I Fucking Hate Him

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I FUCKING HATE HIM CHAPTER NINE

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

"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!"

CHAPTER 9

Remi swallowed...slowly, and very slowly at that.

This...Jesus Christ...this cannot be happening. It just cannot be happening.

Not this. Not now!

You always see stuff like this in movies and in shows on fucking Netflix or Amazon Prime...you never, ever think that someday this might actually be happening to you...or to someone who you loved more than this life itself.

Jess coughed, from where she was still situated next to Tyler's bed...and if you can remember that he still had no feeling in his bottom half, it was going to be a struggle and a half to get him to calm the fuck down...if it wasn't an uphill task already.

"Tyler...Tyler, come on...I know you had bleeding on the brain and everything...but how do you remember who I am? Who your parents are? For God's sake, you called me Bitchface just moments ago! How can you remember all of that and not remember Remi?"

Tyler sneered and laid his head down, to get a better view of Remi, who was still as motionless as he could have been...his legs literally felt like jelly...his heart was pounding severely...a tingle inside his throat was all that was stopping him from bursting out in a cascade of tears, and to never, ever stop...

...he had heard what Tyler had said. He was sure that the boy had some sort of memory loss. Man...what MORE needed to happen before they could fucking finally BE together?

Tyler shook his head, in total frustration as he tried one more time to move his legs, only to give up and sigh, the pain and suffering of knowing he was probably paralyzed for life, finally starting to take its full toll on him.

"Of course, I fucking know who he is! The car that drove fucking over me, didn't do that much damage! Oh, make no mistake, Jess, I know this idiot standing over there. I know him very well. I just don't know what he's fucking doing here..."

Remi pursed his lips and his face changed from vaguely resembling a sack of spuds, to a determined statue of passion. He drove forward, forcing his legs to actually fucking move, and stood next to Tyler, leaning down, so they were both face to face, as equals once more.

"Now you fucking listen to me, you jackass..."

Tyler snorted out loud.

"And why would I do that?"

Remi nastily grabbed Tyler's hand and dashed a whole into his skin with his nail...

"What the fuck...dude!" Tyler screamed out loud at the sudden throbbing pain that blazed through his already injured hand, before he looked desperately at Jess for any sort of help, but his best friend just shrugged her shoulders, and signalled at him to do what Remi was telling him to do.

"You're fucking sick! Lemme go, you're hurting me!" Tyler pleaded, his eyes starting to water as Remi's nail dug deeper into his skin.

"Are you gonna fucking listen to me?" Remi countered, effective immediately.

"YES! WHATEVER! Just lemme go!"

Remi snatched Tyler's hand back from where he had first grabbed it, with the boy giving him a death stare in return, that was sure to rival all previously made death stares in the entire universe...before he wiped his fingers over the deep gash on his hand...Remi didn't hurt him enough to have it bleed out...he never would have hurt Tyler if this wasn't absolutely necessary.

"I'm gonna go...you guys really need to talk..." Jess whispered softly, which almost had Tyler look like he was having a cardiac arrest...

"Don't fucking leave me here with this psycho!" Tyler whispered back and attempted to grab Jess's hand to stop her from leaving, but she dodged him at the last minute.

"Tyler, no. I'm your best friend, but this isn't my battle. You guys need to talk. You're dating. You're in love. Even if you clearly don't remember all of this...please, for me at least, do it for me, if nothing else...and just listen to what Remi has to say."

Tyler grimaced, and he rolled his eyes, the way he always, always did whenever he was angry or irritated, and for a moment, Remi's pulse quickened...he could still see rock-solid evidence that the Tyler he knew, and love was STILL inside there. There was still hope, after all.

"Jess...you probably should tell Uncle George and Aunt Lydia what's going on...they were probably so relieved that he had finally woken up, that they didn't notice all of this," Remi said softly, before he got a quick thumbs up from the teenage girl.

"I mean it, Ty Guy...you listen to him!" she warned one final time, before she winked at Remi and left the room, sighing heavily as she did so.

For a few seconds, everything was quiet...with Remi never taking his eyes off his boyfriend, and on the other hand, the last person Tyler at that moment wanted to see, or even bother to look at, or even be around with, was Remi.

Remi's eyes widened as Tyler out of now where, suddenly frowned...

"Uncle George? Aunt fucking Lydia? How the fuck do you know the names of my folks?"

Remi sighed and shook his head, in deep despair.

"Dude, didn't you listen to a word that Jess has been saying! How wouldn't I know their names, me and you have been dating for nearly two months now!"

Tyler tried to sit up, he once more tried to move his legs, but he obviously couldn't...in his sheer morbid arrogance, allowing him to hit the sheets with his right fist, his face red as red could be, my God, he was so angry...

"Let's get one fucking thing straight here, how can we be actually dating, if I'm not even gay? Did you hear me? I ain't a fucking fag! I always thought you would be thought...little shit that you are, but I am as straight as anything. In fact, Jess and I are dating! Did you know that?"

Remi closed his eyes and prayed to the heavens...this was even worse than he thought...Tyler was living in the past...he didn't have a clue what had happened between them...as far as he knew...he still hated Remi's guts!

Remi opened his eyes and crossed his arms. He didn't take his eyes off Tyler for even a second.

