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...
"Is this your parents?" Misty inquired, picking up the picture frame so she could inspect the people captured more closely. She had been unashamedly sleuthing, and had come across this room, that seemed to have the most character compared to the rest of the house. So she had done what any self respecting sleuth would do, breach the entrance for an in depth sleuth. She did not need Tyler to tell her the significance of the room, the walls all too happy to spill their secrets.
"Yes," Tyler replied solemnly. It was a small room, lacking grandeur compared to the rest of the structure. The decor lacked finesse and careful planning that made up the rest of the house. Not that, it looked awful in any sense, just not as put together. Like a baby when they just woke compared to after they had been dressed up, not any less cute either way. It had a desk in the corner that was well used. Chipped all around, markings here and there and random objects scattered about. To be honest it looked as though it were falling apart. A couch with a patterned blanket of many colours that would make Dolly Parton's mother proud. A rug adorned the floor, it looked quite inviting, perfect for floor naps. The couch faced a TV and display. There was also a library that covered the entirety of one wall. Interesting paintings covered the wall, as well as a dent that was literally framed.
"You look like them." Misty smiled, before setting the frame down delicately.
"I better hope so, considering they were my parents."
"You know what I mean." Misty replied to Tyler's smart quip with a roll of her eyes. Misty continued to inspect the display of photo frames, not daring to pick up anymore now that the identity of the people had been made known. "I always thought that you had the brightest eyes I've seen but, your mom. Your mom almost looks blind."
"Wow, okay." That was all Tyler could get out, his brain trying to compute how anyone could possibly voice that out loud.
"Was that rude?" Misty asked worriedly, facing Tyler to search his face for the answer. "Cause I meant it as a compliment, I really love light eyes. Like I'm obsessed..." Misty trailed off, as a smile began to grow on his face. "What?"
"I haven't been able to walk into this room let alone look at this display since the accident. But, I guess my feet will follow wherever you go." Tyler laughed bitterly. It was a bittersweet moment to realise how much you have begun to rely on someone. What made it worse is that he did not think Misty truly understood the power she had over him. He did not think that she saw him anything more than an experiment, something to marvel at. He thinks he has some understanding of how P.T Barnum's freaks felt.
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"Apparently you can sing." Tyler said, decided to change the subject before things turned irreversibly bleak.
"Whatever 2.0 is telling you, it's a lie." Misty was quick to spit out.
"Also, I didn't know you were a kleptomaniac."
"I am not a kelpto–"
"Tell that to the sunglasses you pinched." Tyler laughed, at the angry bundle in front him. It reminded him of the meme that was travelling around for a while. 'You're cute when you're mad/ Yeah? Well, I'm about to get freakin' adorable'.
"I was gonna give them back, but by the time the song had finished she had disappeared." Misty explained, earnestly.
"Calm down, come on, let's take a tour of the grounds." Tyler commanded, before turning around and leaving the room. It had been the hangout spot for his family. The living was too big for them to ever describe it as cosy, so the tiny room had been adopted as the family room. He remembered afternoons with his dad on the computer, his mom crocheting and him watching the tv. Or times when they would play board/card games, or do various family activities together. A dent in the wall appeared from 'rollie-pollies' gone wrong, markings of the family's heights littered on the wall. There were interesting paintings that Tyler loved to call abstract from when his love of art was starting to form. Not to mention the display case, which had their favourite photos from every momentous occasion, along with little souvenirs. When his parents had died it became a museum, but now he no longer felt sick thinking of the room and all its memories. Rather, all he felt was robbed.
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"You have a lake?"
"You're just noticing now?"
"Well you haven't thought of giving me a tour till now."
"I didn't have to give you a tour for you to know we had a lake, all you had to do was look outside your window." Tyler said exasperatedly. Misty huffed, and turned her stare to the ground, embarrassed. She had no idea how her brain had refused to compute the giant lake that made up her breath taking view from the window.
"Where is everyone else?"
"Having a sleep in."
"Why, they didn't get drunk?"
"I don't think you understand the concept of a relaxing holiday." Misty stared up at Tyler, wondering what his offhanded comment could mean. "Whatever, follow me."
"Did you just insult me?"
"Let it go."
"I'd rather do this for my holiday than sleep." This being, operating a sailboat. Tyler had already explained that the experience would have been much better if they were at the ocean. Misty did not care, happy to be on any body of water in such an elegant machine. There was only one word for it, she had fallen in love and she had fallen in love hard. Immediately caressing the wood with a gentle touch, and whispering sweet nothings about what a good girl the boat had to be. Tyler had gotten jealous, half-tempted to forgo the ride, and just lock up the S.S Avocado in her designated house. However, Misty's eyes had got him once again, and he found himself, in the middle of the lake, with a captivated Misty.
"Oh my goodness, just let it go!"
"Just saying. Anyway, how do you know how to do this?"
