Date: Sun, 02 Apr 2000 05:24:10 GMT
From: Henry Nelson <ftacker@hotmail.com>
Subject: Tyler's Got Nothing But Love

Here is the next chapter of TGNBL. I am not saying anyone in this story is
gay. But hey it could happen. If you can't read this, then learn how to
read. If you can't read, How the hell did you get to this place? If you
shouldn't read it for any reason what so ever (too young, live in wrong
place, straight, dead. Which ever your reason's may be. ;) ) But if you are
not ANY of the above then READ ON!! and email me!! ftacker@hotmail.com Bye!


	"Yep." I said cutting him off. "But can you blame him?" I said and
I looked into his eyes and he blushed. I know how to get people to do
whatever I want. But could I use this on him?  Do I want to? Nah! I
wouldn't do that to him. For some reason I liked Ty. I didn't know why.
Something so childlike, and vulnerable, and sweet about him. His eyes are
like deep pools of jello that I could just get lost in. His voice brought
me back to reality.

	"SO what do you wanna do now?" he asked.

	"I'm not sure. Wanna come in?"

	"Yeah. But I need to be getting back home. Amanda is probably
worried sick." he said kinda disappointed that he had a sister.

	"Oh yeah. Her." I said kinda disappointed that he had a sister.

	"I guess I will see you tomorrow." he said as he unbuckled his seat
belt.

	"What do you think you're doing?" I asked him.

	"I am gonna get in the driver's seat so I can go home. Aren't you
supposed to be smart or something?" he asked then laughed at his own bad
joke. I simply smiled as I pulled the car into reverse and backed out of
the driveway.

	"Ty, you are too smashed to drive. I am taking you home. And if
Amanda is there she will drive me back, or I will have to call a cab."

	"Or maybe we could have a sleepover?" he asked with a sly smile.

	This boy was definitely smashed. But I still wanted the sleep
over. I knew I couldn't accept. But I really started to wish that he didn't
have a sister.  :)

	I drove him back to his place. I was able to drive because I don't
drink.  Therefore I wasn't smashed. I looked over at him and he had a
strange look on his face.  Kinda happy yet kinda disturbed. He was about to
puke. I pulled to the side and got out of the car. Walked around to his
side and opened the door. he fell out onto the ground. He screamed. He
didn't even realize I had stopped the car. I helped him to his feet, and
walked him over to the grass and put him on his knees.

	"I don't know you that well..." He was cut off in mid joke by the
force of the alcohol coming back out of his system. I laughed and held his
head away form his body so that he wouldn't barf all over his shirt. once
he had finished, I went back to the car and got my bottle of water and gave
it to him. He quickly cleansed his mouth and handed me the bottle back.

	"Keep it." was my only response. I helped him back to the car and
gave him some gum.  He happily chewed trying to get the taste of vomit out
of his mouth. He apparently wasn' t that much of a drinker.

	We drove back to his house in silence. I could see the Victorian
home atop of the secluded hill. The torches that marked the drive way were
illuminated for extra vision. I hadn't even noticed them earlier that
day. The house defiantly had a style all of its own. Its really hard to
explain. Like the Brady House meets a Picasso. But it was still very
nice. Wood on the outside to give it that homey feel, but the inside was
like a future zone.  Very strange, yet I loved it!

	I helped him out of the car and could see a viper in the
driveway. 'Was that there earlier?' I asked my self then remembered that it
wasn't and Amanda must have been home.  That was bad. I really wanted to
stay the night with this guy. I knew nothing would happen between us, a
kiss at the most. But still...

	I opened the door and we walked into the spacious foyer. I could
hear a light sobbing.  'Is Amanda crying?' I asked my self. I was about to
call her name when Tyler fell into my arms.  He was out cold. I helped him
up the stairs to his room, stripped him and laid him down. I covered him up
and went to see about getting home.

	I found my way to the living room and sure enough, there was Amanda
Wilkinson crying into a cup of hot tea. I knocked on the frame of the door
and asked for permission to enter. When she heard me knock she screamed and
jump back.

	"Who are you ? What do you want? How did you get in my house?" she
screamed as she pummeled me with questions.

	"Calm down. I am a friend of Tyler's. I brought him home. Didn't
Steve leave you a note telling you who I was?"

	" OH! You're that 'Linc' kid right."

	"Yeah sure I am the kid." I said a little offended.

	"I am sorry but I have had a really bad night." She said as she
started to cry once again.  I went to her and sat down next to her and put
my arm over her shoulder. She leaned into me and cried on my
shoulder. (People in the south are very close and trusting.)  She cried for
a minute the started to speak.

	"I am so sorry for being like this. I hate to be seen this way."
she started. She did look bad. Her face was red from crying, tears
streaming down her face. Her unfixed hair pulled back into a loosely tied
pony tail. I noticed her baggy sweats that we hanging off her. TO her side
was a empty pint of Bryer's brand Ice cream. his could only mean one thing:
Boy Trouble.

	"I don't mean to be using you as a handkerchief, but I need to talk
to someone."

	"Problems with Tony huh?"

	"How did you know?"

	"Honey, the sweats, the hair, the tears and the empty ice cream
container.  It could be nothing else." I counted off these things on my
finger. It seemed to make her giggle but it could have just been her
inhaling deeply. "Now, tell me all about it."

	Amanda took a deep breath and I handed her a Kleenex. She told me
everything about her and her relationship with her now ex-beau, Tony
Parker. She had been in love with tony and wanted to be with him the rest
of her life. But he could not accept her career. He wanted to be with her
but because of the touring they did, there was no way. So he broke it off,
and her heart.

	"He didn't love you." I stated. "For if he did he would have stayed
with you, and not worried about your career."

	"He said he loved me though."

	"It was a lie. Well, maybe he did feel something. But it apparently
didn't last."

	"Why are all guys such assholes?" she asked me with anger in her
voice.

	"Hey! Am I an asshole?"

	"You're the only guy that's not."

	"A lot of guys are jerks. But there are a few good ones out
there. Trust me. You will find you a good man. It just takes time OK?"

	"But what if I..." she said before I cut her off.

	"You WILL!" I said with force and very convincingly.

	"Maybe I will. I hope he is as good a listener as you." She said as
she pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back and thanked her for the
compliment. We locked eyes and I saw that she was in real life even
prettier than on television. She leaned in for a kiss.  I couldn't say no
so I leaned in and kissed her back. Nothing passionate. Just our lips
touching with a small amount of pressure. No tongue. We pulled back and she
gasped. I looked over in the direction she was looking and saw
Tyler. Crying in the door way wearing his green bathrobe.

	"I thought you liked me!" He shouted. "But now I see you only came
to me to get to her!!" He sobbed even harder and ran out of the room. I
looked at Amanda.  She had a look of shock in her eyes. Tyler had just came
out.


Here is this part of TGNBL. I hope you enjoyed it. I am not sorry for the
cliffhanger either. I meant to do it! If you wanna bitch me out about it or
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Henry Nelson