(Tyler Owens x reader) Love In Oklahoma

02 | See you around

A/n: Hi all. Before I get started, I wanted to clarify that towns mentioned in this story may not be real towns at Oklahoma. At first, I was doing research about towns and trying to find the distance between them, and it became more of a hassle than it's worth.

Besides, the city Crystal Springs mentioned in the movie, is a fictional town as well. That one will be mentioned in here.

Word count- 1288 words

Enjoy~

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      After weeks of working at the first little town in Oklahoma, the nonprofit packed up and moved on. It was sad to leave. Even in just a little over three weeks, you have grown close with the locals, even making some friends. You know that after all this is done, and you have a collection of memories to look through, the people you met during this time will be some of the most special, as they were the very first ones.

      The new town was about an hour away. It wasn't a city, but it was larger than the last one you had stayed at. You guys were planning on being here another three weeks, maybe four. On a list of things to do: build two new storm shelters, and help fix a park that was destroyed by a storm last year and had yet to be fixed.

     This time, instead of staying in a hotel, you stayed at a community building that hosts events such as summer camps. It had many rooms full of bunk beds. You hadn't seen anything like it before. The town was so gracious to lend the non-profit this space to use.

     "Dibs on the top bunk!" You shouted as you entered the room, flinging your backpack onto the top bed.

      "Aw man," Chelsey said, walking in the room behind you. You turned to face her stuck your tongue out at her, making her do the same back.

     After claiming bunk beds, the two of you went back outside to grab your suitcases from the work van. As Chelsey went inside the vehicle to grab them both, a red truck pulled into the parking lot, playing music loudly through speakers rigged to the top of it.

      Some people in the parking lot cheered for the people in the truck, making you wonder if they were celebrities or something.

     Two men stepped out of the van. One had dark hair covered by a baseball cap. He wore a bandana around his neck, which wasn't something you saw everyday, but he definitely pulled it off. The other wore a light cowboy hat and looked like the typical Oklahoma man—jeans, a button up, and boots.

     You watched him scan across the parking lot, looking at those who cheered and waved at them. He kept looking around until he saw you. He then tipped his hat at you.

     You might have smiled back, but Chelsey threw your suitcase down by your feet, breaking your attention from the handsome man.

      "If they're going to blast their music so loud, they should at least play a better song," Chelsey said to you.

     You listened, recognizing the lyrics of some old country tune that you vaguely remember listening to as a child.

     "I wonder who they are?" You said. "Everyone seems to know them."

     "Maybe they're the local handsome men. I call dibs on the dark hair one." You gave her a funny look. "What? You're the one who started to call dibs on things."

      "Fair enough."

     The two of you made your way up the stairs leading to the entranceway of the building when you ran into your supervisor.

      "Ah, here they are," Your supervisor, Aileen, said. "There's the storm chasers I've been hearing about."

       "Storm chasers?" Chelsey asked. "Like crazy people who drive into tornadoes?"

      You looked back at the red truck. You had wondered why it had been built with so many reinforcements and other features. Now you understood that it was built to stand against the conditions of storms.

     "Yep. They call themselves the Tornado Wranglers. They're quite the characters on YouTube, but I've heard a lot of good things about them. They raise money to give food and water to people, and are always helping on search missions when people or pets are lost."

     You looked at the two men, grateful knowing that there were more people out there helping this cause.

     As the week went on, you heard a lot about the Tornado Wranglers from the locals. There were mixed reactions, some people saying they were arrogant, crazy, and annoying; and others saying they were kind, helpful, and brave. What you have noticed though, is that everyone who had lost something from a storm or received help from them, said that they were great. Those were the voices that you chose to listen to.

     One day, though, after hearing a farmer describe what he had seen the Tornado Wranglers do near his farm last year, you felt the itch to search them on YouTube. That night, you spent an embarrassing about of hours binging their content. You found evidence to back up the differing opinions people had of them—I mean, who is crazy enough to go inside of a tornado and shoot fireworks into it?—but you could also see the big hearts they had, and furthermore, the passion they had for what they do. Passion was always a trait that you valued in people.

     The next day, you were sent to get supplies at the little store downtown. On your walk there, you saw them set up at a table between their truck and their van. On their table, laid a bunch of tee-shirts and other merchandise. Normally you weren't one to go out of your way to socialize, but this experience has forced you to step out of your comfort zone, making you more comfortable doing so. Besides, you had to talk to the infamous Tornado Wranglers.

     You walked up to them. "Good morning," You said.

      "Mornin'" The one you had since learned as Tyler, said.

      "I wanted to introduce myself. I'm (y/n)(l/n). I'm part of the non-profit Weatherproof Warriors, and just wanted to say that I appreciate how you guys are helping the people. It's needed."

      "Thank you," The girl named Lilly said. "Someone's gotta be crazy enough to do what we do."

      A few of the Wranglers cheered in response.

      "I gotta day, I'm impressed. Fireworks in a tornado, I think you're the first."

       "Damn straight," Tyler said. "How long are you guys out here?"

     "In Oklahoma?—until September. Here in Bartlesville?—about three weeks. Then we're headed over to Rochester."

      "That's actually where we're from," Dani said. "When we're not traveling for storms or doing things like this, we hang out there."

      "Well, hopefully I'll see you around then. Either here or in a few weeks down there."

      "We're bound to bump into one another if we're chasing the same storm," Tyler said.

     "Nope." You grinned. "I'm leaving all the chasing to you guys. I'll show up after the storm, not during."

      "It'll happen." He grinned back. "I'm sure if it."

      "Well, I'll see you all then when it does."

      You said your goodbyes and hurried off to the store, replaying the conversation in your head. You smiled to yourself thinking about how crazy they were, doing the things they did. You were excited thinking about getting to see them again and getting to know them better.

      That's when you had a feeling that this summer was going to be even more interesting than you imagined, though you didn't know exactly why.

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A/n: I hope you enjoyed

See ya next time!

~ B