"You are gay, Tyler Jackson. You are only using Jess, have been using her for years as a way of covering up, you being gay. You have a huge crush on Sammy, but you never did anything about it before, because you were scared what Setchfield would think of you, if you ever made a move. And also, you always thought Sammy was straight, so there would be no point."

Tyler's mouth flung open...his eyes narrowing with every word that was coming out of Remi's mouth...for a moment he was silent...as he contemplated what he had just heard...everything...down to a fucking tee...hundred percent correct and factual...how the fuck would Remi know all of this?

Remi smiled warmly and sat back down inside his chair, next to Tyler...who now clearly had all his attention focussed on the one boy in school who he never could stand...

"I can totally see what you're thinking...and I know a lot more than that."

Tyler swallowed, and coughed a little, before Remi stood up, and grabbed the glass of water, that Tyler almost knocked over earlier, and quickly refilled it, before handing it back to him. Tyler carefully took the glass...for some reason, as to not touch any part of Remi more than he had to, before he took two...three sips of the ice-cold liquid, sighing after, before he handed the glass back to Remi.

"You okay? You want me to go on?"

Absolute silence from Tyler Jackson...it was like he didn't wanna hear anymore, but he also couldn't help but to be curious as fuck of what Remi actually knew...

Remi sat back down and smiled once more.

"I know that your favourite colour is red, because you have supported Manchester United ever since you were a boy. Your favourite soccer player growing up was Wayne Rooney. Your favourite goal he ever scored was against Manchester City, the overhead bicycle kick in 2011."

Tyler's mouth opened...like he wanted to reply...say...anything at that, more than he ever wanted to...but nothing came out...and it had nothing to do with the accident...

Remi's eyes sparkled as he continued...

"I know that you're gay, but you're terrified of coming out, because of this fucked up town, and that you have nightmares of your parents throwing you out of the house if they ever knew. I know that you have had wet dreams in the past about Sammy...about Duncan and even about Jordan...even I have had about him, so don't feel bad there. And I also know, that your favourite meal is the Chilli Cheese Burger from Burger King, but you always take out the jalapeno's before eating it...for some God only knows reason."

Tyler stammered...his eyes were literally moving around in their sockets like at the speed of a frightened little garden mouse...before he gasped, and grabbed Remi's arm...and hard at that.

"How...how the fuck do you know all of that? Have you been spying on me? Is that what this is? And you somehow brainwashed Jess in going along with all of this?"

Remi hovered just for a moment...flickering his eyes over Tyler's grip on his arm...before he gently removed said hand from where it was so tightly lodged...and taking it inside his own.

A little groan from the inside of Tyler's throat, told him that he had done the right thing...Tyler also didn't bother to stop him...

In Tyler's current confused state of mind...this...to him, was the first time that he had ever held a boy's hand within his own. His lips quivered as he realised that Remi was actually busy doodling little slight circles all over his knuckles...

Tyler's eyes started to water...he didn't wanna cry...not here and NOT in front of Remi Carter...but he had been waiting for a boy to hold him...to caress him JUST the way that Remi was doing for SO LONG...he never had the guts to actually try anything with his teammates...ever...

...Jesus Christ...but Remi Carter...why in the world could he have fallen in love with someone he hates!?

Remi, still holding Tyler's hand and not planning to let go any time soon, he ended up playfully nudging him a little, so that Tyler once more faced him.

"Now, don't get hella mad here, but what is the last thing that you remember? Before like...waking up inside here?"

Tyler sighed...his eyes still a horrid tension of confusion and disbelief, before he allowed his mind to wonder...

"We...we had the game against Freedom High a couple of days ago. Yeah, that's it...and the game had to be stopped because...well..."

Tyler blushed slightly before he looked away from Remi...

"...because you fucking attacked me on the pitch for no good reason, you idiot..." Remi finished his sentence for him, winking at Tyler as he did so.

"Whatever...and yeah, I can remember Coach saying that we...the whole team, I think, has to now go on a weekend team building thing. To sort ourselves out before the replay..." Tyler went on, shrugging his shoulders as he turned on his side, now directly facing Remi.

"That's it...that's everything I can remember...next thing I know, I wake up here and people say that a car fucking drove into me..."

Shit...Remi shook his head, and Tyler immediately saw it...

"What's wrong? What's going on? Come on, tell me, you dork!" he hissed as he tried to manoeuvre himself without the usage of his legs.

Remi hesitated...before he too sighed, and ran his fingers through his beautiful blond hair.

"Tyler...what you remember...all of that...that was TWO months ago! I don't wanna freak you out...I really don't...but somehow, you've lost two months of your life...and in that time, me and you had gotten close. I'm not lying to you, Tyler...I...Jesus, I love you way too much to ever do that! Can't you fucking see how I feel about you?"

Remi smiled warmly, and finally released Tyler's hand, and the latter boy followed his directions all the way, before he looked back up at Remi.

"It's true, Tyler. It's all true. Ask anyone...anyone at school. Ask Jess, ask your parents. They all know..."

Tyler's eyes flashed dangerously as the mere impact of what Remi was now saying finally hit home...and hard at that...

"What do you mean, everyone knows! What the fuck, man? How...I was so careful..."

Remi placed his hand on Tyler's now shivering shoulder, before he was nastily pushed away by the boy...

