WIP Amnesty: Marchy is confused (Tylers, 800 words, Teen)
I gave up on this story because I didn't know where it was going, but it was entertaining for me to write.
Brad's walking out with Segs, making plans for what they're going to do later when an unfamiliar voice yells, "Lover!"
Segs breaks into a smile and yells, "Baby!" He walks a little faster, not quite a run, and ends up hugging some guy Brad doesn't recognize. "What are you doing here?"
"Came to surprise you." The guy smacks a kiss onto Segs' cheek. Segs doesn't even try to push him away.
"Marchy," Segs calls, one arm still around the guy and smile wide as anything, "come meet Tyler."
Brad ambles the rest of the way to them.
"Tyler Brown, Brad Marchand."
"So you're the wife's other man," the other Tyler says. "Nice to meet you."
"Uh, yeah," Brad says. "Nice to meet you."
"Babe," the other Tyler says, "you gotta feed me. I'm starving."
Segs rolls his eyes. "How do you live without me?"
The other Tyler pouts. "Unhappily."
Segs' laugh is practically a giggle. "Come on, let's get lunch."
"What about tonight?" Brad asks.
Segs is already headed to his car, arm around the other Tyler. "I'll text you," he calls over his shoulder.
Brad has no idea what just happened.
*
Segs texts just about the time Brad's ready to give up on him and make his own dinner arrangements: We're getting pizza. Bring beer if you want in.
Brad buys a six-pack on his way over.
Segs buzzes him in and calls, "It's open," when Brad knocks on his apartment door.
Brad's ready to tell him how stupid it is to keep his door unlocked, but then he gets into the room. Segs is lying on the couch, head in the other Tyler's lap. The other Tyler has one hand in Segs' hair and he's holding Segs' hand with the other. They don't even have the TV on.
"You brought beer," Segs says, like it's a surprise.
"You told me to." Brad takes the beer to the kitchen, uncaps three bottles for them, and puts the other three into the fridge.
"You don't always have to listen to him," the other Tyler calls after him.
Segs barks out a laugh, and says, "I still love you best," to the other Tyler.
Brad hands two beers to them and sits in the chair, since they're taking up the whole couch.
"Usual?" Segs asks, already scrolling through his phone one-handed.
"Yeah," Brad says.
The other Tyler says, "You know what I like," and there's something too obvious about the way he tips back his beer.
Segs says, "Yeah, I do," with a grin that doesn't go away while he places their order.
The two of them calm down after that, even though they don't move until Segs has to get up to buzz in and pay for the pizza, and they manage to hold an intelligible conversation. Brad learns how they met, that they're planning to get a place on the Jersey Shore for the summer, and that they have a whole host of other friends who appear in stories but that Brad has also never heard of.
They finish off the six-pack, but two beers isn't enough to explain Brad's complete sense of disorientation when the other Tyler hugs him before he leaves.
"I've been hearing about you nonstop," the other Tyler says. "It was awesome to get to meet you."
Brad glances over at Segs, who shrugs.
"Yeah," Brad says. "It was fun. Next time you're here, we'll take you out and show you the town."
"Can't wait."
Segs says, "See you at practice," and the last thing Brad sees as he closes the door behind himself is the other Tyler sprawling out onto Segs on the couch. He still has no idea why he hasn't heard about the other Tyler before.
*
A low whistle makes Brad look up from the stick he's taping.
"Segs," Looch says, "you got laid."
Brad looks toward the door, and Segs does have some of that same swagger and smugness from when he gets laid. There's some different quality to it that Brad can't quite place.
Segs laughs. "I had a friend visiting last night."
"A good friend," Looch says with a leer.
"I'm good friends with your mom," Segs says with a shit-eating grin.
Looch half-tackles him, in a way that has both of them laughing and shoving at each other when Ference shows up.
Ference's double-take is pretty hilarious.
"Segs got laid," Looch says, Segs tucked under one arm in a headlock that looks effortless.
"A friend of mine was visiting," Segs says, twisting against Looch's grip without managing to go anywhere.
Ference makes a face. "I can't believe anyone would sleep with you if they knew you."
Looch laughs hard enough that Segs wrenches himself free with a shove that doesn't budge Looch an inch.
*
Brad meets up with Segs for dinner. The aura of smug from this morning hasn't totally worn off, but there's less swagger and more easy satisfaction.
"Did you?" Brad asks after their waitress sets down a plate of egg rolls and leaves them alone.
