Sincerely, Tyler ▸ (Sequel to Dear, Rosemary)

12

The sun peeking through the sheer blinds wasn't what woke me up the next morning. A repeating sniffling sound was truly what did it.

Somehow Scarlett and I managed to make our way up the stairs and into her bed yesterday night. I was still naked it seemed but my deadly hangover was what was causing me to forget entirely all about the situation taking place in front of me.

"Someone's finally awake," Scarlett giggled, "Its only two in the afternoon but, at least you're up." That sniffling sound reached my ears once more.

My body ached as it slouched over on the side of the bed, my back facing the red-haired girl. The pounding in my head had relieved slightly as my fingers massaged into my temples. As my head rested into my hands, my body turned to the recurring noise and I had decided to peak through my fingers, immediately feeling my heart beat quicken as I saw a credit card placed firmly between Scarlett's fingers.

It dragged along her nightstand, compiling together a dusty white substance. Lines and lines of cocaine were formed on the wood, a rolled dollar bill leading into her nose as she snorted each one to her ability. What the fuck had I gotten myself into?

I pulled her bedsheets around me hurriedly, stepping over her legs carelessly as I began to head for the door.

"Where you leaving to so quickly?" She asked, propping herself up and tugging at the end of the comforter around me.

I turned to face her, an excuse somehow finding its way out of my lips, "My friend you saw last night at the bar, the one with the bright yellow hair, he'll probably be worrying about me if I don't get back home soon."

She pouted, slowly crawling towards me on her knees and the pads of her hands. She began pulling her bed sheet down from my waist, exposing my entire lower half, "What can I do to make you stay longer?" Her breath lingered under my stomach, her long nails firmly holding my thighs.

I decided to play along, hoping it would get me out of here faster, "Trust me, you've already done a lot," I stopped to kiss her, my hands gripping the sides of her face, "We'll save this for next time. I'll call you, okay, Scarlett?"

After a few more moments of her whining, she was up on her feet leading me to the front door. I quickly threw on my boxers, catching my jeans that Scarlett tossed at me from across the room.

As I slipped into my shirt and Vans, she smushed my face in between her fingers, kissing me once more, and then again, and again after that.

"I had fun, Tyler," She whispered seductively, her plump lips on my jaw. I kissed her neck, "So did I."

"I'll be expecting that call soon," Scarlett called out as I left through the front door and down the steep, jagged cement stairs.

"You won't be waiting long," I called back from the street, turning away and rolling my eyes at the situation at hand. I felt like I could finally breathe, a long, relieving sigh escaping my lips as I jogged towards the nearest plaza.

My phone had died on me, so I resorted to a rusted telephone booth that sat outside an empty nail salon. Digging into the pocket of my jeans, I pulled out a quarter, dialling Josh's phone number.

The breaths I blew out showed in puffs before me, it was absolutely freezing out. "Pick up," I murmured to myself, leaning my head against the glass door frame.

He answered after five rings.

"Thank god, it's Tyler, Ryan," His voice softly sounded from the other line.

Ruffling of the phone could be heard on their end through a mist of static, and suddenly it was Ryan's voice now in my ear, "Holy shit, how hot was the girl you fucked last night? It's nearly three in the afternoon, Tyler! Did you take her out for breakfast, too? We've been worrying sick about your ass."