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The Sons of Ipswich: Tyler's Secret	By : Briarrows69 Category: 1 through F > Covenant, The Views: 6187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Son’s of Ipswich: Tyler’s Secret

Chapter 4

“So why are you here… again?” asked Pogue as he draped a sheet haphazardly over his old sofa. Tyler slouched next to him and dropped his bag on the floor.

“It’s nothing,” he said lamely.

“Right,” said Pogue, dropping a pillow on top of the makeshift bed. “Nothing. Your roommate is your best friend, and yet you’ve spent two nights in the last week with me.”

Tyler sighed. “I’m sorry, Pogue,” he said tiredly. “I shouldn’t be dumping myself on you like this….”

“Oh, c’mon,” said Pogue, stifling Tyler’s self-degradation. “It’s no problem. I just wonder what’s going on, that’s all.”

Tyler let out a humorless chuckle and sat down on the sofa. “I wonder too.”

Pogue gave Tyler a long stare. “You wanna talk about it?” he asked. Tyler smiled at the floor. He knew Pogue was trying to be a good friend, but he could tell that the older boy wasn’t used to prying – that was Reid’s territory. Pogue was the peacemaker, always stepping in before Caleb and Reid got too intense, always calming Caleb down; he was too nice to be nosy.

“Sorry, Pogue. Not now,” he answered simply.

“Yeah, that’s cool, man,” Pogue muttered, letting a blanket fall into Tyler’s lap. “I’ll wake you in the morning. Eleven sound good?”

Tyler nodded, and Pogue clapped him on the shoulder, then walked into his own room, shutting the door behind him. Tyler sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face, then unzipped his backpack and took out his toothbrush and toothpaste. On his way to the bathroom, he felt his cell phone vibrate for the fourth time since he had left his dormitory. With a bit of anger, Tyler pulled the phone out of his jeans. The tiny screen was flashing Reid’s name, and Tyler bit his lip. He desperately wanted to know what Reid had to say to him, but he wanted to stay firm. He’d told Reid not to call him, and he wasn’t going to answer like some desperate girl. Although, whenever Pogue and Kate got in a fight, she didn’t pick up the phone either, so technically he was acting like a girl…

“Fuck it,” Tyler muttered, and he turned his phone off.

*          *          *

“Get up, man, it’s almost noon.”

Tyler groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, burying his head in his pillow. He really didn’t want to get up today; the thought of facing Reid, much less the world, was daunting.

“C’mon, Ty. I gave you extra time. You gotta get up.”

“Why?” Tyler muttered.

“Because it’s Sunday, and you gotta do your homework. You’ll regret it if you don’t.”

Tyler groaned at Pogue’s sudden sense of responsibility and pushed himself up. As soon as he did, his bladder made itself known and Tyler stood up and limped to the bathroom, blearily rubbing his eyes.

After he finished brushing his teeth and changing his clothes, Tyler sat down at Pogue’s table, which was positioned awkwardly in between the kitchen and the living room. Even though Reid had been jealous that Pogue had his own apartment, Tyler couldn’t help but be thankful for their dorm – Pogue’s apartment wasn’t that classy…. That thought brought a frown to Tyler’s face. What if Reid didn’t want him to be his roommate any more? Where would he go? He’d have to talk with the housing department at school…maybe he’d have to get an apartment? He couldn’t imagine living with Pogue…the place was cramped as it is….

“What’re you thinking about?” asked Pogue, setting a glass of water in front of Tyler.

“Oh – nothing,” said Tyler quickly, trying to compose himself.

“I let you get away with that last night,” said Pogue with a raised eyebrow. “But not this time, man. What’s this about?”

Tyler looked up at Pogue and took in the older teen’s resolute expression. He’d have to tell him something….

“Reid – he had a girl over, and he wanted me out of the way –”

“Bullshit, you’re lying,” said Pogue, cutting him off.

Tyler stared, open-mouthed. “What? I – I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You can’t lie very well, Tyler. You know that.” Pogue sat down at the other seat. “Besides – Reid? Have a girl over? Hah.”

Tyler allowed a grin, although it was weak. “You never know… a lot of girls like the rebel type.”

“So do some boys…,” Pogue muttered, looking at the table surface.

Tyler stared at him, his mouth parted and eyes wide. He swallowed, then whispered, “What is that supposed to mean?”

Pogue shook his head and stood up under the guise of checking the eggs in the frying pan. “Nothing, just – a lot of people like him.”

Tyler didn’t say anything. If Pogue wasn’t going to be forthcoming, neither was he. Tyler was beginning to wonder if everybody at Spenser knew about his feelings for Reid.