"Tyler, relax, it's okay! It really doesn't matter, guess what, your folks were fine with it...your dad even told you if I make you happy...really happy, to fucking go for it...

Tyler smirked and suddenly...just like that...all potential romance there was between them...if you could even call it that, was gone like the morning mist before a hot scorching day.

"Like hell! My dad, saying all of that? Please, don't make me laugh! Remi...just get out. Dude! Did you hear what I said...I said GET OUT!"

Remi looked upwards...and closed his eyes, before he sighed, and slowly...like a lamb to the slaughter, slumped his way towards the door of Tyler's hospital room.

"Tyler..." he said softly...as he turned around to face the boy one last time.

"What? What the fuck do you want from me?" Tyler hissed, trying once more to move his legs, his eyes in sheer agony, as yet again, nothing was happening.

A lone tear rolled down Remi's left cheek, before he said...

"What ever you do...please...I beg you...don't allow Sammy anywhere near you. Please...just promise me you'll stay away from Sammy."

Tyler frowned the moment that Remi had finally left the room and placed his arms around the back of his neck, finally laying down and resting comfortably.

Sammy...why go out of his way of warning him against Sammy of all people...apart from Jess, Sammy is his best guy friend...they've been solid buds since they were six years old...

...why...why would Remi say a weird thing like that?

**

"He doesn't remember anything, Coach. It is like the last few months of everything that happened...it's all fucking gone!"

"Carter! Language! No one, I repeat, no one swears in my fucking office!"

Remi shot an irritated look at his Coach, who just laughingly winked at him, followed by a massive bear pat on his shoulder, before the mountain man ended up sitting down behind his desk.

"Selective memory loss...sounds like that is what all of this is about. Some people lose endless years after trauma to the brain...some lose weeks...and now in Tyler's situation, he's lost the whole entire time that it took for both of you guys to fall in love. In his mind, you're still the Remi Carter that he hates. Man...haven't you boys been through enough already?"

Remi sighed and stood up, once more his fists were balled as he thought who was responsible for all of this.

"Coach, have you seen Sammy since the accident?"

Coach shook his head, pulled a nasty face, and swung his pen between his fingers, as if in thought.

"No, I fucking haven't and he better pray that I don't because I wouldn't be responsible for my actions...Tyler was run over by a white BMW...Sammy's father owns a god damn white BMW...it doesn't take a genius to figure out what was going on and why all of this happened. And for what? There is a sixteen-year-old boy laying in a God damn hospital bed...who had his WHOLE ENTIRE life ahead of him, a promising young soccer player who would've surely gone pro given the right amount of training...now paralyzed from the waist down! Remi, I honestly can't handle this...it's just such a waste!"

"Apparently the paralysis is not as severe as the doctors first thought. There is hope that he could walk again...just a small chance, but still..." Remi replied, sinking his hands into the pockets of his school trousers.

"Photos...of course!"

Remi looked up at the Coach, questioningly.

"Say what now?"

Coach's eyes were as wide as the Grand Canyon, before he stood up and pointed his index finger straight at Remi.

"Dude...you must have photos of you and Tyler together? From the time that you two fell in love? That's all you fucking teenagers ever do these days, spend time on those fancy ass phones of yours...there must be some way to prove to Tyler what you're telling is the truth!"

Remi smiled sadly and he shook his head.

"Coach...my phone is lucky if it has enough memory to send a WhatsApp message! We never took photos with mine...but we did get loads with Tyler's iPhone. That thing was his pride and joy...and unfortunately it got smashed up badly in the crash, he had...uhm...he was still talking to me on it seconds before it happened. Nah, Coach...that thing is as gone as Alicia's virginity."

Coach snickered...deep down Remi guessed that he never really had grown up...still just a teenage boy himself at heart...before he slowly sat back down.

"He really doesn't remember...anything between you? In his mind it's still the week before the team building camp...?"

Remi nodded sadly.

Neither Coach...nor Remi for that matter, saw the shadow that seemed to disappear around the corner of the office, as quickly as it came...

...having heard all that they needed to.

**

"Yo! Mon Capitaine! What up, dog?"

Tyler smiled and his eyes totally lit up the moment that he saw Sammy standing in the doorway of his hospital room. He has had loads of visitors from the school, his friends and his family...he was actually starting to wonder whether or not Jess had permanently moved in...the amount of support was crazy bro! He was tired as hell, but it sure was worth it!

"Damn dude...Sammy, it's good to see you..." he said softly and held out his hand towards his best friend, leading Sammy to energetically grasp it inside his own...but where Tyler was fully believing that he would let go soon afterwards like a handshake always did...Sammy kept his hand inside his own.

A little weird...but probably not that much either...if you consider that a car had ran him over and had nearly killed him days before.

Sammy, still holding Tyler's hand very, very tightly, sat down next to his bed, before he looked at the boy, his eyes sparkling.

"Man...when I found out what happened, I was sick to my fucking stomach, my friend. I only came now, because...I just didn't know what to expect, you know? If you were all bandaged up and full of blood and all that kind of shit...you know I'm a pissy at heart, right?"

Tyler giggled and squeezed Sammy's hand that was still enveloping his own.

