Stuck In The Middle With You

I taught you better than I thought I did punk.

"Tyler James!" I yelled. I got up fast and ran after him. I caught up to him quickly. When he saw me beside him, he went into full concentration mode. Oh no, I don't think so. I won't let him cheat and win. I shoved him to the side, making him lose his footing and fall face first into the sand. "Payback!"

Mwuhahahahaha I'm going to win! I was so close to the pier and also being able to rub Tyler's five dollars in his face! I felt two hands on my waste, pulling me down.

"No!" I said. If I fall he's going down with me. I grabbed his arm and pulled him down on top of me. Not really the position I was going for, but he isn't going to win.

"Cheater!" He shouted, laughing.

"Me?! You pushed me down at the beginning!" I was laughing too.

"You pushed me down too!"

"Well now no one wins because we're both down."

"Yeah we are." His laughter slowly dying down. I looked up at him, both of us were breathing hard. His eyes were the darkest blue, it was amazing. The boy really had no flaws at all. Everything about his was perfect. Just like Bently, and even Adam for that matter. This boy was blessed, with an amazing body, perfect skin, and very kissable lips that were so close to mine. Wait...what? Did I just say Tyler was kissable? What the hell it wrong with me? I shook it off. It was just hormones talking probably. I mean he's hot. I've said that before. Being this close to him has me thinking crazy.

"Um." I said, trying to figure out something to say. He blinked a few times, like he was coming out of daze or something.

"Sorry." He mumbled, getting off of me. He put his hand out and I took it. He pulled me up and I felt a pain go through my shoulder.

"Ow!" I hissed.

"What?"

I grabbed my arm where it hurt and felt something wet. Blood. "I think I landed on a shell or something." I showed him my hand.

"Shit. I'm sorry Eb."

"It's ok. Wasn't your fault. I just need to go back to the hotel and I'll clean it up."

"Ok, but here." He took his shirt off and handed it to me. "Keep that on it."

I nodded. I really wish he would have kept his shirt on. After what just went through my head about him, my body is craving to make it real and not just fantasy. I can't do that with Tyler. It's Tyler for God's sake!

I took his shirt and put it on the cut. This is very uncomfortable. I can barely reach the spot it's in. It's too far back. I feel like I'm choking myself.

"Do you need help?" Tyler asked.

"Kind of."

He took the shirt from me and went behind me. "God Eb, this cut is huge. Does it hurt?"

"Just a little."

"Come on, lets go back."

We walked back to the hotel. Tyler walked slightly behind me to keep the shirt on my shoulder. We were quiet for most of the time. It was starting to hurt more now, and occasionally he would put more pressure on it making me cringe in pain. That's the only time the silence was broken, him apologizing and me telling him it was ok.

When we got to the hotel he dragged me to his room. He knocked on the bathroom door, and Bently opened it. He was shirtless too, and his hair was dripping wet. Two shirtless boys, both very hot. Needless to say, I'm turned on.

"We need in here." He said, pushing me in bathroom. "Hold that there." He said to Bently, talking about the shirt, before he ran out.

Bently looked at the cut. "Damn. What happened?"