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Right, right. Cool cool cool… [ Tyler laughed again, trying to shake off his nerves. He was at Steven Beaumont’s after prom party. He deserved a night off from everything in his life falling apart and-or being so freakin’ weird… He could chill. Probably. ] I am carpe-ing the diem. Uh, well, I did basically just get here so let’s go with ‘fun to drink’. I don’t think I need to be going down in Havensdale history for being a mess or passing out in the punch bowl. Faye Montgomery has complimented, like, fifteen people and if that’s not a cautionary drinking tale, I don’t know what. Plus my mom got me this jacket from one of her fancy designer friends so she’ll forsure kill me if anything messy happens to it.
Yeah, just from the way you say ‘cool’ i know you need something to make you chillax. Don’t worry, I totally got you bro [he gets to work preparing a drink that’ll be a lot of fun without completely fucking up the guy that he’s not sure has had anything harder than a hard lemonade in his life]. Honestly, if you passed out in the punch bowl, you’d be more likely to go down in history as the guy who got his ass handed to him by fifteen seniors in the backyard of Steven Beaumont’s house for knocking over the booze. What--being nice to people is a bad thing now? I’ve been on the receiving end of one of her compliments, and it’s kinda like how I imagine being hugged by cloud would be like, you know? Ah, okay. Finally a real reason. But, just so you know, you don’t have to justify anything to anybody, okay? I might give you shit, but if you say you’re not drinking much I won’t force you.

















