His parents are with him now. But they said it would be okay for both of us to go in, after they checked that everything is okay," Jess whispered to Remi, as they were now waiting in front of Tyler's room to actually go in and see him.

Remi nodded; his face nervous as hell. What would he even say to Tyler?

He had seen it happen...the accident, if you could call it that, in the way the BMW had so brutally knocked him over, everything from start to finish...

...how was he supposed to tell Tyler that it was Sammy who had tried to kill him!

That fucking Sammy Shithead...had been the ONLY one of Tyler's friends and teammates who had NOT been to visit him at all, ever since it happened.

If that didn't mean something...a sure sign of Sammy's guilt, then he didn't know what did.

"Here they come!" Jess squawked excitedly as Lydia and George emerged from the hospital room, their arms securely around the other's waist.

"How's Tyler?" Remi asked, before they even reached both of them. George smiled tiredly and wiped his eyes.

"He's awake, and he's talking and everything...slowly, mind you, but he knows what's going on. We told him he had been in an accident, and that's why he's in hospital, but nothing more. We also didn't tell him you two were out here, we wanted to keep it as a surprise. He'll be so happy to see you."

George placed his arm around Remi and walked along with the boy a few feet away, before he turned him around and looked straight at the boyfriend of his son.

"Remi...I need you to be sure. You did see a white BMW running Tyler over?"

Remi nodded; his eyes as determined as ever.

"Yes, sir. And Sammy's father owns a car like that. That's all I'm saying."

George nodded, and sighed, before he placed a hand on Remi's shoulder.

"You're a good kid, son. There's a reason that Tyler loves you as much as he does. Go on, go in and see him."

**

"Hey! Looks who's here!"

Jess smiled happily as she saw Tyler...complete with a big old bandage around his head, and several wires coming out of his body...at several points, connecting to monitors going "beep beep" every fucking two seconds.

Tyler turned his sore body to where the sound was coming from before he grinned slightly and reached out his hand towards her.

"Bitchface..." he whispered softly, before Jess grabbed said hand and held it tightly to her lips.

"I thought...I really thought...I'm so glad you're okay..." she said, tears streaming across her face as he did so.

"Stop fucking crying...I'm the paralyzed idiot here, not you..." Tyler said, and they both snickered, before Jess noticed Remi standing nervously, in the middle of the doorway.

"Dude! Come on in, he's not gonna bite you!" she giggled and signalled to Remi to come closer.

"Who's...who's out there...I can't see..." Tyler croaked slightly, before he managed to sit up a little bit more, his eyes now completely focussing on the door.

Remi entered, and he smiled...his teenage heart lunged as he finally saw his boyfriend awake and alive, for the first time in four, long ass days.

"Hey you..." he said, his voice breaking as he did so...just to see Tyler before him...that alone was enough for him.

Tyler frowned...before he looked at Jess, and then back at Remi.

"What the fuck is he doing here?"

Remi's face fell like wet cement on concrete, hesitating at first, but still coming closer towards the hospital bed.

Jess caught his eye, before she turned to Tyler.

"Ty...what do you mean? It's Remi, of course he would be here! He's been here with me literally day and night! Where else would he be? And you'll never guess what, we've totally sorted out our shit and we're totally okay now..."

Tyler groaned, before he slid back down in his bed, but his eyes never left that of Remi's...

"I don't' give a fuck what happened...URGH MY HEAD...happened between you! Get that whimp out of here! I can't fucking stand him, I never could!"

Remi was stunned...just stunned...if he didn't know better...that's the exact same manner and the exact same way in which Tyler had always spoken to him before they fell in love...it was like these last two months didn't ever happen...?!

Jess grabbed Tyler's hand and forced him to look at her.

"Tyler...remember, okay? Remi and you are dating...you guys are so much in love...why are you acting this way?"

Tyler grimaced at her words, before snatching his hand out of hers.

"Date? Are you fucking kidding me? I'd never date Remi Carter! Thanks to him, I now have to go to a fucking team building weekend!"

Jess's eyes widened, and she held her hand over her mouth in total shock...she turned towards Remi...who vaguely by now reserved a puddle of mashed potatoes.

Tyler sneered, nearly knocking over the glass of water on the side table.

"In what universe...even if I was gay...would I ever date Remi Carter? I fucking hate him!"

**

THANKS FOR READING!

I told you it was an emotional one...it literally pained me to write.

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