♢♡Craig♡♢

The next day, I'm the first one to Tyler's camp. He's laying on his pile of blankets, staring up at the empty space above his head. "Hey Tyler" I hum, sitting on the log a few feet away from him. Tyler looks over at me and grins, sitting up. "Mr. Thompson! Ready t' greet the new kids?" He asks playfully, running his giant hand through his dishevelled hair. "Yeah. No mind games, though" I tell him, watching him stretch over and find a shirt.

"What?! I don't play games!" He gasps, pressing his hand against his chest. "Lord, yes you do" Evan laughs, coming up the trail from the other direction. "And good Lord Tyler dress yourself" He snorts, shielding his eyes. Tyler grumbles as he pulls the tattered shirt over his head. "It ain't right y'all get t' make fun of me in m' own home. Camp. Place" He huffs when Evan start laughing, crossing his arms.

There's a large hole on the side of Tyler's shirt that's bothering me, so I speak up. "Could I sneak you onto my estate? I'd have you measured and then bring you the clothes after they've been made" I offer, surprised when both of the men stare at me with wide eyes. "Really?" Tyler squeaks, sitting up straight and clearing his throat. "Yeah, sure. Why not, right?" I smile, giggling when Tyler starts blushing and looks down. "Thank you" He murmurs as Evan smiles at me,

The underbrush crackles and the three of us look up to see Luke standing there, whispering to a shaking Marcel standing next to him. Tyler stands up which quickly steals Marcel's attention, in a bad way. Marcel grabs Luke's arm and can't look away from Tyler, probably scared by his height. "Hey, hey, it's alright. None of us will hurt you" Tyler says quietly, taking a small step forwards. "I'm Tyler, you know Craig, and this here is Evan. We won't hurt you" Tyler repeats, holding out his hand.

Marcel gulps and shakes Tyler's hand, still shaking. "Wait, what!?" Evan gasps, looking between Luke and Marcel. Luke gulps and smiles sheepishly when Marcel hides behind his arm. "Oh my god" Evan's hand clasps over his eyes as he blushes. "Oh my god" He says again, sitting down. "Ev, you can ask questions later. We got a scared kid 'ere" Tyler says sternly, taking another step towards Marcel. "C'mere, you hungry?" He asks, smiling at Marcel. It's strange to see him being gentle.

"N-No sir, M-Master Luke gave m-me a Master's B-Breakfast" Marcel stutters, looking away from Tyler when he frowns. "No need to call me sir" He says, then looking at Luke. "And if you're gonna love his boy, Luke, 'e shouldn't be callin' ya Master" Tyler brings them over to his little camp and sits on the wall next to me. "Yeah uh, okay" Luke says, gripping Marcel's hand. Marcel turns red, but he smiles and looks away so Luke won't see. Huh.

"Well, boys, welcome to the revolution" Tyler grins, putting his hands on his hips. "We're fightin' for rights" Evan pipes in, and everyone feels good about themselves when Marcel looks up with a smile on his face. "Whether it's for homosexuals or negros, everyone should be free. So, we made this group. You both in?" Tyler asks. Luke looks at me nervously and I smile, nodding at him. "It's okay, Luke. This is no trick. The three of us want you and Marcel to get married and live your lives" I giggle, smiling when Marcel laughs quietly.

"Okay, yeah, we're in. Right, Marcel?" Luke asks, squeezing Marcel's hand. "Yeah, right" Marcel grins, the loudest I've ever heard him. "Great! Mr. Thompson 'ere is gonna get me some folk clothes and then we gon' hit the town and show the people we ain't gon' be silenced" Tyler grins, shooting me a devilish glare. I smirk right back, feeling my stomach twist.

What?