The Driving Instructor

00: Tyler The Sidekick

Fresh Start Fever - You Me At Six

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"Look, Tyler, what is it? I haven't got all day. This shit has to be super secretive." I groan into the phone microphone at my only friend, Tyler. I know he will want me to do something for him, he always does. From cleaning his dirty laundry (which I don't do, by the way) to buying him crates of alcohol. I wonder what his request will be this time, something I can say 'no' to quickly, hopefully. I don't even want to process his request but I know I will.

I hear Tyler sigh as he lowers his voice. If he is in public taking this call I'm going to murder that boy. He's the only one who knows me, the only one that knows that this is my life. Killing people. I don't do it often but, when my boss can't make it, I'll step up. I've gotten through quite a lot so far, actually. I have an ample collection of lifeless bodies buried somewhere convenient that you don't need to nor will you ever know about. Am I proud of myself? Of course I'm not but I can't stop now, can I? "I need a very, very important favour." He adds in an incredibly serious tone.

What could it possibly be? I need a lift, I need you to come up with a lie for me; any of the sort? Fuck it, I do pretty much everything for this damn boy. I basically live his life for him. "What is it? I'm planning the perfect kill for tonight," I scoff, rolling my eyes. I swear if it's something stupid he's going to be the one six feet underground tonight. I should be planning right now. I'm sure I can come up with something quickly, I've done this a lot of times to know over a hundred ways to kill someone. Tyler knew that, and he also knew if we ever turned enemies or if he did something really bad, I'd have his life in a blink of an eye.

"This fucking girl--" I cut him off, my eyebrows raising in amusement and simplistic shock. Tyler has never needed advice on girls before because, quite frankly, he'd never given them the time of day. They're the last thing on his mind, with him trying to study all the time for absolutely no reason. Or maybe because he had to pull out of college (he has this weird obsession with people saying 'I love you' to him and no one would say it). Everyone called him 'weirdo' and I clenched my fists when Tyler told me. Our friendship has always been somewhat of a secret, and he'd come around to my cabin in the woods and crack open a can of Budweiser, which we'd share because we're both avid money savers.

The reason why Tyler and I are friends is because I was ordered to murder Gareth Quede but he caught me in the act. I hardly remember what happened, or why we even became friends, but all I know is he is the only one to crack my hard shell and actually become my friend. We compromised our friendship, Tyler showing me I could trust him as he brutally took something's life much to his obvious distaste and hastiness. He didn't want to but he knew he had absolutely no choice because the only thing he really wanted was a friend and he wasn't the social type. It seems something absolutely crazy and ludicrous to do for a friendship but it's absolutely second nature in my eyes. Well, not really normal. I found it weird at first but shrugged it off, telling myself to stay focused. And, plus, it wasn't a human being so he hasn't got any bodies on his hands unlike I do.

I nearly laugh, but cover my mouth just in time. "A girl? Are you asking for tips on dating, Ty?" He can't be. It's not possible. Asking me of all people? What do I know about love? All I know is the thrill, the sheer sadness of seeing someone's body go limp in front of you. Not the love, or even lust for somebody. I've never felt it, not even towards my own family. Well, maybe my mother. But I let my family go and I let any emotions or regret I had go with them. I isolated myself away from the outside world and, truthfully, I do miss the energy some people have in the morning. The people rushing to work with their chosen hot beverage to keep them awake, or a red bull.

I remember the first time I consumed a Red Bull. It was sugar free because my mum hated me drinking any kind of energy drink with a high amount of sugar -- so we compromised. Confusion hit me at first. Where were my wings? The advert promised me wings! After that, I wrote into the Red Bull company and complained. I complained about my non existent wings and the disgusting, vile taste of the drink. I didn't expect a reply, of course I didn't. I was a weird kid with hardly any hope. All I ever wanted was to change things for the better, but I ended up changing things for the worst.