What happens when you cannot remember half of the things you do in life? When you need to keep track of said things, so as to not get into awkward situations? Then you add a borderline sociopathic girl into the mix?
Simple, you get a dairy/journal...
His precious book was now stained with coffee, as he could not have possibly controlled the way he spat it out. What he had read, what had been confessed by Tyler 2.0. Well it was no wonder his precious book had fallen victim to his blowhole like spray of coffee. Now he sat stock-still as he tried to process what he had just read. Annoyed at the loss of his coffee mouthful (every drop counts as a university student). As well as disgusted at the fact that said sip was now all over his book mixed with his saliva ( at least it was not coke, he could not have dealt with a sticky book as a cherry on top). And completely puzzled at the fact that he could feel all these emotions and yet, his mind could be so empty. He guessed that is what happens when the other half of you untactfully drops a bomb on you with no care what-so-ever. It was so frustrating that what he admired about Tyler 2.0, was also the exact thing that brought him grief. He often wished that he could adopt the persona of his other half, for if that was possible there would have been so many things he would have done. Tyler 2.0 when he knew what he wanted he went for it, which frightened him as much as it brought forth feelings of envy. But, now he had these words staring at him and he was more frightened, than envious. He would have to keep on top of the situation and make sure his other half did not do anything stupid.
"Hey!" Tyler did not think he had ever reacted so first in his life. "Okay, you're definitely hiding something. Lucky for you I'm not a nosey person. Are ready to go?" Misty asked, obviously suspicious about how Tyler had reacted to her presence. Who would not have been considering he jumped five feet into the air? No one could fault Misty on her suspicions. Though she was indeed curious about what had caused Tyler to leap out of his skin, she figured he was allowed to keep secrets with himself. After all he had been forth coming with all developments so far, so why not extend same leniency.
"Yeah, I just need to read over what 2.0 did first." Tyler replied, voice shaky and heart racing.
"That book has been opened the whole time I made my way over to you. And I'm definitely sure it was opened for ages before that." Misty complained.
"I was thinking," Tyler explained. Misty just huffed in response and proceeded to sit down on the chair opposite, his bag in lap.
"Stop pouting, we still have plenty of time." Tyler told Misty as he proceeded to open the book in front of him, holding it up so that Misty could only see the cover.
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Once he finished reading the sentence he snapped the book shut again, not wanting to set sight on the offending words. "I'm sure the book does not appreciate the way you're handling it," Misty commented.
"It's fine. I'm just pretty sure Tyler 2.0 is doing everything in his power to give me premature death." Tyler said packing up.
"I don't think so, because then he would be killing himself as well," was Misty's offhanded reply. Yeah okay, clearly Misty did not understand the gravity of the situation and clearly did not see his internal turmoil.
"You don't understand, that guy wants to give me a heart attack. The things he..." Tyler trailed off, his frustration making him lose the ability to articulate sentences.
"Maybe, he just doesn't know," Misty tried to be helpful.
"Trust me, he knows what he's doing. Taunting me for his own amusement," Tyler vented.
"Well not really his own amusement, because he can't see you..." Misty offered, not helping in the least to ease Tyler's concerns. But it went through one ear and out the other.
