83. Fearful


With a very distinctive fearful look on his face, Tyler tried his best not to look down as Luce wanted him to play Quidditch with her family.

“Can I just please get down?” He pleaded, his eye closed shut and his knuckled turning white from holding onto the broom too tight.

“But we haven’t started playing yet,” Lucy said in a sad tone.

“Do you want me to cry? DOES ME CRYING WILL FINLLY MAKE YOU REALIZE HOW BAD I WANT TO GET DOWN!?” Tyler yelled, eyes still shut and holding onto dear life.

“Fine, you can get down, loser,”