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Temple: *struts over* I see.... your his, fiancé, Sydney: come on, Temple. the lads happy

Temple: hm....... Sydney: come on, Temple! the lads okay... you shouldn't judge someone like that! you, boy. what's your name?

Sydney: aye, see the boys nice! give him a chance! Temple: fine.

Sydney: *shakes his hand* aye, tristen's mate, I see. *turns to Panther* it's a pleasure,

Sydney: *walks outside, waiting for temple* Temple: pft. *walks out*

*both are gone* Tyson: *hugs Tyson tightly and buries his face into his chest*

Tyson: I'm sorry, love. She's just nervous.

Tyson: yeah.... right? I was born in a very, strict family.

Tyson: yeah.....

Tyson: Tristen wasn't aloud to go outside and I couldn't go to a regular school..... I had to go to ' hunt ' school

Tyson: so..... I don't know how to read...

Tyson: r-really?

Tyson: t-thanks!!!!!!

Tyson: *smiles wide and runs up to him and hugs him tightly*

Tyson: *screams/laughs*

Tyson: *grabs his hips and kisses back*

Tyson: *sways back and forth a little*

Tyson: *pushes him onto bed*

Tyson: I love you.

Tyson: so.... what do you want me to do?

Tyson: *kisses back*

Tyson: *smirks*

Tyson: *licks his lips*

Tyson: heh