Thursday the 28th of June
Since my and Tyler's little episode this weekend, things have gone back to usual. Or, usual + making out at every chance we have. I swear my lips are gonna get sore if we keep going this way.
The funeral is on Saturday, but other than clearing up the date, no words have been said about it.
I'm on my second book recommended by Tyler right now, "Emma" by Jane Austen.
as there isn't more than one or two customers a day at the valkery, and he takes care of pretty much all of them I get to read pretty much the whole day. With exceptions when going for food or chatting of course.
"Hey Lillian" Tyler interrupts my reading.
I look at him, yes?
"How about we go do something else? Something fun."
"Fun?" I answer, "like what?"
He shrugs, "I don't know, what do you usually do for fun?"
I think about it, basically nothing.
"I don't know, like go to the mall? Or the pier? Beach?" I mumble.
"Did you get the "fun" part?" Tyler gives me a look.
I roll my eyes, "there's not really much to do here to be honest" part of the reason I've felt so stuck.
"How about we go to a concert or something?" Tyler suggests.
"What sort of concert to you expect to find in Castine? The closest you'll get is probably the marching band practising." I scoff.
"I never said anything about Castine..." the smirk makes yet another appearance. His dimples ruining every attempt to not smile.
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Before I know it, we're on Tyler's motorcycle, on our way to Augusta to see the beach boys perform. I've never listened to them, but Tyler assured me I'll enjoy it.
The drive is only 1 hour and 45 minutes, but it takes forever, not that i think that's a bad thing. I'm not even completely sure if we have tickets yet, all Tyler said is that he would take care of it.
When we arrive we park at a mall not far from the venue, probably a five minute walk or so.
"So, why the beach boys?" I ask while we walk towards the venue.
Tyler is walking with his hands in his pockets.
"I don't know" he shrugs, looking over at me, "my dad is a big fan, or at least was, and he used to play them all the time when I was growing up. I've been aware of this concert for months, as it is the closest to home. I suppose it's the kinda thing you just need to experience before it's too late."
His eyes return to the path in front of us.
"Closest to home? You live nearby? Like your home I mean, not the apartment." I ask, tucking a strand of hair that has fallen in front of my face behind my ear.
"Yeah kinda, we live in Kennebunkport." He says humbly.
Jeez Kennebunkport. Also known as the most expensive town to live in all of Maine.
"Wow" I just mumble.
"Not that I especially enjoy the place. It's too grey and boring. But I suppose that might have something to do with experiences." He says flatly.
"Strange. I could say exactly the same about Castine."
He takes a big breath, resetting almost. Moving on.
"Why Castine?" I blurt.
"Why what?" He's confused. I would too with so little context so I add,
"Why did you come to Castine? And not, well I don't know, Portland?"
I cross my arms, as it's rather Chilly.
"My grandmother came from Castine."
It's too short of an answer for me, so I continue,
"Really? Tell me about her"
He shrugs, "I never met her. All I know is her name was Meryl, she lived in Castine most of her life before she married my Grandfather, Benedict, and they moved to Kennebunkport together."
"Whoa, 10/10 grandparents names by the way." I laugh, "but you didn't answer my question, why?"
"I don't really know. I guess I thought i need to get away, and Castine was the first place I thought of. There's nothing more to it, really."
I stare at him. How can someone be so mysterious but at the same time be so simple? It's almost impressive.
He turns his head to me, and as he does, his hair blows in front of his face, I'm almost convinced he's doing it in slow motion.
"Why Castine?" He asks, repeating myself.
I raise an eyebrow, giving him a judging look.
"What do you mean?"
"Why do you stay in Castine? You're clearly unhappy there." He explains, as if it's obvious.
"I can't just leave. I live there, my whole life is in Castine."
"But you don't like your life? Why not just move and start a new one? Move to somewhere like... New York! And live under some alias, like Lily Robins or something." He smiles. I adore the soft side of him as much as I'm taken by his harsh side.
I laugh of him.
"Really? Lily Robins? Let me guess, you'll go by Tyson Thacker?"
"Yes! Exactly!" He laughs.
We have reached the venue by now, and headed for the ticket booth.
"If you don't go to New York by yourself, I promise I'll bring you." He says, holding out his pinky.
"Sure" I laugh, grabbing his pinky by mine.
Writers note:
I'm working lateeee, cause I need to learn geography in USA, when I'm from Europe🙌😭
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