i'll always keep you with me | tyler

[ADDISON ROWE]

Addison had decided long ago that the best part of Sundays was that they were for relaxing.

Ever since she’d been, what?, twelve, she’d known that Sundays were for books and tea and bubble baths and blankets right out of the dryer. Sundays were for the best sit down dinners, where the entire family could recount their week, and tell any stories they had forgotten to tell. Sundays could be for rising early or sleeping in because it didn’t matter when she got up, she was going to have a perfect morning. Whether she made a nice little breakfast for herself or went out for brunch, things were sure to be easy and slow. Sundays were her absolute favorite day of the week.

She was more excited than usual for this Sunday, for this morning, because she’d be spending it with Tyler Carter, aka, her dearest friend. She’d risen early today, taking a very long and hot shower and even singing, because her roommate hadn’t come home last night, and Addison knew she was safe from being heard. Then she’d tossed her outfit for the day into the dryer, because it was the next best thing to a blanket. Everything was easy and slow and warm, and by the time she’d set off for Baum’s dining hall, she knew nothing, absolutely nothing could go wrong today. Addison was humming as she headed down various halls and passed various rooms, a book held securely in her arms, her hair air drying into her natural loose waves.

Tyler had beaten her to the dining hall and she waved at him from the door, picking up the pace to join him at the table. He’d managed to grab the very best one, right by one of the few windows that actually opened, and close enough to the food that it wasn’t a chore to get up for seconds. “Hi, Tyler, darling, my most favorite of people.

” She placed her book down on the table and, being in such a good mood, swooped in to plant a kiss on his cheek. When she hugged him, she could think only on how lucky she was to know him, and how wonderful of a friend he was. Pulling back and giving him a smile, she seemed almost sheepish at her outright displays of affection, but she clearly couldn’t have been embarrassed when she took his hand in her own and led the way to the counters.

She’d never understood why they had to pay for their food when they (or their parents) spent so much for them to go to the school alone. The food wasn’t even very good most of the time, but she could never complain about the amount of options and the spectacular quality of breakfast. Letting go of Tyler’s hand, she decided French toast was a must this morning and while she stacked two of those onto her plate, she thought about what else she’d like. “How did you sleep?[/color]” Addison asked, glancing at him, looking a tad bit curious, as if he’d had amazing dreams to tell her, ones that she could weave into new novel ideas.

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notes[/color]: i'm kind of in love with this post
& i'm really excited for this thread.
outfit[/color]: hedgie made this!, isn't it adorable??
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[TYLER CARTER]

Back home in Minnesota, it was long acknowledged that Sunday was the day for rising early for church (or earlier, if you came to the early service), coming home and changing into sweatpants, watching football or baseball and the smell of bacon and pancakes.

But after beginning his routine to stay in shape for the Marines, Sundays weren't any different than another day. He woke up at 4:30 am, pulled on his pants and boots and went for a run. After taking a few laps around campus, he went back to his dorm, where he took an ice cold shower. If he was honest with himself, he missed taking hot showers. But it might be a luxury he wouldn't have forever. May as well get used to the cold now.

He toweled off quickly, wondering about his day. He didn't get to see much of Addison, at least, not when she wasn't tailed by Freddie or Pickle or Willow or some other friend. And today was just for them. After some planning, they had decided to meet for breakfast. He was excited. Tyler pulled on his jeans and Timberwolves jersey, then laced up his boots and headed towards the dining hall.

When he arrived, it was pretty empty. Addison wasn't here yet, but then again, he rose much earlier than other guys his age. He claimed a table, sitting near the windows that let the fresh morning air in. He picked up an apple and started on that while he waited for Addie. Finally she came through the door, and he grinned widely. She looked lovely, as always.

She threw her arms around him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek and his cheeks flamed. He had cared about her ever since she had taken the time to befriend him, seeing him sit alone in class and at lunch. She was absolutely everything he dreamed of and more. And he had no idea if she liked him.

"Well, good morning to you too!"

That was terrifying for him. He didn't want to tell her, or ask her out, if he wasn't at least a little bit sure that she liked him back. And with Addison, it could be hard to tell. She was affectionate, but not overly so. She was caring and bright, but not only to him.

Addison took his hand and led him to the counter. He smiled a little, amused by how full his own plate was compared to her own.

"I slept well. Just not long. How about you?" He asked, handing the money over the counter to pay for both him and Addison.

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