remedy// Jyler

//eight//

Tyler told Josh everything that he had been bottling up these past few months. Tyler was surprised he didn't shed a single tear, but he still felt sad about it. Josh comforted him, giving his best friend a few hugs and telling him that things would work out. Tyler almost wanted to believe him, but he told himself that anything of that sort was too good to be true.

"You have no way of contacting her at all?" Josh asked curiously, Tyler shook his head.

"I've tried calling her, believe me. She never answered though. I'm assuming that means she just doesn't want to talk to me," Tyler explained, laughing humorlessly to himself.

Josh paused for a second, looking up toward the ceiling and thinking to himself. "Have you tried going to her house and asking her sister?" He asked, his eyes meeting Tyler's again.

"No. If she still hasn't returned a single call to me, I think that's her telling me to take a hint," Tyler scoffed. He stuck his hand in the pocket of his hoodie, pulling out the small notebook he had brought with him.

"So you just have absolutely no clue where she went?" Josh asked.

"Nope," Tyler responded, popping the 'p'. He flipped through the many pages filled with song lyrics and ideas he had. Other pages had Jenna's little drawings on them from whenever she would steal his notebook, and the most recent things were Tyler's notes to himself. He kept flipping through, seeing if Jenna had drawn anything else towards the back that he hadn't seen yet. But the back of the notebook was completely empty. Just blank lined paper.

"I give up," Tyler sighed, shrugging his shoulders. He stuffed the notebook back in his pocket, slumping back onto the cushion of the couch. "I'm just going to accept the fact that I'm going to be moping around about her forever."

"Hey, listen to me," his friend said, getting his attention. Tyler's looked up, meeting Josh's bright brown eyes. "She'll come around. And if not, you won't be sad forever. I can promise you that, Tyler." Tyler knew that he was probably right. He wouldn't be sad forever. But at the moment, it definitely seemed like it.

"Thanks Josh. I'm gonna go, it's getting late," he said, standing up from the couch. Josh stood up beside him, patting him on the back. Tyler mumbled a 'bye' as Josh walked him to the front door.

Tyler walked down the stairs and went to his car, opening the door. He sat down and stared out the window, not bothering to start the car.

She had to have left something for him. She couldn't have left without any explanation at all, could she? She told Tyler that he was her best friend, so he had to mean something to her.

Tyler looked around his car, moving around the scattered stuff he had stored in the console. Nothing looked as if it could have been a note.

He then picked up an empty sunglasses case, but it didn't seem to be completely empty. The sunglasses were definitely not in there, but there was a small piece of paper. Tyler never recalled putting paper there, he didn't have any reason to. He opened it and pulled out the small piece of folded paper. It looked like it had been ripped out of his notebook. He unfolded it, noticing a long note written in pink ink.

Tyler, it read. First and foremost, I know you're probably wondering why I put this in your sunglasses case. I wanted to put this note somewhere where I knew for sure you would find it, and you wear your sunglasses everyday, so I thought it made sense.

Well, she was kind of right. Tyler always wore his sunglasses whenever he was driving, or whenever he was out in the sun. He thought they made him look cooler, so he made sure they were always around him. But he lost them weeks before she had left, so ever since he searched his entire car, he hadn't bothered to touch the case. She must have not known.