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Littlelovestories

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  1. Tyler runs fearlessly to the enemy's car, taking them by surprise, and sending a surge of panic through Zeke who now had to decide whether to give himself up to save Tyler from this stupid act or to use this as a decoy for his own escape. It was as though Tyler had completely turned on him, Zeke couldn’t hear what was being said but Tyler was frantically pointing towards the house to give away where Zeke was hiding. And after what Zeke had said to him, it made sense, Tyler probably didn’t know w
  2. In the week that followed, Zeke barely let Tyler out of his sight. Tyler took it well, despite being embarrassed and ashamed of himself. Being close by all the time helped Zeke to establish what was triggering Tyler’s eating disorder. For the most part, Tyler would accept food when it was offered to him or at the normal times of breakfast, lunch and dinner he would habitually eat the meals but there were a few times when he seemed more emotional, that he would reject food or claim to not be hung
  3. “Tyler! It’s me, I’m home.” Zeke calls out, knowing exactly where to check first, his pace is quick but he was exhibiting a controlled calmness as he approaches the bathroom. “Tyler, are you alright?” Zeke asks with a gentle knock on the door. To his surprise, Tyler opens the door immediately. “Hey, I’m sorry you went through that.” Zeke apologizes, moving towards Tyler to give him a comforting hug. “DON’T TOUCH ME!” Tyler shouts in a panic, pushing Zeke’s hands away and falling to th
  4. Zeke walks all through the house with Tyler following directly behind him, clinging to his jacket and. They go outside and walk all the way around the perimeter of the house. Zeke takes Tyler through the house a second time just to satisfy him that they were not in any danger, checking every place anyone could possibly be hiding. Tyler looks through each room nervously as they walk through and finally accepts that Zeke was right, there was no one there but the two of them, they had been too thor
  5. Well I screwed this up and accidentally published an unedited chapter so I apologize for causing confusion. This story is one I've written a long time ago and characters names and story progression has been changed and edited as I've been posting it on here, so I'm pretty embarrassed that the chapter was posted before I had gone through it and edited any of it. Wow I need to never be up posting things past midnight again. Really sorry for the mistake!
  6. “Tyler.” Zeke sits beside him on the bed. “Have you ever had anti-depressants before?” He asks calmly. Tyler rolls over and looks at him nervously. He hated feeling vulnerable but wanted so badly to have someone he could talk to, about everything. The isolation of being dead was harder to live with than he’d imagined. More than ever, and perhaps because of the reason behind the fight they’d just had, Zeke felt a need to comfort Tyler, he wanted to be able to do something more than just stand and
  7. Zeke trudges down the hallway and peeks into the bedroom almost 20 minutes later. It looked like Tyler was fast asleep on the bed. Zeke decides he has to at least stay the night and be home when Tyler woke up, he wanted so desperately to help Tyler get through this but he felt way out of his depth with it. As he stands leaning against the doorframe staring into the room in deep thought, he realizes there was a very faint sobbing sound coming from the bed. Zeke frowns and looks over at Tyler, obs
  8. It quickly fell into a routine, though Tyler’s days were so monotonous and un-eventful that he could barely tell one from the next. He spent most of his time just waiting for Zeke to come home. When he was out, Tyler couldn’t relax, he was fidgety and agitated the whole time, planning escapes and imagining invasions to the point that he sometimes felt like it was real, but when Zeke was home he felt like he was safe from the whole world, and from the torment of living in silence with his own tho
  9. “You’re still here?” Zeke asks genuinely surprised to see Tyler standing in his kitchen making coffee the next morning. “Of course I am, I want to know what the hell is going on and I don’t mean I need to know all your secrets, I just need to know enough that I am not still questioning whether I can trust you or not.” Tyler answers bluntly. Zeke raises an eyebrow at the demanding tone, pulling out a seat at the table and sitting down, ready to listen. “The more you know, the more
  10. The footsteps get closer and closer then Zeke walks in to see Tyler standing in the far corner of the kitchen with a knife in his hand staring at the doorway, white as a ghost. “Tyler hi, put that down.” Zeke says calmly as he walks towards Tyler who cowered further into the corner of the room. “Did you call here?” Tyler asks, still holding the knife up weakly. “No. Why?” Zeke frowns, he walks closer to Tyler, his hands up in a passive stance as he gets closer to the spoo
  11. To avoid any more sympathy from someone who shouldn’t have been wasting time looking after him, Tyler gives the excuse of exhaustion to head to bed. He and Zeke have a brief argument about where Tyler should sleep, wanting to be a good host Zeke insisted on the bed, opting to sleep on the couch but feeling that he’d already overused his welcome Tyler tried to decline his politeness. Tyler ends up in the bedroom, lying on the bed awake, unable to stop thinking about what he was going to do when Z
  12. It felt like hours passed before Zeke and Tyler moved from the bathroom floor. Tyler was emotionally drained, silent and though the overdose effects were wearing off now he still felt weak. It seemed clear now that Zeke was not a threat to him, unless he was going to great lengths to build up his trust which was unlikely, given the patience he’d so compassionately shown by sitting with him and comforting him through the realization of what had happened. He’d barely spoken but he didn’t need to,
  13. "Go away. Leave me alone. Please." Tyler begs and tries to move, his face contorting to a pained expression as he desperately tries to will his limbs into cooperating. His effort was so pitiful the man just stops where he was, less than a step away and nods at him. Tyler finally gets a good look at the stranger, a young guy with dark brown hair, almost black, with a fringe swept to the left just above his eyes. He looked about the same age as Tyler, though he guesses this man is older by a few y
  14. Hopefully will be posting updates weekly as this story is already completely written and just needs editing, hope it continues to keep your interest.
  15. Waking up in a dark room in a stranger's bed, Tyler feels his body tense and his blood run through cold, completely immobilizing him with fear. He blinks a few times, trying to force his eyes to adjust to the darkness that surrounded him as quickly as possible so he could work out where he was, or at least how to escape. He feels his head pounding in time with his heart, the sound of blood rushing through his ears was almost deafening. Realising he was panicking, he tries to control his breathin
  16. After the distressing discovery in his home, a serial killer on the loose and a stranger asking for his trust, Tyler realizes that his life is never going to be the same again. "You’re actually going to be confirmed as dead when they do the official police reports. It’s for your own safety that you go under cover now.” Zeke tells him, Tyler raises his eyebrows at how serious the situation was, taking a few moments to comprehend what Zeke had just said. “I’ll be reported as dead? My friends will think I’ve been murdered?”
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