Green Eyed Daydream #Wattys2016

Chapter 5

Tyler's POV

I make my way through every room, scanning the sea of unfamiliar faces, but I can't find her. Damn. I get a fucking glimpse of heaven, and then it's gone, just like that.

"Hey Ty," my sister greets me, as I take a seat next to her on the couch. "Feel better after your nap?"

"Yeah, I really needed that," I say, still searching the room for my little tormentor. "Hey, have you seen a girl, in a black dress, with dark hair, and hazel eyes around here somewhere?"

Tiffany looks askance at me, and I know she's about to start giving me shit. "Well, well, well, don't you bounce back quickly," she teases me.

I give her a 'don't fuck with me' look, but she just laughs it off. "I need more description than that, half the girls here look like that," she says.

"She's,... god, I don't know," I struggle to find the adequate adjectives, nothing seems to do her justice. "...fucking beautiful," I say, closing my eyes. I already regret soliciting my sister's help.

Tiffany sits up and scans the room. "There she is!" she yells.

I feel my heartbeat jump, as my eyes fly open and follow the direction of her pointing index finger.

I know my little sister is fucking with me when I see an emaciated looking girl wearing fishnet tights and a really short tight black dress holding up a little mirror and applying excessive amounts of bright red lipstick. "That's not her," I say, resignation in my voice. "Just forget it," I tell Tiffany, and close my eyes again.

"What, did some girl leave you hanging?" Tiffany continues to pry.

"Where's Alex?" I ask her, hoping she'll get the fucking clue to drop it.

"Oh, he's just giving his friend a ride home. This girl Carrie is supposed to be like his best friend, but she has the douchiest boyfriend. Ugh, he was just like un-fucking-bearable. Such a downer."

"Oh, yeah," I say absentmindedly, "I bet his name is Jonah," I chuckle to myself at my own inside joke.

"Holy shit, yeah! It totally is!" Tiffany yelps.

I look over at her like she's nuts. "Seriously?" I ask, not knowing whether she's still fucking with me.

"Yes, that was totally his name. Jonah. What a fucking bore," she continues, and it's like music to my ears.

"Carrie," I repeat the name, and I can't suppress the giant fucking smile that's spreading across my face.

Tiffany looks at me like I'm fucking losing it, but I couldn't care less. I know her name.

"What's with you?" she asks, confused.

"Nothing," I say, not wanting to share any more details with my nosy sister. She sure has strong opinions about everything, and I don't need her two fucking cents right now.