Sammy looked good...he looked a little stressed, and his hair was all over the place...but he always looked good. And of course, he knew exactly what Sammy was hiding underneath that baggy shirt of his...a solid fucking eight pack to die for, and which had been the subject of him creaming his dick full of potent teenage boy sperm over the years.

His mind flashed back to what Remi had said...that everyone now KNEW...that he was gay. That himself and Remi was dating...insane as it sounded. And of course...he couldn't forget Remi's final words to him the other day...to stay away from Sammy...at all costs.

Tyler snorted, before he threw all of that garbage out of the proverbial window. Sammy was his best friend, for God's sake! And since when did he ever start to do what that idiot Remi said?

"Sammy...why would Remi tell me to stay the fuck away from you? You have any clue what the dude is up to? Because he tells me, and I'm being totally legit here...that him are fucking dating...Sammy...I ain't even gay! What the fuck is going on? What the fuck did I wake up to?" he asked, turning his upper body directly towards him.

Sammy was quiet for a moment, before he released Tyler's hand and sat upright, looking deep into Tyler's eyes.

"I heard...and tell me if this is all bull shit...but I heard that you don't remember anything that happened like, until right after that abandoned game against Freedom..."

Tyler rolled his eyes.

"News sure travels fast...yeah, it's true. What the fuck is happening, dude? Am I supposed to really believe that it's November now? I can't handle this! And I can't fucking move my legs either! My soccer career is so over before it ever began! And then Remi of all people comes in here with all these fucking lies and bro...Jess even agrees with him. Sammy...I really dunno what the hell to think. Right now, I honestly think you are the only person I can trust around here."

Sammy nodded, and stood up, and took a long walk around the bed, before he turned towards Tyler one more time.

"I think I know why Remi is acting weird...and you're gonna have to decide who you're gonna believe, but I can promise you...for all the years that you and I have been friends...I won't ever lie to you. I'm a dickhead for sure...but I'm no liar."

Tyler blinked...and once more, not for the first time, a fluttering of butterflies invaded his heart and his emotions as he heard Sammy talk...if there was ever even a chance that Sammy was gay...but he knew that the dude was hopelessly straight for that to even remotely be a possibility.

Sammy walked towards Tyler, and leaned forward...taking a huge breath and gathering up some much-needed courage, before he smiled...and Tyler's heart lunged...

"That camp thing we went to...the one that you don't remember happening...me and you...well...Remi is telling you all that shit, because he wishes that it was him...but me and you...we finally admitted how he felt for each other at that camp."

**

Tyler gasped...his eyes were full and red with emotion and fear...he had tried so damn hard to hide who he really, truly was...how the fuck did any of this happen?

Sammy reached out and placed the palm of his right hand on the side of Tyler's face, before he leaned down...and emphatically kissed his lips.

For Tyler, who inside his mind...was experiencing this as his first ever kiss with another boy, closed his eyes in pure sexual and teenage delight...how long as he dreamed of being this intimate with another boy...and to make this even better...it was with someone he trusted, completely and utterly, with his whole heart.

Sammy's eyes were wet...with tears streaming down his face as he finally released Tyler's lips from his own, before he smiled gratefully, and leaned his forehead against that of his best friend.

"I love you...Mon Capitaine...Tyler, I have been going nuts for you ever since...I can't even remember. And I dunno what the fuck Remi's problem is...but he must have found out somehow...and now he's just, mocking the piss out of you. I know Jess is your lifelong BFF, but she's so in love with Remi herself, I don't think she knows which way is up, right now."

Sammy caressed Tyler's skin once more, before he reached out and took hold of Tyler's hand, and proceeded to place it directly on his chest...on the very same spot that his heart was now very rapidly beating...over and over and over.

"Feel that? You fucking feel that?"

Tyler could only nod...he was way too overcome with emotion and with FINALLY...FINALLY being able to admit that he was attracted to boys, to even care what was happening...he felt Sammy's heartbeat underneath the palm of his hand...the electricity BLASTED through him as he realised what it meant...

...and according to him, who was telling the truth.

"Sam...Sammy, I..." he croaked out with much-needed courage, but Sammy stopped him, leaning forward, and kissing Tyler one more time, for good measure.

"No, pal...no need for all of that now...you get some rest. I'll be back later, I promise."

Tyler tried his best to turn his body around without the usage of his legs, in order to face Sammy until he was literally at the foot of the door, before he finally seemed to get back control over his own voice.

"Sammy...me and you...after all this time...are we really...is this really happening? You really mean it?" he asked...his eyes full of hope and unshaded tears.

Sammy pursed his lips...and Tyler saw him hesitate just for a moment, before he smiled, grinned more like, his classic Sammy-esque million dollar smile right at him.

"Dude...just...whatever happens, or whatever you might hear...just remember that I would never, ever hurt you. I love you...Tyler Jackson...I have for years...why would I ever wanna hurt you?"

Sammy winked at Tyler once more...before he slipped out as quickly as he came.

Tyler blushed...in what sort of crazy fucked world has he woken up into?

Did he and Sammy really admit to each other how they felt at that camp weekend? Were they finally honest with each other after ten years of friendship? FUCK...if only he could remember!

God...he reached up, in deep thought and softly touched his lips...he could still feel Sammy's lingering taste as he did so...and he tried to relieve those kisses as best he could, from mere minutes ago.

