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((Oh, yeah!! Of course, those two own my heart too!))

Tyler takes a while to get used to people. Maybe it was because he was just in same group of friends for so long, and they went so long unchanging that he grew used to it and just forgot how to make a friend. That was, until Jonathan brought in two more to their group, Ryan and Luke. Evan had accepted them both pretty quickly, and of course the group was welcoming them in with open arms, but Tyler felt weird. It was just odd seeing two people being accepted so fast, odd seeing them getting close to all of his friends like they’ve known them all of their lives. Luke was the odder one though, he reminded him of Evan in a sense of constantly acting like a leader, constantly getting close enough to Tyler’s position of the friend group- which he was obviously the smart one, and then he would just drop back down to being another dumb ass of the party. It drove Tyler crazy.

Maybe he was just a little scared of new people, but he doubted it. He doubted it a lot.So, to prove that wrong he actually made it his goal to talk to them when he could, joke around, due his usual friendly stuff while keeping up his appearance of ‘I hate everyone’ so they wouldn’t know the difference on if he actually hated them or not.

Then it happened. He started noticing more things about Luke, like the way he got a little touchier with friends, or how he acted like a protector to Jon and Ryan, ready to bite off a hand that would try to touch either of the two. He noticed the fond smile he’d get on his face when something good happened to the group, he’d notice the loving stare in his eyes when he’d talk to Tyler- no, Tyler knew he was imagining that. He was becoming stupidly infatuated with Luke, and he didn’t need that.

As the time went, Tyler just found himself avoiding the two more. Not that he wouldn’t talk to them, he would share a joke or two, maybe join a small conversation, but he was never really in it. If it came down to the group doing stuff as a whole, he’d cancel, or, if he did go he’d stick to someone’s side who wasn’t Ryan or Luke, is what it meant.

But, sadly he just couldn’t get away now. Lui was throwing a party- which wasn’t unusual. He had one or two a year. This year he decided to get a new house and throw himself a huge housewarming party. Fine. Good.It was huge, lots of space to escape and not deal with idiots or assholes- aside from his friends.

But, that wasn’t happening. All he did was grab a beer, that’s all he did, when Evan slid from out behind him and grinned. “Hey Luke! I bet Tyler could out drink ya!” And, Tyler almost choked on his sip. “Evan!” he groaned, looking at him with murder in his eyes but the Canadian just winked at him. Fucking winked. Luke came walking over, a smooth smile on his face that made Tyler feel an unwelcomed sensation twist in his stomach. But, he didn’t show it much, though it may have slipped through with his irritation pointed towards Evan. “That so, Ty?” Luke asked, gaining his attention easily. “Cause I don’t think you could,” he stated. And, if there’s one thing Tyler hated more then people, it was a challenge. “Oh really?” he huffed, a dare crossing through his eyes. “Of course,” the southerner replied, a tempt in it that Tyler rolled his eyes with though a smile crossed his face. “Alright, I’m boutta prove your ass wrong,” he chuckled. So it was set, the two managed a table and the guys brought some rounds over as the two held a small staring contest. Evan had decided to stand besides Tyler and help him out, along with Brock who was really just there to make sure things don’t get too out of hand. Jon and Ryan were helping Luke.

Lui stood at the head of the table, grinning like a child, and talking like one to hype up the small crowd that formed. “Hey,” Luke started, gaining Tyler’s eye, “May the best drunk win?” Tyler eyed him for a minute before he slowly smiled and nodded. “May the best drunk win,” he agreed. 

Tyler didn’t win.

Tyler was far from winning. It wasn’t that he was even drunk, just his stomach decided to kick him in the ass after he saw Luke wink at him and he had to rush to the nearest bathroom. The bubbly sensation of a nervous feeling mixed with becoming nauseous with alcohol didn’t mix well, as it turns out.

Who knew? Well, now Tyler did. As he leaned back with a gasp, his lungs pleading for air as he leaned on the wall behind him, a nervous knock sounded at the door. 

“Tyler?” His mind was too foggy with a sick feeling for him to tell who it was, so he grunted out a response as a way of saying “come on in”. He forced himself to look over as the door opened, and to his dismay, in came Luke. Luke with a worried look in his eyes that just didn’t suit him and Tyler hated that he noticed it. Yet, he didn’t know why he hated that. Maybe he was a little drunk after all, maybe tipsy. 

“You alright?” he asked.

Tyler wanted to ask if he was stupid, but he just sighed and nodded. “Yeah. I’m good. Just got a little sick- I swear any other day I’d beat you,” he pointed out, and he heard a deep chuckle that made his heart flutter. “Sure you would,” was the response, another challenge for another day that Tyler would bring up again. Luke sat by Tyler on the floor, a little gross considering it was the bathroom, but whatever. Tyler didn’t care, he was enjoying the company more than he thought and it wasn’t weird for people to camp the bathrooms- he once walked in to Anthony and Evan passed out in the bathtub and Marcel on the floor. 

He gave Luke a look, watching as he opened his mouth to say something, but then shook his head. “What?” he asked, and Luke shrugged. “It’s just... I’m honestly a little surprised you even agreed to drink with me,” he answered, an awkward laugh leaving him, “I just always got the feel you didn’t like me much- course Jon said that’s just how you act, but I don’t know. Didn’t believe him until now.” 

Tyler didn’t expect to feel a little hurt on being called out for disliking Luke, but he was sort of happy Jon covered up for him.

He supposed he didn’t really hate Luke, he was just... intimidated. So, he told him just that, and Luke laughed in response. “Intimidated? By me?” he repeated, another laugh following that made Tyler frown and curl up a bit. “Shut up! You were just... I don’t know, I thought the guys started liking you more,” he mumbled, avoiding looking. 

A silence fell again and Luke shuffled closer, albeit a tad hesitantly. “I’m sorry,” he spoke slowly, “It’s just funny. I was really intimidated by you when Jon got me and Ryan talking to you guys- fucking terrified, actually. You just seemed  like you were constantly judging someone.” Tyler snorted. “I am, and it’s usually always Evan or David.”

They both laughed and they slowly fell into a content quiet.Tyler rested his head on Luke’s shoulder, a smile crossing his face as the other tensed up.

“consider yourself special, Luke,” he stated, yawning as he did, “I actually like you. Better not use this power for stupid shit like Anthony does sometimes.” It was a joking threat but Luke nodded. “Of course!” But, there was still something lingering. Luke wanted to say something, if the way he would take small glances or the little twitches said anything. Jon did similar things. 

“What else?” Tyler decided to ask, “You have something to add?”

A breath as sucked in, loud and clear, and then a smaller one out. “I’m really sorry, Tyler,” he stated, gently pushing him up. Tyler sat up straight and looked back at him in confusion. Luke avoided eye contact and he nodded. “I... look, I’m sweet on ya- I mean it, I really like you. Jon’s got my head twisted up- he told me to tell you but,” he slowly trailed and then deflated. “I know.”

The a surprised look flashed over Luke’s face. “What?” he asked, looking up to meet Tyler’s grin. “I know,” he responded. “Evan likes to tell me about it all the time, Jon talks, and Evan can’t hold a secret,” he laughed. Luke swore under his breath about killing Jon as his face turned a bit red. “Well then?” he asked. Tyler leaned over, pressing a little kiss to his cheek, smiling a small bit. 

“Don’t tell Jon and Evan I ratted them out and I’ll go on a date with you.” 

“Deal.”

Maybe Tyler was drunk, maybe he wasn’t, maybe Luke was- who knows. But, what people do know is Marcel found them asleep in the bathroom later that night and threw a small hissy fit about it because “If I can’t sleep in the bathroom how come they can?”