Tyler paced around the living room of his house, a little—scratch that.
ROYALLY pissed off. At Ben. And Ashlyn. Mostly Ben though.
As soon as they got home, Taylor had went to their room, insisting that she needed some time alone. Tyler had agreed, but he was still very pissed off. In a fit of rage he sent Logan a bunch of rapid fire texts, ranting to the boy. Logan hadn't responded yet, figures. They boy had astronomy club today.
Sighing, Tyler sat down. He grumbled angrily. His phone buzzed and he looked at the messages.
Nerd:
Ty
Wtf
BestBfEver:
What?
I'm not allowed to vent?
Nerd:
I didn't say that Ty.
Just like
Don't blow up my phone when I'm in a club??
BestBfEver:
hYPOCRITE
YOU BLOW UP MY PHONE WHEN IM AT PRACTICE ALL THE TIME
Nerd:
We don't talk about that
BestBfEver:
>:O
Wow
rUDE
Nerd:
Look who's talking
BestBfEver:
Im delightful
Nerd:
To a rock
BestBfEver:
So your a rock?
Nerd:
....
Why.
BestBfEver:
You love me >:)
But srsly though
Can we like talk about it?
Nerd:
What?
You mean about Ashlyn being Ms. Kevin?
BestBfEver:
Yeah
Like aren't you pissed off
She tricked us
Nerd:
Well we don't know if it was intentional or not
And we know she wasn't trying to do anything :/
BestBfEver:
^
How do you know that for sure though?
Also wtf stop defending her
Nerd:
I'm not
I'm trying to keep a cool head
Look at this from both sides
I'm hurt about this too
But getting mad isn't gonna get us anywhere
BestBfEver:
No shit
But we're allowed to be mad Lo.
I'm allowed to be fucking pissed
And I am
And BEN
He lied to Taylor.
HE KNEW
and he LIED
Nerd:
^
Ashlyn could've asked him to though
BestBfEver:
He still could've told us
Nerd:
If you were in his position would you?
BestBfEver:
Why are you getting so defensive over them?
I thought you'd be on my side
Nerd:
It's not about sides Ty
Srsly
Look at this from a cool head.
BestBfEver:
Lo.
I AM TRYING
But it's hard when your BF and your SISTER BOTH got hurt by people you and they cared about
So forgive me if I'm a little PISSED
Nerd:
I know
BestBfEver:
But you DONT because your still defending her
Nerd:
Oml
IM NOT TRYING TO DEFEND HER.
YOU WANT THE TRUTH?
IM MAD
IM MAD ASHLYN LIED
IM MAD BEN LIED
IM MAD TAYLORS HURT
IM MAD
AND IM HURT TO
IT SUCKS
BUT FORGIVE ME IF IM TRYING TO KEEP THINGS UNDER CONTROL BY KEEPING A COOL HEAD
SO WE DONT BITE EACH OTHERS FUCKING HEADS OFF.
BestBfEver:
...
Ok screw it
I don't wanna leave Tay and you clearly need someone to talk to as well
My house
Now.
Nerd:
Im fine
Im sorry I blew up like that ok?
BestBfEver:
I don't remember asking
Nerd:
Fine.
Tyler smiled at his phone. He was glad he could help out at least one person he cared for. There was a knock on the door, and Tyler looked up.
That was really fast.
Tyler went up to open the door. "You got here really fa—"
It was Ben. Standing at the door with a note that just read: Don't kill me yet.
"....Give me one good fucking reason why I shouldn't."
(A/N: IM SORRY THIS ONE IS SO SHORT—STATE TESTING AND I AM VERY TIRED TvT. Also I might not post tmrw or Saturday—I have smth going on then. If I'm not able to, I'll post all three on Sunday.)
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Wrong Number.
FanfictionWhat if Ashlyn and the others didn't have to deal with the phantoms? What if their friendship started as a wrong number instead? What if they never went to savanah?
