The Story of Us

The last words.

Ch. 3

Summer was just right around the corner. Everyone had made up since the trip, and we were all a little relieved after all that happened when we got back to school. Principals office, talks with Mrs. Becky, and friend/enemy fights. Alan and Tyler were constantly fighting over me. Always. Since summer was starting, I wanted to hangout with Tyler since I found out he was moving schools. We went to the golf coarse, he taught me how to put. That was fun. Tyler kept throwing things at me, and just being my goofy, great friend.

After school one day, Tyler even made me miss my bus. His mom was picking him up and I was waiting with him. My bus was always last. Tyler had got to talking and doing that, throwing skittles down my shirt. We got in trouble for making a mess, but it wasn't even me! But, he made me miss my bus. After he left, I called my mom to come pick me up.

See, Tyler and I are just that good of friends. Talent show tryouts were close to the end of school, and we were both trying out. I have terrible stage fright. I don't even know why I got the wits to do it. Tyler tried out, and I was simply last because I was scared. There was a lot of people before me, and I needed room to breathe, so I left with Tyler to go to a silent place. He simply comforted me. Saying "I will go in there with you, I will be there for you." I just nodded, and he gave me this nice long hug. "I should just do it, but you're dating Alan. As much as I don't like him, I don't want to cause drama." He said to me and I looked at him like what? So I replied "Do what exactly?", his reply, "Kiss you". I kind of backed off, kind of wanting him to, but I didn't want to do that to Alan. Tyler knew to back off, which he did, I was thankful, but not at the same time. My feelings had grown, and expanded widely toward Tyler. I was beginning to realize how much I did love him.

When it was time to audition, he gave me his necklace, and sat in the corner. While I was singing, I could hear him humming along with the music. For some reason, that comforted me. At the end, everyone clapped for me. In the end, I didn't make it, but Tyler did. He sang "Let it be" by the Beatles. It was simply beautiful. I screamed so loud for that boy. He is so talented. I love that about him. He's brilliant, wise, and talented.

Then it was time for summer to start, and Tyler to leave. I knew he would always be here for me. He loved me. It was crazy to think that we had come that far in just two years.

Summer was initially long. We were gonna be freshmen in high school. Stepping up in the education. Alan had broke up with me. This kid named Brandon, the one I met at the lunch table before the choir trip in eighth grade, was flirting with me. Tyler approved of Brandon. He was a great guy. I hadn't really talked to Tyler throughout freshman year because he wasn't here. I called him all the time, texted, and social networked him all the time. Just not in person. I dated Brandon for about a year. When we broke up, it was really upsetting.

After a little while I got over Brandon, which was really hard to do. He was a great guy. Then here came this guy who decided to like me, then it turned into something more. He told me he loved me. Of course I believed him. His name was Trent. Trent and I started dating, and Tyler did not like this. See, Trent had major anger issues. He would scream, throw things, and hurt me. He would leave bruises on me and not care. I was blind to all of it, even though all my friends told me to ditch him, I didn't. Love is certainly blinding in some cases. This was one of them. Tyler had started hanging out with me more and more.

By this time it was junior year.

Tyler decided for his birthday that 'it would just be me and him' but it was his whole family. I loved it. Tyler and I were just chilling upstairs and I made the comment of "So when is your dad coming home?" Because his dad had been sent to Portland, Oregon to be a radio host. He looked at me, and said "I have been wanting to tell you for a long time.. But I was afraid I would break your heart.. He's not coming home.. My family is moving up there in May.." I just stared at him. Then it hit me, and I started crying. It was so bad. It hurt so bad. I just had to accept it. It was January and he would be leaving in four months.

My birthday came around and it was Trent, Tyler, Anna, and I. We all had just hung out at my house. It was the first time in a really long time that I had seen Tyler. So I hugged him for a long time and Trent got upset. He just didn't accept the fact that I loved Tyler and him both. Which I understand was really hard to accept. Trent seriously hated it, and got mad at me. He once again, hurt me, Tyler was getting sick and tired of it. He didn't act on it, but really thought about it. Tyler wanted Trent and I to break up. But I had fallen hard for Trent. Trent was, blinding.

At the end of this, Trent had broke up with me, after a year and a half. It was close to the end of junior year. March twenty-something and Tyler decided to come over to comfort me. I was a mess. It was a terrible break up. I was in socks, sweatpants, a tank top then a sweater on top of it. My hair was up in a messy bun, make up running down my face, Tyler just grabbed me, and hugged me. I cried and cried on his shoulder. He just held me. Tyler knew it wasn't just the fact that Trent broke my heart, but the fact that he was moving in about a month and a half.

After all the crying and being all depressed we went inside to watch a movie in my room. We sat in there watching Rock of Ages. Tyler had left his charger at my house and I didn't know it. Before I knew that and before he left, he just simply comforted me. Made me feel wanted I guess. It was just so amazing to feel that type of love. When he went to leave, I walked him to his car, it was really cold, and we sat against the car just hugging each other. I knew he loved me. And he knew I loved him. It's just one of those moments where you just knew. So I let him go ahead but I yelled out to him "Don't do something you'll regret!" As in him kissing me. He yelled back "I wouldn't regret it." Those were the last words I spoke to him until July. He didn't even tell me goodbye.

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True story. All of it.