Segs gives him a weird look. "Did I what?"
Right, that whole thought was in his head. "Get laid last night."
Brad's walking out with Segs, making plans for what they're going to do later when an unfamiliar voice yells, "Lover!"
Segs breaks into a smile and yells, "Baby!" He walks a little faster, not quite a run, and ends up hugging some guy Brad doesn't recognize. "What are you doing here?"
"Came to surprise you." The guy smacks a kiss onto Segs' cheek. Segs doesn't even try to push him away.
"Marchy," Segs calls, one arm still around the guy and smile wide as anything, "come meet Tyler."
Brad ambles the rest of the way to them.
"Tyler Brown, Brad Marchand."
"So you're the wife's other man," the other Tyler says. "Nice to meet you."
"Uh, yeah," Brad says. "Nice to meet you."
"Babe," the other Tyler says, "you gotta feed me. I'm starving."
Segs rolls his eyes. "How do you live without me?"
The other Tyler pouts. "Unhappily."
Segs' laugh is practically a giggle. "Come on, let's get lunch."
"What about tonight?" Brad asks.
Segs is already headed to his car, arm around the other Tyler. "I'll text you," he calls over his shoulder.
Brad has no idea what just happened.
*
Segs texts just about the time Brad's ready to give up on him and make his own dinner arrangements: We're getting pizza. Bring beer if you want in.
Brad buys a six-pack on his way over.
Segs buzzes him in and calls, "It's open," when Brad knocks on his apartment door.
Brad's ready to tell him how stupid it is to keep his door unlocked, but then he gets into the room. Segs is lying on the couch, head in the other Tyler's lap. The other Tyler has one hand in Segs' hair and he's holding Segs' hand with the other. They don't even have the TV on.
"You brought beer," Segs says, like it's a surprise.
"You told me to." Brad takes the beer to the kitchen, uncaps three bottles for them, and puts the other three into the fridge.
"You don't always have to listen to him," the other Tyler calls after him.
Segs barks out a laugh, and says, "I still love you best," to the other Tyler.
Brad hands two beers to them and sits in the chair, since they're taking up the whole couch.
"Usual?" Segs asks, already scrolling through his phone one-handed.
"Yeah," Brad says.
The other Tyler says, "You know what I like," and there's something too obvious about the way he tips back his beer.
Segs says, "Yeah, I do," with a grin that doesn't go away while he places their order.
The two of them calm down after that, even though they don't move until Segs has to get up to buzz in and pay for the pizza, and they manage to hold an intelligible conversation. Brad learns how they met, that they're planning to get a place on the Jersey Shore for the summer, and that they have a whole host of other friends who appear in stories but that Brad has also never heard of.
They finish off the six-pack, but two beers isn't enough to explain Brad's complete sense of disorientation when the other Tyler hugs him before he leaves.
"I've been hearing about you nonstop," the other Tyler says. "It was awesome to get to meet you."
Brad glances over at Segs, who shrugs.
"Yeah," Brad says. "It was fun. Next time you're here, we'll take you out and show you the town."
"Can't wait."
Segs says, "See you at practice," and the last thing Brad sees as he closes the door behind himself is the other Tyler sprawling out onto Segs on the couch. He still has no idea why he hasn't heard about the other Tyler before.
*
A low whistle makes Brad look up from the stick he's taping.
"Segs," Looch says, "you got laid."
Brad looks toward the door, and Segs does have some of that same swagger and smugness from when he gets laid. There's some different quality to it that Brad can't quite place.
Segs laughs. "I had a friend visiting last night."
"A good friend," Looch says with a leer.
"I'm good friends with your mom," Segs says with a shit-eating grin.
Looch half-tackles him, in a way that has both of them laughing and shoving at each other when Ference shows up.
Ference's double-take is pretty hilarious.
"Segs got laid," Looch says, Segs tucked under one arm in a headlock that looks effortless.
"A friend of mine was visiting," Segs says, twisting against Looch's grip without managing to go anywhere.
Ference makes a face. "I can't believe anyone would sleep with you if they knew you."
Looch laughs hard enough that Segs wrenches himself free with a shove that doesn't budge Looch an inch.
*
Brad meets up with Segs for dinner. The aura of smug from this morning hasn't totally worn off, but there's less swagger and more easy satisfaction.
"Did you?" Brad asks after their waitress sets down a plate of egg rolls and leaves them alone.
Segs gives him a weird look. "Did I what?"
Right, that whole thought was in his head. "Get laid last night."