Ashlyn was flexing all of her weapons: her flashlight, walkie-talkie, headlight, and some neat switch-blade shoes, I don't know.
"Oh! Oh! It's the killies!" Aiden marveled, pointing frantically at the shoes like a little kid seeing his favorite Disney character.
"No. Don't call them that." Ashlyn groans, obviously not liking the new dub for her shoes.
"Why? They're like wheelies, y'know, but like with knifes." Aiden argues. "Your dad's pretty awesome to make something like that. They didn't even break when you used them at practice!" Aiden remark, and I remember how Ashlyn executed that coconut to pieces with no mercy.
"My mom's the one who made them, actually." Ashlyn points out, and I notice the tiniest grin on her face. "Hey um- before we go..." Ashlyn starts, but she stops when everyone turns to look at her. "I just wanted to... apologize... for earlier. When I snapped at you guys." Ashlyn sweats slightly, and she looks up at us expectantly.
"It's ok now, don't worry. We all have our moments, right?" Taylor smiles sweetly.
The room starts opening up until Aiden says, "Yeah, Tyler has his everyday!"
"Excuse me?"
"Guys... we just stopped fighting, let's not start again, please..." Logan pleads, sweating nervously.
"Oh, Y/n." Taylor looks like she remembered something. "What took you and Tyler from coming into the bus earlier?"
"Oh! Um..." I chuckle.
About 30 minutes earlier...
As I'm about to walk into the bus, I feel Tyler grab my arm.
"I uh, need to talk to you for a moment." He says, scratching his neck.
"Ah, okay." I smile." He leads me a few busses away from the others which makes me raise a brow in confusion.
He stops and turns to look at me. It's silent for a moment. Before I could even listen completely, Tyler mumbles something I can't hear.
"Sorry, what was that Hernández? I couldn't hear you." I tease.
This makes Tyler groan dramatically, covering his with his hands and looking up. "Listen, what you did earlier was really brave. If you weren't here with us... we'll, we'd probably die from our fighting." Tyler says more clearly this time.
I stand there, shocked at what I just heard Tyler Hernández say.
"Did you just compliment me, Hernández?" I smirk.
Tyler just ignores that. "One more thing."
"Go ahead."
Tyler scratches his neck. "Tonight, stick with me. I don't want you getting hurt tonight and the psycho will probably guarantee that. OK?"
"Like glue?"
Tyler chuckles. "Like glue."
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"He just wanted to talk to me about something." I smile.
Before Taylor could respond, Ashlyn tells us that it's time.
"Get down." Ashlyn whispers urgently to Aiden, who decided now was the perfect time to stand up and stretch.
I gaze down at the phantoms. A quarter of them were looking up at us with their terrible smiles while the rest just kinda melted in the light.
"You sure your injury is okay, y/n?" Ashlyn asks.
I tear my gaze from the phantoms and look at her. "Uh... yeah. There's just a scar left, but it doesn't hurt or anything." I lift my shirt up, revealing part of my new scar.
"Woww, that looks pretty rad." Aiden marvels, making Tyler glare at him.
"Ok, get in your position then." Ashlyn told Aiden.
"Now?" Aiden looked up at her, waiting for the perfect moment.
Ashlyn gulps. For a moment she looked hesitant, but then she glared up at the car, as if making up her mind. "Now."
Aiden taps a button on his phone, and I hear something click out beyond the walls. A beat started playing.
"Is that—?"
PARTY WALKERS IN THE YARD TONIGHT
EVERYONE JUST HAVE A FUN TIME
All the phantoms dash towards the source of the sound, completely forgetting our existence.
"Are you serious? Party walkers?" Tyler deadpans, giving us an 'are you serious right now?' look.
"It's a good song!" Aiden laughs, and with that, he jumps off of the wall.
"The rope Aiden, the rope!!" Ashlyn screams, waving the rope frantically, which was our original and safer plan to getting down safely.
Thud
"It's okay, I'm durable!" Aiden yells from below.
"Idiot!" Ashlyn curses.
The others slide down the ropes, but I quickly run over to Logan.
"Y/n— y-you have to," Logan stutters, but I grab his shoulders.
"Logan, you're going to do great. I've seen you with guns before, you're talented at it and so, so brave. You have nothing to fear, just trust your gut." I say, quickly giving him a hug.
Logan trembles for a moment and then hugs me, his head resting on my shoulder.
"Go now!" He urges, and I run to the rope and slide down.
"C'mon!" Ashlyn y whisper yells to not alert the phantoms, and we break into a sprint.
As we're sprinting, I feel something in my stomach tug. Looking to my side, I feel like my heart stopped beating.
Some undistracted phantoms (with broken looking necks) suddenly burst into a sprint, headed right towards us.
Crap.
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I hate summer
FanfictionTyler x FEM reader Tyler and y/n used to be friends, but after his dad died Tyler pushed y/n away because of his feelings for her. He told himself he hated her, but he really loved her. So when they are forced to work together in the phantom realm...