An anger took hold of him...suddenly and quickly...what the hell was Jess and Remi playing that? What the fuck was their problem? Why would he apparantly be dating Remi Carter, when Sammy was even a possibility! He had always thought Sammy was straight! But then, how do you explain what had just happened between them?

He sighed...he knew Jess liked Remi...he clearly just didn't realise how far she was willing to go to impress him. Why lie about all of this?

"Fuck you Remi Carter...I fucking hate you..." he whispered, before sinking his head down onto his pillow and closing his eyes.

**

In the days that followed, Remi had tried to visit Tyler several times, and within each of those attempts, he was solemnly refused...Tyler simply just didn't wanna see his ass, and he had literally no idea why.

It was therefore safe to say...Tyler's memory STILL hadn't returned.

And Remi was starting to think that it never would...it's been weeks now!

Even with Tyler's memory loss, he knew that Jess had been there a couple of times, and she had always, always had his back...reminding Tyler time and again that everything they were saying was the truth.

About two and a half weeks after Tyler had woken up, the surgeons and his fellow doctors were adamant that he was ready to go home. Armed and seated in a wheelchair, as he still had no feeling inside either one of his legs and feet, he was stunningly surrounded by the entire soccer team of the school on the day he was discharged, as well as about fifty of the school's students, all welcoming Tyler back into the land of the living, so to speak.

Remi stood behind a large tree, on that particular day...not wanting to upset or risk Tyler getting mad as hell to see him there...as he watched with tears in his eyes how...Sammy...Sammy of ALL people...was pushing the wheelchair with a smiling Tyler inside, towards the Jackson's family car.

He obviously thought that at least, Tyler's father George...who he had told of his suspicions that Sammy was the one who had run Tyler over in the first place wouldn't allow Sammy anywhere near his son...but it didn't seem like there was any bad blood between them, whatsoever...Sammy even shook George's hand, for God's sake!

Remi bit his lip and turned way...walking away from Tyler and the hospital and all of this complete and utter farce that he was forced to watch and had to endure...he had enough.

He knew what was up...it wasn't that difficult to figure out.

Someone clearly had told Sammy that Tyler didn't remember the last two months of his life...and therefore he obviously didn't remember everything that Sammy has done to him either. To him, Sammy was still his lifelong buddy...and Sammy obviously wouldn't dream of helping him out with the truth either...not on his life.

"I have to talk to Tyler...I have to...I can't leave it like this...fucking hell, I love the dude so much..." he whispered to himself...sighing miserably out of the deepest, desperate corners of his sixteen-year-old heart. He missed him...he missed Tyler so intensely...he literally couldn't think of anything else...he had lost so much weight these past few days...because he just didn't have an appetite.

And he was afraid...constantly afraid...that all this stress and all emotional jargon, would bring on another bout of his Sleep Apnea. He hadn't had a moment, as he always called it, ever since that team building weekend...the one and the same night where he and Tyler finally admitted that they were nuts about each other.

"If only I can get him on his own...if I can chat to him alone...but where...and HOW?" he mumbled, as he doubled his efforts in order to get home.

**

About two days later, on his way home from another long ass day from school, Remi decided that it was now or never. He was going to talk with Tyler, even if the boy didn't wanna see him...if he had to force him to fucking listen, that's what he would do.

This was total bullshit! How was he supposed to just...FORGET what they once had? And all of this because Sammy had decided to play God with their lives and ran Tyler over with his father's car to avoid him telling the world that Sammy and that same father of his, had been sexually active with each other?

The moment that he rang the doorbell, it was opened a few seconds later by Tyler's mother, Lydia...and Remi inwardly groaned...George was still okay-ish but Lydia...geez...what a snob! He's known that right from the off, but back then, he and Tyler was still solid...he honestly didn't know what to expect of her now.

"Oh, it's you..." she said as she positively looked him and his school uniform up and down as if it was something that their cat had dragged in, but Remi stood strong...for Tyler. That's who he was here for. Not her skank rich ass.

"Afternoon, Mam...is Tyler home by any chance?" he asked as honestly and as warmly as he could muster.

Lydia laughed and once more...a case of staring into the far abyss came to mind.

"My dear boy...he's paralyzed in both of his legs...he cannot walk...where else would he be? Don't they offer Biology classes at school anymore?"

Remi swallowed...and WILLED himself not to scream something at this total and utter BITCH that he would only be regretting later on, before he smiled at her once more.

"My apologies...can I see him?"

Lydia comically sniffed the air, before she rolled her eyes...literally a carbon copy of the endearing way that Tyler always did it, before she stood aside.

"I suppose so, he can now do with all the friends he has. There's already someone with him, however. An old family friend. You probably know him? Sammy Caldwell?"

OH...SUPER.

Just fucking super.

Remi held his nerve as to not show any weakness, before he thanked Lydia Jackson once more for her...shall we call it hospitality...and quickly ran up the stairs and away from her...to where he knew Tyler's room was.

When he was in front of the closed door...raw and gutless emotion once more seemed to overtake him...how many times did they enjoy being in here before everything went to shit...how many times did they simply tell each other they loved each other without a care in the world...how many times did they kiss and cuddle...just sat there on Tyler's bed for what seemed like hours, talking...so much in love. It was like time stopped for those moments...like it was only himself and Tyler who even existed in their own little world.

