Tyler Simms (_babyboy) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2011-09-10 18:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | kitty pryde/shadowcat, tyler simms |
WHO: Tyler Simms (and OTA if anyone wants to jump in; otherwise just a narrative!)
WHAT: Tyler being Tyler until he suddenly arrives in Lawrence.
WHEN: Evening of September 11. DATE HAS CHANGED TO ACCOMMODATE KITTY AND AVOID NATE-PSYCHICNESS.
WHERE: Outskirts of town.
RATING: PG-13 because he drops the F-bomb.
The wet towel was wound up and then cracked like a whip against Tyler's bare thigh with a loud crack! The blue-eyed witch gave a rather embarrassingly girly yelp as he jumped from the stinging slap and spun around to glare at his now laughing (and positively nude; not that Tyler was all that surprised - Reid never did understand human decency) blond friend.
"Ow!" Tyler snapped, feeling his face go red. "Fucker."
He rubbed at his thigh, but it wasn't really from pain. He was used to being towel whipped by an overly bored roommate almost everyday after swim practice. The fact that meets were closing in and fast probably only fueled the blond's need to harass his friend even more, and all Tyler really did in response was roll his eyes. For a second, as he watched Reid's retreating back, he thought about Using just to send him stumbling forward and possibly (probably) falling flat on his face, but decided against it. A lecture from Caleb really wasn't worth it. Even if it would make him feel a little better.
Turning back to his gym locker, he moved to open it (having to reset the combination before undoing the lock thanks to Reid's rude interruption) and pulled out his clothes so that he could change out of his swim trunks. He could hear the other boys around him, heading into the showers, most of them mentioning something about heading to Nicky's tonight. Once or twice he glanced up as he changed to see if Reid or Caleb had jumped into the conversation, wondering if they had any plans to head there. He knew Reid probably did and didn't exactly need any sort of backing to know that, but things were usually a lot better when Caleb or Pogue were hanging close by as well. Reid wasn't exactly known for making friends at the billiards table.
And, okay, so maybe he wasn't the greatest either.
He smiled a bit to himself as he pulled his shirt on over his head, thinking about how he and Reid had managed to hustle nearly $120 out of Aaron three nights ago. But they wouldn't be doing any tag-teaming tonight. He scowled as he thought of the huge math test he had tomorrow. Reid probably wasn't even giving it a second thought, and Pogue was excused thanks to the great excuse of being in the hospital, and Caleb was - Well, he was Caleb, and had probably been prepared for it since he was five years old. He quietly mourned the loss of junk food and the sugar high he would have most definitely had if he was heading out that way tonight as well, and mentally prepared himself for the argument that he knew would probably spring up later.
No, Reid, he practiced in his head as he packed away his gear and stuffed it back into his locker, you cannot borrow my car. Hitch a ride with Pogue. He saddled his backpack strap on his shoulder. I don't care that you'll look like a little bitch riding shotgun with Pogue on his bike. You're just going to have to deal or not go. I might need my car. Mentally, he could already hear Reid whining about what for?? I don't know. But I might.
He blinked.
Even in my head, my arguments sound lame, he thought with a sigh as he headed out of the locker room. Only to promptly stop, frozen, as he stared in front of him.
"Oh shit," he breathed, spinning on his heel to try to figure out where the hell he was. The doorway he had just exited wasn't even there anymore. "Where the hell am I?"