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...
"Tonya, I didn't realise she'd actually be mad. Jeez, it was just constructive criticism usual." Tyler huffed as he read the note in the book.
'Stay away from Tonya'
In his opinion, Tonya should be grateful that he had given her the criticism. He did not understand why Tonya would be mad. In Tyler's eyes no one had been brave enough to tell her anything was wrong with her project, for she had been acting like a mother bear protecting her cubs. Stay away from Tonya be damned, he was going to sort this out.
"Oi Tonya!" He saw her jump, satisfied he continued to sashay his way over. Tonya only glowered at him, her strokes getting sharper as she made a point to ignore him.
"Why are you so mad at me!? Is it because I said your work was sub par? Did I miss the memo,are you suddenly incapable of taking on any criticism now? Little miss perfect, can't do anything wrong. All she produces are perfect works of art?"
"Tyler, shut up!" Tonya hissed, hand clamping over his mouth in an attempt to shut him up. Looking around she tried not to die of embarrassment from the attention they had garnered. "I'm going to let go of your mouth now if you promise to use your inside voice." She removed her hand slowly, once she had received a nod in response.
"I don't understand why you're so angry with me. I've given you constructive criticism before, what's so different about this time?" Tyler asked, genuinely wanting to know where he had gone wrong.
"I'm not angry at the fact that you gave me criticism. I did the piece with you in mind and you just threw up all over it. It just... I was just embarrassed, I felt like...I don't know how to describe it."
Smirking, Tyler leaned forward putting his face right in front of Tonyas. "Do you have a crush on me?"
"What no!" Tyler was not all that surprised by the slap he received against his chest.
"Good, cause you would have just been passive aggressive due to your unrequited love."
"If you don't leave, I am going to punch you in the face."
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"What is this?" Tyler asked, as he threw the object down onto the picnic blanket. Misty and Dennis jumping at the sound of impact, that disturbed their idyllic peace.
"Do you just not know what a book is?" Misty asked in complete wonderment.
"What!? Of course I know what a book is!" Tyler snapped softly, as though the question were absolutely preposterous.
"Then why am I having both personalities, ask me what this is?" Misty countered, as she held up the book and waved it around.
"A diary really?" Tyler asked, eyebrow raised. He had woken up this morning, only to see the book displayed on his desk. Taped to it was a sticky note saying, 'open me'. So, Tyler did the only logical thing, he listened to the ominous message. He did not expect to see a diary entry from himself to himself. Even thinking about it, made his head hurt.
"Slash journal, slash whatever is manly. Apparently men are quite sensitive about these things, so I gave you that liberty." Misty explained.
"I don't need a diary."
"Tell that to Tonya," Misty quipped.
"What does she have to do with this?" Tyler huffed confused. Tonya had been a recurring theme, first in the entry and now in this conversation.
"Why don't you tell us? I mean you're the one she wants to kill." Misty told him, lips pursed.
"Is this about the criticism I gave her? Because that, that was justified."
"I don't know what it's about, neither does your other personality, hence where the book comes in." Misty informed Tyler. Accepting defeat, Tyler finally settled down, lowering himself down to everyone's level.
"Okay, that was fun to watch. But, I have one question." Dennis voiced out, after a moment of silence. "How did you know this was the other Tyler?"
"He's loud." Misty answered simply, not looking up from her work. This caused Dennis to laugh, not at all expecting the answer that fell out of Misty's mouth.
"Each version of Tyler is loud." Dennis argued.
"He's louder."
"Come on, there has to be more to it than that." Dennis continued to probe, not wanting to accept such a simple explanation.
"He's boisterous, almost overbearingly so. He's fluid?" Mist continued, struggling to express herself. She started shaking her arms out, in an effort to express herself better. "He's you know, um... loose, more free. However, the biggest give away, is that he has no concept of personal space whatsoever." Misty ended, giving Tyler a pointed look, who currently had his head in her lap, as he laid down. At least he had the decency to look sheepish.
"H-how?" Dennis sputtered out.
"I like to observe."
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here. Tell me a poem or whatever?" Tyler demanded. To be honest, it was not the spilling of his flaws, that had him changing the topic of conversation. It was just, apart from Dennis, he had never had anyone pay that much attention to him after the death of his parents. So, to have Misty be able to tell the difference between his two personalities, when Dennis was having trouble, it completely unnerved him.
"About what?"
"The drawing other me drew for you, the one with the two identical people."
"Um, okay." Pulling out her class projects book from her backpack, Misty riffled through the pages until she reached the correct one.
"I lift up my hands, you kick the ground. I pick up the pace, you begin to slow down. Just because we move at the same time, does that make your thoughts mine? I look at you and I see me. But when our mouths open, we say different things? Where do you start? Where do I begin? Just because we look alike, does that make us the same? Does that make us one?"
"What's it about?" Dennis asked, after Misty had finished.
"It's about what makes us fundamentally the same, and what makes us different. Humans look the same, some more than others. But, we're all more than the shell, that is our skin... That's the gist of it at least." Misty muttered nervously, not liking the feel of the eyes on her from the two boys. She was never one to respond well to scrutiny.
"I think you're about as unique as one can get. I don't think there's another Misty out there, which is great cause I quite like having the monopoly over you." Tyler beamed up at her, from his position on her lap.
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