Tyler-aka-Deadlox

Ty sat in his comfy old chair, old reliable, he would call it. He called it this because it was always there... And it has ALWAYS been there for as long as he could remember. But Ty did not think about this old chair, or why it had it's name, his mind was on other things. Ty and his friend Adam were giving each other the silent treatment, but Ty couldn't stand life without his old buddy. I never should have said those things...Ty thought, running his fingers through his hair. Everything. I regret it all... Ty curled up into a little ball, trying to clam himself. Now only his feet hung over the tattered edge of the faded and worn light green