Step Brother 2://:Tyler Scheid

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I've only moved four times in my life. When my parents divorced, when my mom remarried, when I moved in with Harper, and when he and I broke up.

Why is it so hard to move now?

Could it be because I'm moving in with Tyler?

He and I won't have to sneak around anymore.

Maybe it's the tension with Marshal finding his brother?

They'll be reunited, who knows what will happen.

I'm actually leaving Mom behind.

She'll be with Henry. He'll one-hundred percent keep her safe.

I had sex with like twenty different guys in the same fifty-mile radius.

Well I only remember like five of them.

The first time of everything with Tyler.

Tyler.

God he promised he'd pick us up at the airport and now it's kind of scarier.

The first people I'll see in LA are Tyler and Tara and Marshal and a bunch of strangers who don't know the truth about me and Tyler. Maybe we can kiss when we get there. Show affection in public. No one knows so no one can really judge us.

Except Tara and everyone but I don't think they care. They know what we have.

The plane ride is quiet because I put in my earbuds. I'm sitting between Tara and some big guy with major b.o. I look back at Marshall. He's sitting in the very back between two girls who are giggling with him. What the fuck is going on with everyone?

He looks at me and his blue eyes somehow shine in the terrible lighting. He smiles and the girls both turn their heads to look at me. They glare at me with piercing brown eyes. I wonder what he's been saying to them for me to get dirty looks but oh well.

Then it's another four hours of Mr. B.O. getting up to go to the bathroom every twenty minutes and me and Tara being forced to endure the smell.

When we finally land, the flight attendant smiles at everyone and tells us to grab our bags and get off the plane.

Tara smiles the entire way through the catwalk and airport. Marshal still has the girls wrapped around him. I roll my eyes and then turn my music all the way up. I dart toward the first bathroom I catch eyes on and it's almost empty except for two girls giggling at two mirrors. I walk to one of the two stalls and sit on the toilet.

I pull my earbuds out and listen to the girls.

"Why do you think he's here?" One asks.

"I don't know. Maybe he's picking up a family member." The other answers.

"Maybe it's his girlfriend." She giggles before the other dismisses her.

"Tyler Scheid? A girlfriend? Please, honey. He's far too yummy for any girl but me." Then I hear the door open and close.

I run my hands over my face before I stand up. I walk out of the stall and to the sinks and I run my hands under the water. Tyler's pretty out there now. I don't even know what to do. Maybe I won't get judged as much as I feel I will.

I look at myself in the mirror. I put on a lot of makeup this morning but I know as soon as we get to whoever's house Tyler's gonna be slamming me against a wall. And I know he'll hate the makeup. I reach into my drawstring bag and pull out a makeup wipe and I wipe my makeup off.

It's quiet in here. Maybe I can just stay in here forever. Maybe they won't look for me. I look back at the stall and then I look at the door.

I miss Tyler. I miss the feel of him. I miss his lips and his face and his hair and his stupid fucking dorkiness.