Tyler woke up with a hangover the size of Texas.
That's what you get, dumbass. he thought to himself. He looked over at the tiny couch that was set up in the corner of the room.
On it, was Mackenzie. Fully dressed and curled into a tight ball.
Tyler sighed at this sight. She must have brought him home last night, and of course him being the asshole that he is, he didn't even think to offer her the bed.
She would be sore when she woke up, that's for sure.
Why does she even put up with my sorry ass. he thought, running his fingers through his long hair.
Think deeper Tyler Sky. a soft famaliar voice said and whispered away.
He stared at Mackenzie's motionless and quite frankly, painful looking body.
Tyler walked across the room and shook her awake.
"Hey Macky, wake up." he said quietly in her ear.
She groaned and tried to roll over but ended up on the floor. She hit the hardwood floor with a thud and groaned again.
Tyler chuckled at her cacooned figure on the floor.
"Why did you wake me up shit head?" she said, narrowing her eyes at him.
"Because," he said an chuckled "I wanted to see those puurrtty peepers."
Mackenzie rolled her hazel eyes and unwrapped herself out of the blanket.
"Where's Jolee?" Tyler asked, suddenly remembering she wasn't there.
"Oh, I'm sure she is home safe and sound." Mackenzie said quickly, like she wanted to change the topic right then.
Tyler raised an eyebrow at her expression.
"Uhh, let's go work that hangover off. How about some coffee?" Mackenzie said, chuckling nervously.
Tyler knew there was something wrong, but decided to file it for later. For some reason though, he knew it was something important.
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Second Chances for Tyler Landry
Teen FictionEveryone deserves a second chance. Everyone deserves a redo. Tyler Landry let his best friend Mackenzie Lowly die at her own hands. This isn't another suicide story, because this time, Tyler Landry gets a second chance.
