Tyrandy Reposted

Episode 1 *Treehouse*

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Tandy was eight when she first met Tyrone Johnson.

She notices the moving trucks when her daddy pulls into the driveway. She’s in the backseat, fumbling with her ballet slippers when her dad points it out to her.
“Hey, buttercup, new neighbors!” He says and Tandy takes a moment to watch some men unload a whole bunch of furniture from the truck.
“I think we should go introduce ourselves, don’t you think so. I hear they have a kid your age.”

Tandy doesn’t really have many friends, she couldn’t really stand the girls in her class, but would put on a fake smile and go to their sleepovers. It was the proper thing to do, that was always what her mom told her. So maybe she could use to make a friend her age. Mina was nice, but she was like eight years older than her and was her babysitter so, that might not count.

So she follows her dad up the driveway, her pink dance bag in hand. Finally, her eyes set upon a boy her age, wearing a hoodie that was much too big for him and a boy Mina’s age who had a cast on his arm. The older boy stops playing with the basketball while the younger one looks annoyed. “Hi,” Her dad greets. “You must be the new neighbors. I’m Nathan Bowen, and this is my daughter Tandy.”

“I’m Billy,” The teenager greets. “This is my brother Tyrone.” He chuckles for a moment. “My parents have been wanting to meet you. They tried knocking earlier but-”

“That’s cause mommy’s back hurts,” Tandy explains. “She was probably resting.”

Nathan pats the top of his daughter’s hair before giving a chuckle. “Well, I am here now and would love to meet them. Tan, why don’t you stay out here and get to know your new neighbor. I’ll be right back.”

Tandy watches are her dad and Billy make their way up the driveway and then turns back to Tyrone. “Why are you wearing that?” She points to the hoodie. “It’s way too big for you.”

Tyrone scoffs, holding the basketball under his arm. “Why are you wearing that, and what kinda name is Tandy?”

She huffs. “I just got back from ballet practice, duh.” Tandy explains, rolling her eyes. “And for your information, I was named after my daddy’s first computer.”

Tyrone smirks. “Well, I was named after my great-grandfather.” Tandy smiles and Tyrone has this pulling need to show off in front of her. She’s not so bad, and she’s the first kid to talk to him here, so why not gain a friend out of it. “You wanna play some ball?”

“Sure!” Tandy puts her bag down in the grass and runs back over to him. “What are we spelling?”

He thinks for a moment, dribbles the ball and then nods. “Horse.”

“Get ready to have your butt kicked, Tyrone.”

Tyrone ends up going to her school and they are even in the same class. Sure, there is only three more months in the school year, but Tandy was so excited to have a real friend. After school they normally would do homework with each other, and maybe catch an episode of pokemon or look at comic books. Tandy gets him into Harry Potter and they have sleepovers at his house. Sometimes, his mom or dad drives her to dance practice the next day, since her mom still isn’t feeling better. Tandy tells him it’s okay though, when they are ‘camping’ in the living room, a flashlight illuminating the tent, because she’d rather be here, with him.

During the summer though, Tyrone’s dad and brother builds a treehouse in the backyard and when it’s officially ready, they move their sleepovers (with his parent’s permission of course) there and Billy teases them that they could fall out while they were sleeping and then laughs when Tyrone tells him to just move the trampoline under the entrance. Billy eventually does after Tandy and Tyrone annoy him about it enough.