Tyler Imagines

comfortable with death 2

+y/n POV+
It had been a couple days since I came and Ethan was wearing me out a bit, I didn't have as much energy as he did, nor did I have the social skill to hold a conversation longer then a couple of minutes. For that reason, I had stayed by myself or by Tyler whenever Ethan dragged me to the office with him.
Mark Ethan and Amy all had to film something for announcing there tour, leaving me and Tyler alone. Kathryn had the day off so it was just be and the curly haired boy. I looked down at my phone and felt him glance at me more then once.
"You're staying longer then I thought you would" he said eventually.
"What do you want from me Tyler?" I growled.
"You're going to leave next Monday, and not see Ethan for another four years or longer" Tyler said "you think that's fair to Ethan?"
"You think its fair to me, asking me to stay?" I asked.
"Ethan loves you, why wouldn't you want to stay with family that loves you?" He was now taking my tone of voice, aggressive with a slight growl.
"You ever think maybe I'm doing it for his own good?" I said "I love Ethan to death, but I'm a trouble a maker, I have a criminal record, I hand around dangerous people, I'm sure there are some people out there that want me dead, I smoke, I drink, I dropped out of collage, I have done several type of drugs, I have been in to many fist fights to count, now tell me TYLER! DO I REALLY SOUND LIKE THE BEST FUCKING ROLE MODEL?" raising my voice at the end to a shout follows by a bit of silence from his end "that's what I thought... The faster I get out of here the better it is for both me and Eth" I huffed a bit "Ethan and me will be better without each other" I finished.
"Y/n?" Ethan's soft voice came to me and I looked at the stairs seeing the three were staring at us both.
"Eth..." I said.
"If you want to leave so badly just leave!" He said tears gathering in his eyes before he ran past Mark and Amy and out the door. I closed my eyes as it slammed clenching my fist.
"How much of that did you guys hear?" I asked.
"Just the part where you'd be better off with out each other" Mark said.
"Fuck Ethan..." I rand past them leaving my bag after my sensitive brother.

×Tylers Pov×
I watched y/n run out and my eyes travailed to their bag. I got up grabbing it slowly going after them. I got in my car and texted them to ask if everything was alright. Once again my eyes on the bag, I looked around to see if anyone was watching.
I grabbed the bag and opened it up, several beat to hell travel notebooks chargers, a small book that I couldn't tell what it was and some hand rolled cigarette's. I took out one of the travel notebooks and opened it up. It felt wrong but I felt like any other way I wouldn't find out stuff about them.
July 19th,
So, mom and dad are mad cause I stayed out late with Jerry and his 'no good dirt bike gang' as my dad likes to call them. That no good dirt bike riders are pretty cool though.
Ethan had met me at the stairs and asked if mom and dad were mad at me, I patted him in the head and told him to go to bed, and that in the morning it would all be okay, like I usually do.
Speaking of which I should get to bed.