♢♡Tyler♡♢

I can't believe I did that I can't believe I did that I can't believe I did that. He, he was just being so nice, and he looked so innocent and kissable, and his eyes went all wide and he was so red and now I'm so red and he was so close to touching my dick and I can't believe how cute he is and holy fuck I kissed him.

I get back to my camp and sit down heavily, holding my head in my hands. I can't believe I did that.

♢♡Time Skip♡♢

My heart sinks when Craig comes into the firelight with Luke and Marcel. Even his dick of a servant is with them. Evan arrived only a few minutes ago with a lad named Brock, who was just here to fuck shit up. I like the way he thinks. Evan elbows me and asks me what's wrong, but I just stand up. "I got the paint from the shop today, is everyone ready?" I ask, looking at Luke and Marcel instead of Craig.

"As long as no one sees us" Luke grumbles, squeezing Marcel's hand. "Don't worry Luke, we'll be fine" Brock pipes up, suddenly standing next to me. "Let's go, t'en" Craig speaks up, glancing at me. He blushes and looks away, walking the way he came. I gulp and everyone follows once I grab the two cans of white paint. "What happened?" Evan snorts, elbowing me. "Don't ask, Ev" I mumble, seeing the town approach.

"Okay, okay" He sighs, and we continue. Evan picks up the pace to break up Brian and Brock's fun, and I freeze up when Craig walks next to me. "You din'nt leh' me talk to you after las' nigh'" His accent is thicker and he sounds mad, so I just hang my head. "Tyler, goddamnit, stop walking" He snorts, so I do. Craig moves up and kisses my cheek before he starts walking again, leaving me wide-eyed and totally in love.

I blush hard and run after the group, grinning as paint spills over my hands. We arrive in town; all the lights are off, and all is quiet other than the insects. I hand everyone a paint brush and we split into two groups, each group gets one paint can. Evan, Luke, and Marcel go to one side of the town, while Craig, Brian, and Brock stick with me. I put down the paint and start slashing out windows, snickering away.

"Soo, Tyler, why do you do this?" Brock asks besides me, painting over a sign. "Because it's what's right" I answer, writing "WE ARE ALL EQUAL" on a wall. "Well, I suppose, but it isn't like you just got up and started hollering murder, right?" Craig slaps his arm and Brian just stands there, watching. He's weird. "I've been living in this town all my life, and I've seen a lot of slaves, a lot of farms, and a lot of fat white men. But no matter what your skin looks like, or who you wanna kiss, you should be treated human. Nah, you are human" I explain.

"Damn" Brock snickers, finishing his sign. Craig flicks paint at me. "Yer pretty prafound, Tyler Wilde" He giggles when I gape at him. Brian grumbles his displeasure and Brock shushes him by spearing him with a paint brush. Brian gasps in offence and soon enough all four of us are laughing, hushing each other, but laughing as we try not to wake the whole town.