Remi sniffed, and angrily wiped his eyes...suddenly and abruptly wet with pent up tears and stress, before he opened the door, without even bothering to knock...

"JESUS! What the hell?"

Remi stood in the doorway of Tyler's room...and he didn't think his eyes could EVER un-see, what they had just seen.

Tyler was laying down on his bed, with his knees and feet limply dangling downwards across the edge...and his penis was totally exposed.

His teenage cock was hard, as hard could be...and Sammy alongside of the semi naked Tyler, finally made himself and his role VERY clear in all of this...smacking his lips together in utter glee, looking straight and defiantly at Remi.

"What the hell are you doing here? Get the fuck out!" Tyler yelled as he tried and emphatically failed to get upright, before Sammy was at his side at once, and carefully...making full use of this opportunity, tugged Tyler's still hard dick back into his boxer shorts...with a cheeky stroke and caress of the hard organ as he finished.

"Yo dude...didn't you hear what Tyler said? Get the fuck out!" he said softly...the enjoyment inside his eyes evident as the day was long.

Remi's mouth opened...his eyes were on fire...at the total and utter unfairness of this all...before he focussed his attention on Tyler, and Tyler alone.

He had a reason...he didn't know what he was doing...he didn't remember their time together...

...but Sammy...Jesus...how sick and twisted could one person actually be...

He tried his best, his level best that he could to get the image of Sammy with Tyler's cock in his mouth out of his head, because if he didn't, he'd actually go bat shit crazy...

...DAMN THAT SAMMY SHITHEAD!

What the hell was he playing at? He hated him! He actually hated him!

"Ty, can we talk? Alone?" he said, emphasising the last word of his sentence as he did so.

Tyler snarled at Remi and looked towards Sammy, before he shook his head.

`Nah...I don't trust you. Anything you wanna say to me, you can do to Sammy as well. He's my best friend. I trust him more than anyone else. So...you came all this way now, don't make me wait for you to spill your guts."

Remi's heart sank...if he had any doubts about Tyler's state of mind...there was no hiding it...Tyler was the same idiot...the same jerk that he was before they fell in love during that team building weekend...except it wasn't his true form! Tyler now lived in a time where he had hated Remi...and there wasn't much he could do about it.

"Tyler, where is your iPhone?" he asked, his eyes as cold as ice.

Tyler frowned, before he pointed towards his bedside table, and to the drawer inside of it, more like.

"Sammy, get that for me, will ya? My legs are kinda not working."

Sammy nastily winked at Remi without Tyler seeing him, before he walked over towards the table, and pulled open the drawer. He pulled a face, as he took out...what was left of that expensive phone that Tyler had ALWAYS carried around with him, before he nonchalantly, handed it over to Remi.

"Go nuts...that thing is fucked," he said, before he sat next to Tyler on the bed...taunting Sammy even more when he solidly placed his arm around Tyler...and Remi gritted his teeth as he saw Tyler appearing to even lean into the fucking embrace...what the hell was going on here...

Remi cleared his throat, focussed on the phone in his hand, before he pulled out a nail clip, the kind that you used to open phones for their sim-and memory cards. He prayed to God that this would work...and holy shit...the little button where you would slide said needle in to, in order to retrieve a memory card was still completely intact.

"What the hell are you even doing?" Tyler asked, as Sammy tightened his grip around his shoulder.

Remi smiled as he finally managed to retrieve the memory card...and fucking miracles did still happen...this was living proof...the memory card didn't look or seem like it had gotten any damage whatsoever, after being hidden inside the depths of the phone all this time.

Remi quickly pulled out his own old phone, and proceeded to insert the memory card inside, before turning it on...and waiting patiently for all the photos that he KNEW was on said memory card, to finally load. Since he had an older model phone, this was always going to take some time.

"Dude, for real...can you even call that a phone?" Sammy sneered and Remi's heart broke when he saw that Tyler joined in at laughing at the pathetic excuse for a joke.

Finally, when all the photos that was on the memory had been fully loaded onto his own phone, he turned towards Tyler. He tried not noticing how Sammy was carefully watching his every move...

"Ty...I don't know what's going on here...but I can guess why this...this idiot was busy sucking your dick when I came in...and why he's holding onto you now, like you might fucking break if he didn't...he told you that I was lying didn't he? He told you that Jess and I are lying and that it's you and HIM that are fucking dating...how am I doing? Because I think I'm pretty much SPOT ON!"

Remi's angered had now reached fever pitch as he actually started to shake with hatred towards Sammy...this wasn't a fucking school prank! This wasn't remotely funny! This was fucking real life and Sammy Shithead has just PISSED completely over his!

Tyler turned his head towards Sammy, questioningly, before he looked back at Remi.

"I have no reason not to trust or believe him...we've been friends since..."

"...since you were fucking six years old, I know the whole bloody fairy tale! Tyler...just do me a favour...please...if you just look at these photos, and still want nothing to do with me, I'll get out of here...and I'll never bother you again. I swear. But please, I'm fucking begging you...just look at them."

Remi handed his old, decrepit phone out towards Tyler, but before the latter could reach for it, it was solemnly snapped up by Sammy.

"He doesn't need to fucking look at anything! Why don't you get out, like he wanted you to..." Sammy replied...

