Adelaide Kane and Luke Hemmings.
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Adelaide Kane and Luke Hemmings.
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"He's playing guitar while I cook." "Who are you talking to?" "All of my Snapchat contacts." "Quit it!"
Aftermath | Self Para
Tyler had fucked up, to put it bluntly. It had been obvious that Dalia was completely unhappy with the way everything had gone down-- and Tyler reminded himself that she'd more than likely had every right to be angry. He hadn't explained to her, the issue, and for that reason, he knew he only had himself to blame in the situation.
The blonde boy walked inside, his tank top in hand and up to the bathroom where he found a towel and dried himself off. The boys room wasn't full of activity, as most of the people had been somewhere else in the house talking to a girl they'd wanted to pursue. Tyler had wasted his opportunity. He picked out a new pair of boxer shorts, a new pair of shorts, and a different tank top and went back into the bathroom, turning the shower on quickly.
He spent the majority of the time in the shower thinking about how he could have avoided her anger. Maybe he shouldn't have suggested getting into the pool, where the two would have to undress unless they wanted to ruin their clothes. Maybe he shouldn't have suggested leaving the living room at all.
Once his shower was over with, he got dressed, spent a good while doing his hair, grabbed his guitar, and sat on the bed. He strummed a few chords, before groaning and falling onto his back. "Great job, Ty," he said to himself, putting his guitar back down, and pulling the covers over top of him.
He'd known he was going to mess up here-- he just hadn't expected to do it so soon.