Miss Tyson

Chapter 6

ONE MONTH LATER

Ryker's POV:

Late night drives, sitting on mountain tops, and lots of weird spicy dishes later, Shay and I have made a morning routine of our own before we both head off to work. We decided to run in the morning everyday. One day, I waited at our usual spot and saw no sign of Shay waiting for me with a cup of coffee of her taste because she thinks her taste in coffee is better than mine. I guessed I was just early and waited for quite some time. After I noticed several school buses passing by, I became aware of how much time had passed, so I knew I had to check up on her.

I jogged towards her apartment and could already hear loud tv noises upon arriving on her doorstep. I knocked softly and let out a suspiration.

"I'm not here!" I heard a cry from the other side.

I'm pretty sure you're in there Shay!" I announce from my side. Even though I jogged it was still tiring. I let out a breath and waited for a response. A few minutes later I heard the door click. I held the knob and twisted it, wondering why she wouldn't open it herself.

I stepped in and I knew what the definition of couch potato was. Shay was wearing a unicorn shirt with colorful dog paws printed on her pants. She had her knees on the same length of her face and was holding a huge bowl filled with Ben&Jerry ice-cream. I struggled to move towards the couch as I tried not to step on clothes and Cheetos bags lying around on the floor.

"Uh, Shay, are you okay?" I asked, deeply concerned once I reached the couch.

"Oh yes, definitely." Shay said, not flinching her eyes from the screen.

"Phew, I thought you were going through a tantrum." I say sarcastically, meaning to get on her nerves.

"That's because what you are witnessing here, police officer, was a fucking tantrum." She retorted bitterly. I couldn't help but laugh, she's so cute when she's mad.

"Care to tell me what happened here, miss?" I ask, pretending to write down notes with my legs crossed.

Shay clutched her pillow tightly across her chest and pouted. "I don't wanna play the detective game." She said innocently. She sounded really upset. If she told me her reason was because she couldn't buy the last Prada bag I think I would have went on a full journey of Prada crazed customers and bought her one because of the face she made.

"Come on Shay, you know you love role play." I said elbowing her as I flopped down on the couch next to her, getting a pillow of my own.

"Well you see officer, I was on this very couch when it happened. I was watching television with my repulsive friends when I knew about the Mrs. Universe beauty pageant. There were models from all over the world and my favorite model happened to be on it. Nicole Queens, that's her name. I loved her ever since I was little. I always bought magazines where her face would be on their covers." She said as her eyes trailed off.

"Go on." I said, pretending to be concerned and heartbroken.

"She didn't make it." She said.

"She died?" I asked shocked.

"What the fuck Ryker no she did not die. She wasn't cast as Mrs. Universe!" She rubbed her temple with two of her fingers and looked deeply distressed.

"Well, I'm sorry about that. I'm sure she deserved i-" I was looking around when my eyes came across a magazine right next to my leg and a hint of recognition surfaced as I stared at the woman on its cover. I stood up and held the magazine, then laughed, and laughed, and laughed. "Nicole Queens" was a replica of Shay. No wonder she was so upset. I laughed so much her "repulsive" friends came out of hiding from Shay's lash out and laughed too.