...and Remi saw it...he couldn't help but...there was a warning...a damn warning inside Sammy's eyes...there was no laughter...no joy...no joking around here...that look was dead serious...

Remi realised that Sammy would hurt him...he would literally beat the shit out of him, if he had to...which was the final nail in the coffin...Remi was right...Sammy went out and told his boyfriend a fucking pack of lies, that made him look like the biggest imposter imaginable!

"You know what...I wanna see that, Sammy."

Both boys turned towards Tyler, who was still reaching out with his right hand, in wanting Remi's phone.

Sammy's eyes narrowed, and he held Remi's phone tightly against his chest.

"Tyler...you seriously gonna believe what this psycho is telling you?" he asked...and even Remi could hear the breaking and the slightly nervousness inside his voice.

Sammy literally had no idea what was on that memory card...but he had to know there was a reason Remi would demand Tyler see those photos.

Tyler rolled his eyes and tried to slide closer to the edge of the bed.

"What is the harm in just looking at them? Let me do what he wants, and perhaps then he'll piss off!" Tyler's tongue rolled his hurtful words out, his arm still very much outstretched.

Sammy swallowed slowly, and with a final look at Remi...he sighed and handed the phone to Tyler...

...before he vengefully dropped it on the cold hard, tiled floor.

Remi stood there...stunned at what just happened...that was the only phone he had...not only that, the only fucking proof he had, that he was telling the truth!

His mother didn't have the money to buy him another one...Sammy had literally just fucked up his life even MORE...just because he could...just to protect his lies!

"Dude...I am so sorry...that thing just...slipped out of my hands...I'll totally buy you a new one..." Sammy started to go on and on, but before he could do anything else, Remi knelt down, and picked his phone up...

...Jesus Christ...

...it didn't have as much as a scratch...unbelievably, still in good working order, and this time, it was his turn, to taunt Sammy Shithead...just a tad, complete with a huge ass smile on his handsome face.

"You see here, my dude...those expensive iPhone's break and get wasted the fucking moment that a piece of toast as much as touches them...these older models...they tend to last no matter what. There you go, Tyler...all yours," he said, pushing a shocked Sammy out of his way and placing the phone directly into Tyler's hands.

"It's opened at the Gallery...look at them. Please," he whispered softly, so that only Tyler would be able to hear.

"Tyler...Tyler, please don't do that..." Sammy pleaded, the angst inside his sixteen-year-old voice, now not even bothering to stay hidden.

"Why the fuck not? Scared that Tyler might see something you don't want him to? Scared that he might realise who's actually telling the truth around here?" Remi countered.

Sammy paced on the edge of both his feet for a while, before he gritted his teeth and charged at Tyler.

"This is silly, those photos are obviously doctored or scammed or..."

"Dude, how could it have been when the fucking memory card has been inside Tyler's iPhone all this time?" Remi said...his fists balling...ready to fight for his man.

Tyler whisked through the photos one by one, finally coming to an end on the collage of pictures that he himself had taken...and he didn't move an inch...he was quiet as a mouse.

"Tyler...?"

"JUST PISS THE FUCK OFF!" Sammy suddenly burst out, totally losing it, before he actually grabbed Remi at the back of his neck, and starting to force him out of there, but Remi was more than ready for him.

His fists still balled up, he decked Sammy twice, in quick succession inside the gut of his stomach, before the boy sunk to his knees, holding his tummy with both hands, exactly on the spots where Remi had gotten him, and had gotten him good.

"See this? You fucking see this? He's a psycho!" Sammy yelled towards Tyler, before he doubled over in sheer agony.

Tyler looked up and handed Remi's phone back to him.

"Please go now...just go..." he simply said, looking Remi directly in his eyes.

Remi's heart shrunk at the hearing of those words...but he knew what the deal was...he had asked Tyler to look at the photos of them together...and even after he now did so, he still wanted him to go.

Remi sniffed...turning around with the phone still lodged in his hands, before he thought he saw something on the screen...he took a clearer look, the light from the outside reflecting on the LED itself...and that's when he saw that the phone was opened on the SMS function...not the Gallery.

He squinted his eyes...there were words typed...which had to be done by Tyler, because he had the phone all this time...

"Come see me later."

Remi turned around...and looked at Tyler, who simply nodded quickly, before reaching his hand out to help Sammy upwards.

"Please go...just do what I asked," he finally told Remi...the hidden message inside those words clear enough for him to understand.

As Remi left the room, closing the door behind him, he could still hear Sammy's desperate voice...

"He nearly killed me! I hate that guy...you're lucky he didn't do the same to you..."

Fine...Remi pursed his lips, in sheer morbid anger, and re-read the message that Tyler had typed on his phone once more.

If you wanna play games, Sammy...let's fucking play.

**

"Thanks for coming back...I just...I couldn't talk to you in front of Sammy...not with him right here. Not about this. I'm confused as hell...I'm fucking angry, dude...people I've known my whole damn life just keeps lying to me left, right and centre...I don't know WHAT to believe anymore!"

Remi kept standing near the door...he didn't know what was going to happen from here on in...but with Tyler's continuous memory loss, he was sure it wasn't going to be anything good.

