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7 Stuck in the middle with you

Tyler's pov

I wasn't chill. Not anymore. Chill out the door.
(Can't believe I just did that)

How could I be calm?
As the days went on, that one thought kept lingered around at the back of my mind, attempting to loom over me like a shadow at any given moment.

I may just be overreacting, but then again, I've somehow been mixed up in drug smuggling, so perhaps im under-reacting?  
I don't know how to react, I dont even know what to think anymore.

I kept telling myself to stop thinking about it, to focus on something else, pretend it was all a dream and carry on with my average life. Act as if what I knew I had to participate in at some point wasn't actually going to happen.
But that didn't really work out when every time me and Brendon were alone he'd whisper reminders to me.

I can just hear his faint and partly psychotic laugh in the distance at times as he whispers in my mind.
You're coming with me tyler.

We're in a little bit of trouble.

You saw my cocaine stash.

Which as you can imagine isnt at all that comfortable to have swirling around through your head at random intervals.

He said to me just the other day,
'don't worry about it Ty, you just have to tag along and I'll do all the dirty work [insert urie wink here] just picture it as a road trip.'

I'd just nod along and agree. It didn't stop this unsettling feeling I had in my stomach though that I kept trying to swallow down.

I don't understand how brendon can seem so okay with this, I mean he doesn't seem happy with the situation but he's not looking like he's about to throw up from nervousness and guilt. How does someone like me get wound up in all this anyway?

I stared down into my cup as I tipped the little packet of sugar into the milky mixture.
I was currently sitting at the local cafe with brendon, waiting for josh and alan to meet up with us as it was our lunch break.

"So what did you tell him?" Brendon asked after a few moments of him silently sipping at his coffee.

I looked up at him.
"Tell who?" I asked not following what he was saying.
I then questioning myself if he had said something prior and I just wasn't paying attention.

"Josh." He said as if it was obvious.

"Nothing..? Wha-what do you mean?" I further asked, still lost as usual as I stirred my milky coffee around with a little plastic spoon.

"Tyler you gotta tell him something. We are leaving by the end of this week. He's going to want to know where you're going." He pointed out what should've been the obvious dilemma.

"Oh." I paused for a moment as I shoved the spoon in my mouth to get a taste of the coffee it was just in.
"Well I don't know what am I supposed to tell him?" I muttered with the spoon hanging out of my mouth.

"Something he'll believe." Brendon gave a light laugh "Anything but what we're actually doing." He added with his mouth on the rim of his paper cup.

"I have to lie to him?" I whined.

"Pft of course not." Brendon scoffed with sarcasm.

I tilted my head back and gave off a little pathetic groaned with the end of the spoon still sticking out of my mouth which I then pulled out.

"I was just kind of hoping I wouldn't have to go, ya know?" I started up again, waving the spoon around as I talked.
"Maybe everyone would just forget about me and you all can carry in your illegal activities without me." I said in a hopeful tone.