Boy next door (Tyler Hernandez x reader)

Ep 8

Hey guys, so I'm just pretty much skipping episode seven because it's all like Ashlyn and the dinner and stuff, so yeah.
Also did some editing to the story- Tyler and Yn don't kiss anymore, decided I wanted to slow it down :)
I also felt episode 8 turned out long enough on its own. Sooo this is only one episode, sorry it took a bit longer than usual. But if you enjoy, please vote and comment!
-Rose
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"Hurry! We can't be late- Again." I pressure the twins as we half stumble, half run up to the rest of our group waiting for the bus.

"Hey you guys made it!" Aidan greets with his signature smile.

"What happened to you guys?" I'm assuming Ashlyn is refuting to the three of us being barely put together, groaning. Taylor rests her head on my back and Tyler has his eyes closed, head leaned down, whilst I rub my head, shielding my eyes with Tyler's shoulder.

"Vodka happened."

Aidan starts laughing at that, "Omg, you guys got a hangover and have to sit on a bus for eight hours. Even I'm not that stupid!"

I flick the blond before putting a finger to his lips, "shhh."

Soon, everyone files onto the bus, finding seats, once we find every one is filled, Taylor has me squish into the seat with her and her brother, putting me in between the too.

Fuck my life.

Mr. Thomas stands at the front of the bus, checking his watch before speaking, "Okay everyone, I'm sure you already know, but I'm going to go over today schedule one last time. It takes eight hours to get to Savannah. In about four hours, around noon, we'll stop to get something to eat."

"Once we arrive in Savannah, you and your groups will have two hours to eat, go on tours, look at historic monuments, explore the area, goof off, etc. After, we'll all meet back up at the bus and head to the motels. Everyone who has a phone has added Me.Lees, Mrs. Sarah's, and my number correct?"

A collective 'yes' rings around the bus.

"Alright then, let's get this show on the road!"

As we start rolling down the road, I search my bag, grasping the bottle I was searching for with a sound of success, pulling off the cap and shaking two pills into my hand. "Is that advil?" I turn to Taylor, noticing her twins peaked interest and the idea of something to help the hangover.

"Yep." I pop the 'p' shaking two more of the little pills into the girls hand and then her brother's.

Shortly after the bus starts, Aidan- sitting in the seat behind us, shuffles through his bag, grabbing what looks to be a Rubix cube, I pull my head phones out and push them into my ears, 'fences' by paramore blasting through the speakers.

I'm brought back to reality when Taylor bumps me as she turns to face the seat behind us, "can I try one?"

"Sure."

Shrugging, I turn to the blond, "could I get one of those?"

He nods, his usual grin resting on his face, I grab the wooden puzzle, messing around with it in my hand.

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Just about the 4 hour mark (more like 3.5) we hit a particularly large bump in the road, causing everyone to jumble around, but no harm done. Right? No.

Of course not.

Life can't be that simple.

Nooooo.

I landed right in Tyler's lap.

Right

In

My best friends

Lap.

Fuck. My. Life.

I blush, scrambling out an apology as my hands flail to find a way out of this...predicament, but I'm stopped by his hands, grabbing my waist and helping to maneuver me off him, that's the end. Or so I thought, one of his hands stays wrapped around my waist. It seems almost subconscious in the way he doesn't even acknowledge it.

I look up, face still bright as a tomato, he's already looking at me, a blush of his own resting on his cheeks.

"I-I'm sorry. The bump just- I couldn't- I-"

He gives me a smirk. Gods that smirk. "Mhm, keep searching for your excuse, I know you just wanted in my lap."

I pause, stunned, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He half scoff, half laughs before turning back to looking out the window, pushing his earbud back in his ear. Following his idea, I shove mine in, blasting my music loud enough to break my eardrums. His hand still around my waist.

🎀🌷🎀

We all file off the bus as we make it to Savannah- finally. Looking ahead slightly, I see Ashlyn stretching out her back, a series of crackles and pops sounding from her sore body- fuck I wish my back popped like that.

"Alright everyone, don't go to far out, make sure to be back here by five, and if anything happens call us immediately! When everyone is back..." I zone out as Mr.Thomas drones on, instead looking around the area, it's...creepy. But like almost like a 80's horror film creepy. So not a bad creepy.

Our group starts to trail away from the bus, "Hey Ash, you comin'" I can hear Aidan call the red head as we start walking.

"What should we do first?"

"Well, we haven't eaten since we stopped for lunch a few hours ago. We can get some food and talk about what to do while we eat." Ah Taylor, ever the beautiful thinker.

"Sure."

"Sounds like a good idea."

Basically, Different ways of saying 'yes, let's eat.' Range through the group.

We stop to eat, going on a horse carriage ride, exploring different shops and monuments, until Taylor notices a face painting stand.

I decide to get something simple, a small flower curling around my eye, we spend some more time hanging out around the park, talking and goofing off. Pretty sure Aidan was stealing coins.

Once done there, we walk down the street for a bit, thinking of our next idea. "We have fourty minutes left."

"Guess we should probably head back in thirty minutes then."

"Excuse me! Would you be interested in a tour of the sorrel weed house?" A lady with short pixy cut hair approaches us, immediately I have an off felling about her and this offer. Goosebumps rise on my skin as she speaks. I don't know what it is but something is off.

"A group canceled their tour last minute and now we have some empty spots if you guys are interested? It's only five dollars a person."

"Wait really? This place is supposed to be really haunted, we gotta go." Of course. Taylor wants to go, and she's heard of it. Great. I was ready to turn her down but if she goes I go.

"Right this way." The lady leads us to the old building and still the gut feeling of just... 'wrong' hasn't left. An icky feeling on my tongue as I follow the rest of our group.

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Okkkk hope you enjoyed!