Roleplay time!! WOOH

( lol )

Amanda smiled and walked next to him, but winced every now and then. Jeez did it hurt bad or what? Amanda was sore and all she wanted was a bath, then a relaxing massage. She might of to the spa later on.

"You all good?" Tyler asked, noticing her wince.

"Yeah, fine." She said, forcing a smile. She didn't want him to worry about her.

"Sure." he said with a chuckle.

Her smile instantly dropped and showed no signs she was in pain as she opened the car door and got in.

Tyler got in on the other side. "You sure you're okay?I know I'm big." he joked, trying to get that smirk out of her.

Amanda nodded and didn't smirk or smile, she just looked out the window. "Yeah, you are." She said seriously, but quietly.

Tyler pulled over. "Amanda talk to me." he pleaded.

"Why'd you stop driving? Can I get out please? I need to get home soon. We've been out longer than I expected." Amanda said.

"Amanda. If I hurt you, tell me." Tyler asked, his voice strained.

( sorry I got busy and forgot you replied -.- )

Amanda looked at him and bit her lip before shaking her head. "Tyler you didn't do anything. I swear." She unbuckled and opened the door, hopping out and quickly walking over to the side walk; trying her best to not looked hurt. She didn't like people helping her or pitying her, so she normally shut them out completely.

(No problemo)

"Don't let her walk away Banks." Tyler said to himself. He climbed out. "Amanda, can I least get you some ice cream?" he called.

"Allergic." She said sadly, and started towards home.

"Amanda. You have my shirt and my jacket and my hoodie." Tyler called.

Amanda sighed, slipped off his jacket and then his hoodie. She handed it to him them took off his shirt. "Happy?" She said, her top half naked besides the pink Victorias Secret bra with white polka dots on it, and a bow in the middle. Amanda crossed her arms and started to walk away; her shirt was still at the mattress building.

Tyler's breath hitched when he saw her bra. He jogged after her and grabbed her hips, pulling her against him. "Look, whatever it is, I am sorry. But you seriously can't expect me to just let you walk away looking like that." he said.

"I need to go home, so let me go." She said and pushed against his chest to escape his grip. "You didn't do anything bad I just want to go home." Amanda said for whet felt like the millionth time.

Tyler pulled his shirt over her head. "I'll get it back tomorrow." he said before letting her go and pulling his hoodie on. "Stay safe." he said before kissing her forehead and stepping back.

Amanda blinked a bit in surprise, then nodded, and started home. She playing with the hem to his shirt, smiling to herself. She really did think she looked cute wearing his clothes.

Tyler smirked as he watched her leave. "Banks, she's gping to be the death of you." he muttered to himself. He turned and went back to his car. He climbed in and started it. He turned on the radio and chuckled as Lips of an Angel came on.

Amanda smiled to herself and continued to walk home, but the weird thing was, she walked into some of the run down homes, the ghettos basically. Yet she was so clean and stuff, it was odd to find her living in places like that.

(Wow. You're writing is fantastic! Tad bit of a time skip here...)

Tyler walked into the school with a black hoodie on. He kept his head down and walked straight to his locker.

( really, well thanks! And I love the way you rp. People will either just go on and on on details and never do t/s, or they never have any details. It really annoys me. Oh and so sorry, I passed out, kinda tired.. )
Amanda was wearing her clothes again, this time it was an angelic shirt that was acid washed and had the seen on angel wings on the back. She smiled and hopped over to Tyler, his shirt was early folded in her hands and she smiled a little brighter at him. "Hey!! I have your shirt."

(Now its my turn to be shocked... Thanks! I try. I am trying to be descriptive, but not overly descriptive. I want to be an author one day!)

Tyler didn't even look up as he took the shirt. "Thanks." he said with a raspy voice. He tossed the shirt in his locker.

( no but I mean all the raspy voice stuff, that's what gets me! It's really good. )

"Tyler...? What's up? What happened?" She asked in a worried-filled tone.