A/N: So, this wouldn't go away. And now there's this brand new story.

I usually don't like OCs. But that is mostly just when they end up with one of the main characters. As of right now, it's Jeremy/OC but Jyler is ultimate endgame, Jeremy/Tyler.

I really do think that I am improving. Please let me know. It would be greatly appreciated. I'd give cookies if I could. The good kind, no the internet kind. lol

Unexpected
Chapter 1: Rumors

Jeremy

Walking through the front doors of the school, I heard whispers. I knew they were talking about me. It was only a matter of time. I mean, it had only become official two days prior to this day, Monday, so I'm not all that surprised that the rumor mill was in overdrive over this particularly juicy piece of gossip. Sure, there were the odd stares here and there; like from both guys and girls who were totally disgusted, from those who were in total shock and awe, and then the non-believers.

But in hindsight, it really wasn't that bad. Elena, Stefan and Damon were a huge help in the support department, not to mention Matt.

It was mostly misinformation anyway, the biggest part they got right, its just the bits and pieces of how and why and where that were always different.

"Oh, my god!" some girl says as I walk pass, not even trying to be inconspicuous, "That's him! Did you hear?"

"Yeah," some other girl agrees, "I can't believe he's gay. Ugh, it's always the cute ones."

I smile a bit at that one and keep walking. Heading straight to my locker to grab my book for history class.

Halfway to my destination, somebody else says, "I hear he's dating some older guy."

"Ew! Gross!"

I roll my eyes. That was taken completely out of context. I'm about to turn around to correct them, even though it went against what I was supposed to be accomplishing today; ignoring the misinformed gossipers, when the other person continues.

"Ew! He's not that much older. Geez! He's like 19."

That seems to calm them down, and I keep trudging on.

I finally reach my locker and I'm just about to whip it open, when I feel a presence behind me. The looming feeling creeping up on my spine is, regrettably, an all too familiar one. Even though we'd gotten passed that a long time ago.

"So I hear some guys been porking you in the ass, Gilbert," the person behind me says. A recognizable male voice.

I slowly turn to face him, ready with a smart remark and a smile to boot, "Jealous, Lockwood?"

He scoffs, "You wish." He smiles then too.

"So we're still cool," I ask. "I mean your not completely freaked about this?"

"The gay thing? Nah," he answers. "But I am pissed I didn't hear it from you. I thought we were friends now, you still don't trust me?" he sounds genuinely hurt, and now I feel bad because yeah, I didn't trust him.

Tyler Lockwood used to kick my ass on a daily basis. So yeah, I was a little uneasy about telling him, sue me.

"I guess. I don't know, Tyler. We're friends now, but I didn't know how you'd react and I'm sorry. You still scare the hell out of me, honestly."

SHIT! He looks even more hurt now, and I'm silently regretting my words.

"Oh," he says, "I - uh, guess we have to work on that huh?"

I blink and it takes me a little while to reply back, "Yeah, I guess we do."

We're walking now, away from my locker, side by side, getting closer to my history class. And this is weird. This is new. Something's different and it's off putting. We're silent now, the awkwardness palpable.

Tyler looks weird now and I'm really starting to regret my words.

"Look, Tyler, I'm sorry about what I said earlier," I start, and I'm about to continue when he stops me.

"Don't. I get it. It's my fault and I'm sorry," his voice is so low only I can hear him and there are a lot of people watching. I guess people were expecting things between Tyler and I to go back to the way they were. Some, even hoping. And I can't really blame them, can I? I was expecting the same thing.

He continues, "I'm sorry, about how things were before. I don't think I ever told you that."

I frown a bit, "It wasn't all you. I instigated quite a few times, if I remember right," because I did. I wasn't just going to let Tyler walk all over me. Not a chance in hell.

A small smile escapes him, "Yeah. That you did."

I ask him, with hopeful eyes, "So we're cool, Ty?"

"Yeah, we're cool," he bumps a fist to my shoulder. "And if anyone messes with you Jere, I got your back."

"Thanks," I say, and I really mean it. That actually means a lot coming from Lockwood.

"So, whose this guy you're seeing," he asks.

"Oh," I say, not believing that I hadn't gotten to that part yet. "His names Alan, he's in college."

He thinks that over, "Cool." But it almost doesn't sound genuine, and that sort of irks me. I let it slide. I figure it's going to take some time for him to get completely used to it.

