Lucky-Unlucky //t.j.

chapter two//the clean up

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"...yeah, i'm sorry about that..." he chuckled. "its not your fault, no need to apologise. i didnt know jade and you were together, so she must have thought something was going on when she saw as that close..." amy said, referring to the incident. "yeah... wait, what? No, no, jade and i are not together." her mouth was agape and she felt that tiny bit of what she considered was a feeling of "hope", crip up again. "but she told me you were her boyfriend" she stated confused. "yeah she always does, only because it makes her more popular or whatever... not saying that hanging out with me makes someone popular, its just what she thinks, haha..." and his face got red as he tried to hide his nervousness. "yeah, i got it." she laughed at how awkward he had acted. "anyways..." amy kept on, "...i got to clean up, or more like ask for a new shirt. you should get going too." "um, yeah youre right." tyler said and they both got up and went their separate ways with no other words outering their lips. 

amy went what she guessed was the nurses office so she could ask for a new shirt. the lady's name there was madelin, which was a perfect name for a delicate and sophisticated woman of her age. madelin handed amy a plain red t-shirt so she wouldnt have to walk around all day wearing a full of coffee rag. she walked out the door and heard the bell ring, signaling 5th period. in other words, history. 

in class, everyone totally ignored her, which she thought was good. the subject went by painfully slowly. but she managed to stay in place and not burst out in anger and distress. mr benetton reminded every one of the quiz they had to study for next tuesday and then hurried out of the room, just like all the angsty teens, eager to be free.  everyone but amy though. she was walking slowly and left the classroom last. 

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at 2:18 p.m. the brunette noobie was finally done with school. amy had had enough in her very first day and she was oh-so-excited.to go back home and get some shut-eye in her comfy mattress. her frozen hands were in her jeans' pockets. ironic how it was march and her hands felt like cold marble. her hair was just above her shoulders, and it was moving up and down as she walked on the pavement down the street. she was peacefully looking around and humming non-existent songs. but that peacefull-ness was cut when someone put their hand on her shoulder and gently made her turn around to look at them. there he was, in all his glory, tyler... what was his last name again? amy never got the chance to ask. 

"hey, amy" he simply stated. "oh hi" she replied. "nice shirt. red suits you" he teased friendly. "um, thanks..." she could feel herself blush to that so simple comment that had literally no intentions of causing her to do so. thats how vulnerable amy was. "well we didnt quite meet each other properly so, im tyler joseph." " amy clarke. a pleasure to meet you tyler joseph." she giggled and tyler thought it was one of the cutest things he had heard that day. "can i walk with you?" he asked amy and she nodded before they both started moving their feet almost in sync. 

a few seconds after, tyler decided to speak up "so, do you like your new school. though i know jade didnt make such a good impression, i guarantee you no one else is like that" he slightly laughed. "i do like it and really, i dont give a fly she did that." tyler thought she'd say something more graphic than 'fly' but amy grew up with religious parents and was brought up learning not to swear. she did cuss here and there though, but only when needed. "well, dont let her get to you... by the way, why did you move here again?" tyler's mind would never think that question would have such a complicated answer. amy didnt want to talk about such a personal thing to -technically- a stranger, so she lied, "i, um, i moved here because, well my dad got a good job so... yeah." amy was never a good liar, thus such a lame attempt. tyler nodded and slid his hands in his jeans' front pockets. "so, amy, tell me about you. you seem like an interesting person." she chuckled, but it was more of an ironic and 'fake' one, just to add emphasis to what she'd say. "if you find locking yourself in your room, listening to music in your headphones non stop and reading until 3 am interesting, then i am indeed interesting." tyler looked at her with a slight smile on his lips and said: "yes. yes, you are. thats what i like doing too by the way. people think im important and popular and better than anyone else just because im good at basketball, but, honestly, id rather stay in my basement and play music for the rest of my life..." tyler was being honest. he was more of an introvert than an extrovert. both his parents were basketball coaches, so he grew up learning how to toss and catch a ball since he can remember himself existing. he was his school's star; smart, talented, polite and, most importantly, attractive. "i didnt know you were the sporty type. i mean, you do look fit but, ya know... i didnt, i mean you dont, i... yeah..." she let out a huff of air and felt her body heat up. "yeah, i think i got what you mean. do you play any sports? because you do look fit too." amy took a few seconds to line up the right words and form a proper sentence but she also took a second to admire how tyler could compliment someone while keeping his cool like that. every time shed try, it would end up one of the most awkward situations one could find themselves in. "as surprising as it may sound, i love gymnastics. i have since i was very little." she looked up and saw they were just outside her aunt's house. "oh, then you should join the cheerleaders' team at school. they could use an extra person." said tyler. "ill try, thanks. well, this is where i live. so... i guess ill see you tomorrow." "yeap. take care." Tyler raised his hand and waved at her, just like she did before she walked through the door. he walked away and towards his home. 

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amy closed the door to her room and threw her bag on the floor. she walked toward her desk and found the frame with her mom's picture in it. she picked it up and looked at her with a smile upon her lips. "why..." she murmured to herself. she put the picture frame back to where it was and went to her bed, lied down and closed her eyes. her arms.were.crossed behind her head and her.breathing was relaxed as she replayed the memory of finding out what had happened.

the funeral was small and quite yet her feelings so intense. she cried and cried until someone picked her up and made her walk to the car she had driven there in.

before she knew it, she fell into a peaceful slumber, wearing the red shirt that she didnt even own, on a bed that wasnt even hers and with a life that she never asked for...

//i hope you liked it at least a tiny bit because it was pretty hard to write. and very long too. anyways im sorry again for my lack of updating, it's just that schools started and i needed some time to adapt to a new school and a new schedule. i hope ill post more soon. take care❤👋\\