"I don't want to talk to him, because I heard enough last night! Enough that it kept me crying almost all night! Don't yell at me for not wanting to talk to your careless brother anymore."
He smirked. "Careless is the furthest thing from Tyler."
I slid down the wall, resting my head on my knees. "I know." I whispered.
"Eb, look at me." I looked up at him. He sounded so grown up. "You don't have to tell him anything. You don't have to tell Bently anything. Just listen to them. Both of them need to talk to you, and you need it too."
"What if I don't like what I hear?"
"Doesn't matter. You need to hear it."
I stood up. "I'll talk to Bently. I'm not ready to listen to what Tyler has to say." I couldn't help but put a little edge on my words at the end. I don't want to hear anything he has to say anymore. The desire to know his secrets is completely gone.
"That really wasn't the one I meant for you to talk to." He said.
"Well it's the one I meant! Now go!" I yelled, pushing him out the door.
Both of us walked down the hallway toward Bently's room. I held my breath as Adam unlocked the door and walked in. I followed him, slowly. I felt Tyler's eyes on me the whole time, but I didn't look away from Bently, even though I wanted to badly.
"Can I talk to you?" I asked him.
He stood up. "Yeah."
We walked out on to the deck and sat down. I glanced at Tyler before leaving the room. His expression was unreadable. I wish I could read his mind sometimes. It would make things easier.
"So." Bently started. "What happened last night?"
I took a deep a breath. Lie Ebony. "I got mad at you, and I used Tyler to make you even more mad. Then I got scared because I...don't want you to be angry at me." Terrible lying.
"That's it?" He asked.
Maybe it wasn't so bad after all. "Mhmm."
He moved over to me. "I'm sorry."
I smiled a little. He was so cute. His blue eyes were the same as Tyler's. Maybe that's why I'm drawn to Tyler's eyes. Actually, Tyler looks the same as Bently in most ways. Maybe this explains everything.
"It's ok." I told him.
"No it's not. It was my fault. You wanted to dance, but I had to argue. If I had just gone with you, everything would have been fine today."
"I have a feeling this would have happened eventually." I mumbled.
"Why?" He asked.
"Nevermind. It's not that important."
He didn't look like he bought it, but he didn't push the matter. "Am I forgiven?"
"Of course you are." I smirked.
He leaned in and kissed me. I wish it was longer, but then again his brothers were inside. They would come and interrupt because that's the way things work with these guys.
Bently grabbed my hand and led me inside. Tyler looked over at us, and down at our hands. I saw the glare before he shook it off. Why did it hurt me that he didn't care about me holding with his brother. It's like he isn't concerned anymore.
I suddenly felt like I needed to cry again. Why do I keep doing that?! "I'm going back to the room. I don't feel too good."
Before any of them could say anything, I was out the door. I got to my room and reached for the key, but I was wearing my sweats. No pockets. I don't have a key. Damn!
"Need this?" I heard from behind me.
I closed my eyes and nodded. I felt him reach around me and unlock the door. I walked slowly in, expecting him to just leave me alone. That's what he's done all day. I was wrong.
Tyler grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me back against him. I felt his abs through his shirt, and my breathing sped up.
"It's my turn to talk." He whispered.
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A/N: I'm so sorry about how long this took to post, and the shortness of it. My laptop battery wouldn't charge, so we ordered a new one and there was some difficulties with the shipping. Once again I'm sorry. This chapter is kind of a filler. Adam got a little attitude, which is pretty cool I think. So tell me how you guys like it and I will try to upload again soon. I've got a little system I want to try out, because I have four stories that need to be finished. This one doesn't have that long to go, but the plan is to upload each one after the other until I finish them. I have been focusing so much on this one and Pinky Promise, that I have almost stopped When Plans Start to Fail. That's not cool. I can't leave my stories hanging. Ok, enough talking. Vote and Comment! :)
P.S. What do you guys think about a chapter in....Tyler's POV? Is this a stupid question to ask since I know what the answer will probably be? Lol

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Stuck In The Middle With You
Teen FictionTo Ebony, nothing is worse than being the middle child. At least that's what she thinks until she escapes her crazy home life, and goes on vacation with the boys next door.
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