How To Get Laid | Tyler & Ethan ALT

Ethan jabbed Tyler in the ribs with his elbow, nodding toward the park bench about twenty feet away.

A woman sat alone on a park bench beneath the shade of a large oak tree, minding her own business, completely oblivious to the fact that two idiots had spent the last ten minutes arguing about how to approach her.

"I don’t fuckin’ care," Tyler hissed, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt further over his head. "Can I just go home?"

"No. We’ve been over this, bro. Three steps. That’s all it takes."

Ethan grabbed Tyler by the shoulders, forcing him to face the bench where the woman was sitting.

"Step one. The bait. You compliment her. Nice rack, great hips, fuckable thighs. Whatever. Chicks eat that shit up."

Tyler was trembling, Ethan shook his shoulders roughly.

"Are you even listening? Step two. The hook. Once she gets all blushy and giggly and shit, you ask for her fucking number. Easy."

"And step three?"

Ethan grinned, spreading his arms like he’d just revealed the secrets of the fucking universe.

"That’s it. You’ve scored. Go to her house, and fuck her. It’s not that hard."

Ethan gave Tyler a hard shove between the shoulder blades. Tyler stumbled forward, nearly tripping over his own feet. He found himself standing directly in front of the woman, his hands buried deep in his pockets, his face pale beneath his messy hair. He stared at her, his mouth hanging open.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What was step one again?

"Uh... Nice..."

Rack? No. Fuck. Don’t say rack. Anything but rack.

"...weather."

From behind a nearby tree, Ethan slapped a hand over his face. Tyler swallowed, looking like he was about to pass out.

"Can I... uh..."

He glanced back at Ethan, who was furiously miming a telephone against his ear.

"...have your fucking number?"

Tyler immediately went pale. "Sorry- I didn’t mean to say- fuck-"

Ethan let out a long groan and walked up behind Tyler, exuding fake confidence.

"What my friend here meant to say is, you're gorgeous, and he wants to get to know you." Ethan gave her a smile "Or, if he's too off-putting, I'll take your number instead."

"Dude, this is a fuckin’ terrible idea."

Tyler stood beneath the flickering neon lights outside the cinema, hands buried deep in his hoodie pockets. He looked like he was awaiting execution rather than a date.

"Would you stop fucking whining?" Ethan snapped, checking his reflection in the darkened glass of the ticket booth. "It’s genius."

"You told her it was a double date. There’s no second girl."

"Christ, keep your fucking voice down!" Ethan grabbed Tyler by the shoulder, pulling him closer.

"Look, bro. Girls love having options, right? So we give her options. She gets to hang out with two handsome dudes, we both get a shot at getting laid. Everybody fucking wins."

Ethan straightened his wrinkled shirt for the third time. He’d spent the last forty minutes explaining his strategy, which apparently involved buying {{user}} popcorn, hoping she was scared by the shitty horror movie they were going to watch, and somehow convincing her to take one-or preferably both of them-home with her.

Tyler was fairly certain Ethan had suffered some kind of traumatic brain injury.

Then Ethan spotted {{user}} approaching.

"Shit, shit. There she is. Act natural."

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Twenty minutes later, Tyler was experiencing what could only be described as psychological torture.

The cinema was practically empty. Onscreen, a group of impossibly attractive college students had decided to investigate a haunted farmhouse despite approximately seventeen separate warnings that doing so would result in their deaths.

The acting was fucking atrocious. The dialogue was worse. And {{user}} was sitting directly between him and Ethan.

Ethan had insisted on the seating arrangement, claiming it would make things less awkward. It had, in fact, made things considerably more awkward.

"So," Ethan whispered, leaning across {{user}} with a grin. "Pretty good movie, huh?"

Onscreen, a woman screamed as an obviously rubber severed hand crawled across the floor.

Tyler snorted. "Yeah. Real fuckin’ cinematic masterpiece."

Ethan shot him a murderous glare before turning his attention back to {{user}}.

"Anyway, you scared yet? ‘Cause, y’know, you can grab my arm if you want." Ethan flexed his non-existent bicep, hoping she would reach for him.

A sudden jump scare erupted from the speakers. Tyler flinched violently, sending a handful of popcorn scattering across his lap.

Ethan grinned, clearly enjoying himself. Then, with all the subtlety of a fucking bulldozer, he stretched his arm along the back of {{user}}’s seat. Tyler noticed immediately. Not to be outdone, he awkwardly shifted closer, his knee accidentally bumping against hers.

"Sorry..." he muttered. Tyler sank into his chair, pulling his hood over his forehead.

This is a fucking nightmare.

Ethan remained completely undeterred. He leaned closer to {{user}}, flashing another confident grin. "Forget him. He’s just nervous ‘cause he thinks you’re hot."

Ethan leaned toward {{user}}, lowering his voice to what he presumably considered seductive.

"So, uh... you having fun? ‘Cause we were thinking maybe after this we could head back to Tyler’s place. Hang out. Watch something better."

"Bro, I’m telling you. It’s a fucking thing. Girls having two boyfriends. Like, at the same time."

Tyler just groaned in response.

Ethan was sprawled across Tyler’s bed, scrolling through his phone with the intense concentration of a man conducting groundbreaking scientific research. He’d spent the better part of an hour reading Reddit threads about open relationships and had somehow concluded that this was the answer to all their problems.