And the atmosphere is still different and I can't quite put my finger on it.

The bell rings, signifying that class is about to start. It's a collision of body parts and books as everyone is trying to to get to their respective classes on time.

Tyler nudges me and I turn to him, "I'll uh, see you later, Jeremy."

"Yeah, ok," I say and we're off in our separate directions. Me, heading to history, and him, only god knows where.

I stride towards class, feeling like today was a success, despite some inconsistencies, the day had started off good.

"So, how did it go today," Alan asks me as we're walking into the empty house. Jenna was at work, and Elena was god knows where, off with Stefan somewhere no doubt. Doing only god knows what.

I shut the door as I reply, "As I expected. Except, not. I guess I should have known, right? To expect the unexpected with Tyler."

We reach the kitchen, it's close to the front door of the house.

Alan inquires, "How so?" A sort of worried look crosses his face. Yeah, he knows all about Tyler.

"He was actually ok with it."

"Really," he says with genuine surprise.

"Yeah. But something about him today was a little off," I say.

"How so?"

"I don't know. Just his body language." I'd learned a while ago how to read Tyler's body language. It was my number one defense against him back when he was my abusive bully. When he was angry, I would know, and know, in turn, to steer clear.

And the language I was receiving earlier today, was annoyingly unreadable.

Alan purses his lips, seemingly in thought, "You don't think this about you being gay, does it?"

I answer, "I really don't think so. He seemed comfortable enough around me. About the same as usual. I think he just needs some time to fully wrap his mind around it. I mean, two days ago, to his knowledge, I was straight." We were at each others sides now, fixing ourselves a snack. "I mean, we dated the same girl, Alan. Mostly at the same time. Why do you think things got so bad between us?"

"Makes sense," he says through furrowed brows. But I could tell he was still apprehensive about the whole thing.

"Don't worry, Alan."

"Sorry, it's just, high school wasn't a walk in the park for me. I think I'm allowed to worry, here. I don't want, what happened to me, to happen to you," he says.

Alan didn't have the best time when he was in school. Back in his hometown, he was bullied and one time he got beat up so bad, he was in the hospital for a few weeks. And that was a scary thought. He even lost a few of his friends when he came out. Not to mention, his father. But that was an entirely different story.

"I get it," I say. Nothing but sympathy is conveyed through my eyes. And I think he gets it, because then he kisses me.

Like he always does. Gentle and sweet and full of promises I know he'll keep. And I liked that. I really did.

And I kiss him back, and moments between us are so far in between. Thanks to Jenna, and her constant insistence to keep me pure, unlike my nympho-maniacal sister. She failed once. She was determined not to do so again.

Keep on trying Jenna, one way or another I'm popping this gay cherry.

Its not like she doesn't know about my time with Vicki, everyone does. But, that was mostly for Tyler. And for me. Back when I was still a little confused. She's just trying her hardest to make sure I don't become some kind of sex addict. Like my sister.

But, it's kind of too late for that. All I think about is sex, especially as of late. I'm kind of obsessed with it. The thought of it. Everything.

And sometimes its not all about Alan. Hey, I'm only human. And I sort of feel guilty, about that. I jack off a lot. A lot. And Alan knows it, too. Teases me about it.

But sometimes, I think about Tyler. Yeah, I know. There must be something wrong with me. But god, I'd be lying if said that Tyler wasn't hot or really attractive. He was. Hotter than Alan.

Alan's all lean and mostly natural muscle, kinda like me.

But Tyler is all hard work when it comes to his body. Hard work, and physically hard, defined, masculine and oh so beautiful muscle.

Who wouldn't want a piece of that?

Broken out of my reverie Alan says, "What are you thinking about?"

And I feel guilty lying to him, but some things are better left unsaid, "Nothing. Just, homework stuff."

Predictably as ever, Alan buys it and I'm in the all clear.

"Maybe you should get cracking on that," he says. "I've got some stuff to do anyway. Call me later, we'll make plans for the weekend, yeah?"

"Sure thing," I say. And we kiss and then he grabs the other half of his sandwich as he walks away and out the door. And then I'm alone, with an untouched sandwich, a hard-on, and unfinished homework.

Great. Just great.

A/N: I hope you like it as much I do. I don't really care for the ending that much though. But, all in all, I'm ok with everything. Read and review please.

-passion