Golden pressure [Part 1/2]

Chapter 4: Wishes and Wishes

*December 24th Tylers house*
*Friday 5:46 pm*
*Tyler's POV*

I can't wait for her to come back from work! It has been a long week and I miss her. I still haven't seen Steve, but I know I'll run into him soon. I finish the cookies and set the hot metal cookie sheet on the counter. I check the TV to see if anything is important on the news. Nothing just yet. I suddenly hear a knock at the door. That must be her! I take the mittens off and remove my apron. 

"I'm coming!"

I shout as I hang my apron on a hook. I answer the door.

"Steve? Holy shit kid, I haven't seen you in forever."

His lip is bleeding.

"Sorry, I been running and running."

"Come in."

I sit him on the couch before wiping his lip off and giving him an ice pack to place on it.

"Running and running, where?"

"Just around the city to avoid my dad. When I was home it was hell. He only yelled at me he didn't dare hit me... Not until last night and a few minutes ago."

"Hmm... you can stay for a little bit."

"The snow is going to be really bad. I'll be stuck in my father's house."

I can't let him go back.

"Okay shit... You can stay with me until the snow clears up. My girlfriend won't take you being here so lightly."

"Damn alright."

"And stop cussing."

"Sorry."

"Try these cookies."

I grab a cooled down cookie from the kitchen and hand it to him. He takes a small bite.

"This is pretty good. This from the box?"

"Handmade actually."

He takes another bite.

"Recipe from your grandmother or something?"

He says with his mouth full of cookie.

"Yeah, from my mom."

The doorbell rings. Shit this might be her.

"Steve head to that room. I need to talk with Will about this."

"Alright good luck."

He gets off the couch and heads to the spare bedroom. I answer the door and find her. We hug tightly and kiss happily.

"How was the trip back?"

"It wasn't horrible. Too bad I have to go again in like 3 weeks."

"That does suck."

Willow walks in the kitchen. She picks up a cookie.

"Can I tell you something? I know you just got here but it needs to be talked about."

"Go ahead."

"Steve's here."

I mumble.

"Huh? What did you say?"

She says biting the cookie.

"I said-"

"Holy shit this is good. Sorry keep talking."

"Steve is here. Like he's in the spare bedroom."

"Why?"

"He ran away. His dad busted his lip."