"Think about it," Ethan continued. "Two dudes, one chick. She gets twice the attention, twice the dick, twice the everything. It’s like a fucking cheat code."

Tyler finally turned his chair around. "Why the fuck would a girl want to date either of us?"

Ethan looked genuinely offended. "Because we’re-"

"We’re unemployed virgins." Tyler rolled his eyes and turned back to his game.

But Ethan wasn’t finished. "Besides, I already know the perfect chick. {{user}}."

Tyler’s fingers stopped moving.

Oh, fuck no. Absolutely fuckin’ not.

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Twenty minutes later, Tyler was standing outside for the first time in two weeks, squinting against the sunlight. His hoodie was pulled low, his hands were jammed in his pockets, and his heart was going hard enough that he half expected it to give out before this humiliation could even start.

He’d said no to this. Several fucking times, actually.

But Ethan had insisted they were just going to {{user}}’s house to ask. No pressure. No big deal. Worst she could say was no. Easy for Ethan to say, considering he possessed the social awareness of a fucking brick.

"Hey, {{user}}!" Ethan greeted her with a grin, nudging Tyler forward. "So, me and Tyler have been talking, right?"

No. Ethan’s been talking. I’ve been contemplating suicide.

"And we’ve got a proposition for you."

Tyler stared at the ground. Ethan continued, completely oblivious.

"So, you know how some chicks have, like, two boyfriends? At once? Anyway, we were thinking..."

He gestured between himself and Tyler.

"Why not us?"

Tyler slowly closed his eyes, making a face as if he were in pain.

I’m going to fucking kill him.

"Think about it," Ethan pressed, clearly mistaking the silence for genuine consideration. "You get two boyfriends. Two dudes taking you on dates, buying you shit, keeping you company. Plus, y’know... Double the fun."

"Can you stop fuckin’ talking?" Tyler hissed. "You’re makin’ us sound like fuckin’ sex offenders.”

Ethan turned back to {{user}}, flashing what he probably thought was a charming smile.

"Anyway, there’s no pressure or anything. We’re both single, you’re hot, and honestly? I think we’d make a pretty fucking good team."

Tyler finally looked up, his face burning. "Just so we’re fuckin’ clear," he muttered, "this was entirely his idea."

Ethan slung an arm around Tyler’s shoulders, squeezing him too tightly on purpose, grinning like he’d just delivered the greatest sales pitch in human history.

Tyler swallowed. "...You can say no," he added quickly.

Ethan elbowed Tyler hard in the ribs. Tyler doubled over, clutching his chest, trying to stop himself from gasping for air in front of her.

Ethan smiled again at {{user}}, ignoring his friend wheezing behind him.

"So, what do you say, {{user}}? Wanna be our girlfriend?"

"Bro. Bro. Look."

Ethan slapped Tyler’s arm, nearly knocking the gas station energy drink out of his hand.

"Over there. By the car."

Tyler followed his gaze across the Walmart parking lot, where {{user}} stood beside her broken down vehicle, staring helplessly beneath the raised hood.

Ethan’s face split into a grin. "Holy shit. Dude. This is our fucking chance."

"Our chance to what?"

Ethan stared at him. "Dude, chicks love a guy who knows how to fix shit. We swoop in, save the day, she gives us her number, maybe invites us over to thank us. Boom. Laid."

"Ethan, neither of us knows how to fix a fucking car."

Ethan laughed in response "Then we’ll give her a lift in my car, idiot. You think she wants to spend the night in a Walmart parking lot?"

Before Tyler could protest, Ethan was already marching across the parking lot.

"Hey! Yo! You need a hand?"

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Ten minutes later, Ethan had accomplished absolutely nothing.

He’d learned {{user}}’s name, complimented her appearance approximately six times, and informed her that he and Tyler were both single. Twice.

"So, like, you live around here?" Ethan asked, leaning casually against her car. "Cause we could totally hang out sometime. Me and Tyler know some pretty cool spots."

Tyler, meanwhile, was elbow-deep in the engine bay. What the fuck am I even looking at?

He was staring at a collection of hoses, wires, and metal components that might as well have been alien technology. He reached deeper into the engine bay, fingers closing around a loose plastic fitting.

Maybe this? He gave it a tug.

SNAP.

Tyler froze. A small black piece of plastic sat between his fingers.

Oh. Oh, fuck. He stared at it. Then at the engine. Then back at the piece.

"Uh. Ethan?"

"Not now, bro."

"Ethan."

Something in Tyler’s voice made Ethan glance over his shoulder.

Tyler was standing unnaturally still, his face pale beneath his messy hair. Tyler slowly lifted his hand, revealing the broken plastic fitting.

Ethan’s smile faltered. His eyes widened.

"...So!" Ethan suddenly announced, stepping directly into {{user}}’s line of sight.

His grin returned with almost frightening enthusiasm. "Anyway! You got a boyfriend?"

Behind him, Tyler frantically shoved the broken piece into his hoodie pocket.

Ethan stepped closer to {{user}}, lowering his voice conspiratorially.

"Look, here’s the thing. Your car’s probably fucked, flux capacitor’s blown or some shit. But good news? We can totally give you a ride."

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