Tyler sighed and crossed his arms...he was laying on his bed, with his legs pushed neatly together, something his mother had to have done for him...and he shook his head sadly as he tried for the utmost time to move them, without success.

"So...those photos..."

Remi nodded.

"Yeah...those photos."

Tyler frowned and tried to look at Remi the best he could, given the manner he was placed on his bed.

"Dude...please...no lies anymore. Did we really have a thing going? How did even happen? No seriously, because all those photos show the two of us...happy...smiling...our hands and arms all over each other...there's two pics of us lying on this god damn bed with our shirts off, for God's sake. We look...we look happy!"

Remi smirked.

"Don't sound so surprised...I'm a lovely person..." he said, very much tongue-in cheek, that elicited the smallest of smiles from Tyler.

"Remi...how did it happen? We hated each other. Like, for real. How did we go from that...to all this?"

Remi knelt down onto his knees, so that he was eyeball-to eyeball with the boy that he loved so much...before he looked deep into his eyes.

"Tyler...do you believe me?"

Tyler's eyes slightly adverted from his own, before he ran his fingers through his jet-black hair, and nodded...holding up his hands in pure frustration.

"Those photos were in my memory card all this time...there was no way you could tamper with it. I still can't believe it...but you and Jess, you're obviously telling the truth. So, what I can't figure out, is why was Sammy laying and saying that me and HIM were dating? That's something I just don't fucking get! Why is he lying?? I don't understand for shit what's going on around here!"

Still seated, Remi couldn't help himself...it was sheer morbid instinct...as he gently placed his hand on top of Tyler's inactive right knee. Tyler didn't even feel it at first, but as his eyes fluttered back towards Remi, he froze...before he blinked a few times.

He didn't order Remi to take his hand off from said knee, either.

Remi slowly and carefully proceeded to tell Tyler everything that he could...how things completely changed between them at the team building weekend, how Tyler and Duncan had saved him from drowning when he had a Sleep Apnea episode, how they kept getting closer and closer until they finally admitted that they were nuts for each other.

Tyler listened intently, without replying or saying anything...just listening in horror as Remi told him about what Sammy had done to them, how he filmed them kissing at the school dance, and had shown it for the world to see at the Movie night all those weeks ago. That was why everyone knew their business...it was all because of Sammy.

And finally...he hesitated with this at first...before he eventually went on to telling Tyler about how he, Tyler himself had seen Sammy's father had given him oral sex inside the boy's own bedroom. And although he didn't SAY that it was Sammy who did it, he just told Tyler that he had been run over by a white BMW...and he knew the MOMENT that he said it...he wasn't stupid, Tyler realised what he meant...and what car Sammy's father always drove.

It was quiet for a while, after Remi was done talking, with both boys completely and utterly inside their own train of thoughts. Tyler eventually sniffed and rubbed his eyes, clearly tired as hell after hearing all of this brand-new info...

He looked up at Remi...and the latter had literally never seen him as nervous, as scared...as insecure and afraid like this before...even when they were in fact sworn enemies.

"Remi...can I be...totally honest with you? Like for real now?"

Remi nodded...but he had a sickening feeling that whatever Tyler was about to tell him...that he didn't wanna hear it...

Sadly, he was right.

"Dude...I can see all these things...I have listened to everything you fucking said...okay...let's face it, I think it's pretty much clear that we did have something going on. But...I gotta be honest, man..."

Remi closed his eyes...he knew what was coming...Tyler still lived in a world where he hated him...

"...right now...I feel nothing for you. That is cruel, I know, but that's how it is. I just cannot...I CANNOT imagine ever...kissing you, being with you...just...even holding you, like a boyfriend...sorry, I just can't!"

The tears were sliding from Remi's eyes quicker than he could even to TRY and stop them. He knew that in all probability...that this was it...and unless by some miracle, that Tyler manages to get his memory back and remember what they have...had...more like...this was over.

This was the end...this was really fucking over.

Remi sighed and stood up, before he wiped his tears away...and he saw how Tyler blushed...shyly as he saw how all of this affected Remi.

"Ty..."

Tyler didn't look at Remi...he just seemed to stare blankly at his legs.

Remi cleared his throat...

"Ty...I don't blame you...you don't remember us being together and that's not your fault...and if this happened to me...if I only remembered the times before we got together, I would probably make the same decision. It's no secret that we didn't get along before that weekend. And you don't remember anything about that so...I can't blame you."

Remi turned around, in order to leave, before he remembered something...something tiny...something just in passing thought...but if it could help...it was worth a try, at least.

It wasn't as if things could really get any worse now.

He reached for his phone, and opened up WhatsApp Messenger. Without saying anything, he quickly scrolled down to the last voice note recording that Tyler had sent him, earlier that morning before the accident happened later that same afternoon.

He collectively held his breath, and pressed play...

"Hey, beautiful! Look, I'm gonna be a little late, my mom is really riding my ass about this whole gay thing so I'll see ya a little later! Don't forget to buy me a Mars Bar, yeah? And Rem...I love you!"

Silence.

Complete and utter silence.

Tyler swallowed...and he finally...finally looked up at his boyfriend.

"That's...that's my voice..." he whispered, in sordid disbelief.

Remi smiled sadly and put his phone away.

"Yes...yes it was," he said, before turning around, and walking out of Tyler's room.

**

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