“I – I know what you’re thinking…,” said Tyler hesitantly. “But you’re wrong.”

Pogue made a vague grunting sound as he busied himself with a spatula. He managed to get some of the scrambled egg onto a plate and put it in front of Tyler before sitting down again.

“So you and Reid aren’t together?”

Tyler gasped. “What?”

Pogue looked rather uncomfortable and shrugged. “It’s just something Caleb and I thought – I mean you’re always together, neither of you date…and you wear each other’s clothes sometimes….”

Tyler stared at Pogue, unable to touch his eggs. “You – you and Caleb talk about us? You think we’re – together?”

Pogue smiled nervously. “Well what else were we supposed to think? It wasn’t like we sat around and talked about it, we just kind of… knew, I guess.”

“Well we’re not!” Tyler shouted angrily. He didn’t know what else to say, so he picked up his fork and stared at his eggs. He heard Pogue make a sound, so he looked up again.

“So – okay, I don’t want to make you mad, but…I thought you and Reid were having a fight or something, so you came here… I mean, Kate and I get into lots of fights….”

“We’re not like you and Kate,” said Tyler, somewhat bitterly. Pogue snorted, and Tyler glared at him. “We’re not! We’re not going out, we’re not dating, and we’re not ‘having a fight’!” Silence followed Tyler’s outburst, and for a few minutes, the only sound that could be heard was Tyler eating his eggs.

“You know…,” said Pogue suddenly. “If someone thought me and another guy were going out, the first thing I’d probably say was that I’m not gay….”

Tyler stopped eating – he had been caught. He could tell, just by Pogue’s tone, that no matter what he said now, Pogue would see right through him. He looked up slowly and saw Pogue looking at him, not accusingly or triumphantly, but gently. It made him feel less like a trapped animal, and he exhaled.

“I can’t speak for Reid,” he said softly. “But you’re right about me. I am – gay.”

Pogue looked at him steadily, then said with a bit of humor, “I’m sorry, but if you’re expecting me to jump up in shock, you’ll be waiting a long time. I kind of figured.”

Tyler couldn’t help it – he sighed in relief, then gave Pogue a small grin. “I can’t hide things very well, can I?”

Pogue grinned back. “No, man. You can’t.”

            Tyler ate another bite of eggs and chewed thoughtfully. “So…does Caleb know?”

            Pogue shifted in his seat. “Well we thought you and Reid were together, so… I guess, yeah.”

            Tyler glanced up at him. “So…you thought Reid was gay too? Even though he talks about girls all the time?”

            Pogue shrugged. “Reid talks a lot. I’ve learned to tune out most of what he says.” Tyler chuckled at that. “Besides, we thought you two were together, so we assumed any girl talk was just for show – like you didn’t want us to know.”

            Tyler shook his head. “We’re not together. Reid’s not gay.”

            “How do you know?” asked Pogue.

            Tyler fell silent and looked at his plate. He heard Pogue inhale sharply.

            “So that’s what this is about?”

            Tyler looked up to see Pogue, who was staring at him with an open mouth. Tyler just stared back, not knowing what to say.

            “You mean… you guys had a fight about – you told him you were gay, and now he’s pissed?”

            Tyler gave a one-shouldered shrug, as though confirming Pogue’s version of events, and put the last bite of egg into his mouth. He couldn’t taste it, however, and he took a large gulp of water to wash down the suddenly choking food.

            “Well that’s fucked up!” said Pogue angrily. Tyler looked up, surprised by the passion in Pogue’s voice. “He should know better! Our descendants were persecuted for something they were born with, just like gays! I wouldn’t be surprised if some gays were killed back then too, just for being different.”

            “It’s okay, Pogue,” said Tyler hesitantly. “If that’s how he feels –”

            “No!” said Pogue. “We’re all like family. He can’t suddenly kick you out for being gay!”

            “He – he didn’t –”

            “No, don’t defend him, Tyler. This is the last straw! Caleb’s gonna be pissed –”

            “Pogue –”

            Tyler’s pleas were cut short by a determined knock on the apartment door. It was as though time had frozen – Tyler knew exactly who was on the other side of that door, and he would have given anything to keep Pogue from opening it.

            “Pogue! Is Tyler in there?”

            Tyler cringed. Pogue gave him a ‘don’t-worry-I’ll-take-care-of-it’ look, then strode to the door.

            “You’d better have something good to say, Reid, because I’m not gonna put up with it,” said Pogue warningly, unlocking the door.

            “Shut up, Pogue, this isn’t about you,” said Reid snottily, pushing past him. “I came to see Tyler.”

TBC.
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