Summertime Sadness

Chapter 3: And I Don't Mean Tyler Joseph, I Mean Tyler Monroe

Recap: Abigail got mad at her mom so she ran out and talked with her best friend, Francis or Fran. Fran is training a boy named Tyler at the sandwich shop, Danny's. Abigail can't help, but to check out the trainee. When Tyler notices that she's checking him out, he smirks and winks at her. Embarrassed, she leaves. It's now the next day.
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I did not want to work today, but I didn't want to stay home, so guess what I did.

The moment I got into Danny's, a rush came. I guess everyone wanted sandwiches today. Tyler was better today, but it was still hell trying to make three sandwiches at once by yourself.

But I managed. It helped me clear my mind of my selfish parents.

Each sandwich I made, the closer I was to my college tuition. Yeah senior year hasn't started yet, but I still needed to save my money just in case I didn't get a full ride to my dream college, Notre Dame. Just the thought of the college made me smile.

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I was about to collapse after working for almost 14 hours straight. Tyler worked as long as I did, but he didn't work as hard as I did. Fran came in around five to see that everything was a mess. I hate rushes.

"Damn girl. You should take a break." She whistled.

"I can't." I mumbled as I scrubbed the floor. "I need to work to clear my mind and if my mind isn't cleared, I'll explode."

She lets out a deep sigh and mumbles, "Margret and Tim?"

I take in a shaky breath, biting my bottom lip. I can't spill right now. Not in this sandwich shop with a boy I don't even know in the back.

"Do you want to stay at my house tonight?" She asks.

I shake my head violently and go back to scrubbing.

"I can't. I have to clean up my house. Margret decided to go out of town and Tim is drunk somewhere. I don't know what happened to Michelle and Ryan, but they weren't home this morning. They probably left too." I trail on and on about my miserable life.

Finally, I scrub one more little area by the front. I'm done.

But of course my life is terrible and Tyler decides to "accidentally" spill sauces in the front.

"You idiot!" I exclaim.

I throw the brush to the ground I stomp to the back. I grab my purse and jacket and I'm about to go outside when Fran stops me.

"What's wrong with you?" She asks.

"Everything. That idiot 'accidentally' spilled sauces in the front and this fucking sandwich shop-"

"Honey, calm down. My idiot brother will pay his price later and-"

"Wait. He's your brother?" I question.

"Yeah. I know, embarrassing." She sighs.

"Why did I not know this?!" I cry out.

"Because he goes to a private school, but he decided to switch schools." She explains.

"You never brought him up, though."

"Because I was embarrassed of him. I mean, come on. Look at him."

We both look behind the corner and what I see is different then what Fran sees. I see a very attractive boy mopping up the mess he made. His muscles flex under his work shirt. If I don't stop staring, I might drool.

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"Come on Tyler. I'll leave so you won't have a ride." Fran is not in a good mood, especially on a Friday night.

First of all, some guys tried to hook up with her and when she said no, they got pissed. The next thing to happen is Tyler accidentally bumped into her, smashing a sandwich onto her shirt. Fran was a time bomb and she was ready to explode at any given moment.

I stand alongside her, cautiously, waiting for Tyler to gather all of his things. I've taken up extra shifts to get out of the house and to earn more money.

I figured out what happened to Michelle and Ryan. They went on a road trip without me. They knew I had work and didn't want to disturb that, so they just left without telling anyone. Hope they're having fun...

Tyler finally comes our way and he strides out the back door, ignoring Fran's death glares.

"Drama queen." She mumbles.

I was about to make a snarky comment, but I then remembered her tolerance for anything. Oh well.

When we get in her car, the music threatens to make us deaf. Quickly, she turns down the music and gives me an apologetic look.

"Where you wanna go?" She asks me.

"Home." Tyler mutters, but I'm the only one who hears him.

I crack a grin and let out a little giggle.

"The usual route. We can show Tyler the dead body!" I wink at Fran.

She catches what I'm trying to do and agrees.

"Maybe add him to the collection." Fran muses.

"I like that idea." I hiss.

Slowly, I turn around to see Tyler as pale as ever with a frightened look on his face. I give him a toothy smile and I began to laugh like an evil maniac.

"Say goodbye Tyler." I whisper.

Tyler then closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, mouthing something. Probably counting to ten, like I do whenever I'm scared or upset. When he opens his eyes again, he looks calm and brave. Sometimes I wish I could look like that after I count, but it doesn't work out.

"You know, sometimes I hate how tough you are." Fran growls while looking in the rear view mirror.

"Sorry, sis. I don't try."

I stare at him with awe, wishing I could be as brave as him.

"Just go the usual route, Fran." I mumble as I turn around in my seat.

I grab the iPod hooked up to the cassette tap and I pick the music we'll listen to. My eyes catches one of my favorite bands, so I don't hesitate to tap my finger on their name. The first song that comes on by them is one of their newer ones and I know the song by heart.

"I'm fairly local! I've been around!" I scream, but I'm not the only one.

When I stop, I hear Tyler screaming the words. And I don't mean Tyler Joseph, I mean Tyler Monroe. Tyler stops the moment he knows I'm not singing.

"What?" He questions.

"You know Twenty One Pilots?" I ask him, wonderstruck.

"Uh yeah." He says sarcastically.

"Cool."

Yo this song will never be on the radio. Even if my clique were to pick and my people were to vote, it's the few the proud and emotional. Yo you bulletproof, in black like a funeral, the world around us is burning, but we're so cold it's the few, the proud, and emotional.

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Ryan and Michelle did nothing with me over break. Yeah I love them to death, but they always pull this stunt on me. Apparently they drove to Washington, D.C., New York, Philadelphia, and then back home. They both know how much I wanted to visit those places, but they still ignore that fact. But I brush it off. I'll ask Fran and Victoria, Tori, if they want to go on a road trip this summer. I won't even bother telling my family because my mom's on the verge of leaving, my dad is always drunk and I don't care about Michelle and Ryan right now since they left me alone this whole week.

Payback is a bitch.

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I was hoping to get feedback about my previous chapters, but I've gotten none and I'm really confused???? Did I do something wrong? Is this boring because I like it so I only have to please myself. Yeah I want to please my readers, but whatever.

Stay safe everyone! Have a good weekend.

~Ren