Warning:
This contains mature content, so read at you own risk. :)
Tyler was awoken by a loud thud. He opened his eyes and saw Greg already outside the car retrieving his bags. Tyler went out of the car then ironed his shirt with his hands. He stared at his parent's enormous house and finally walked inside.
"Tyler! My boy! You're finally here!"
Tyler immediately recognized the voice. It was the deep and husky voice of his father, Peter. Tyler turned to him and was surprised to see Peter wearing a greasy old shirt, rugged shoes and pants that were far from being clean. He looked sweaty and his hands were also stained. He suddenly didn't look like one of the intimidating business men in the industry.
"Dad, you look...fine." Tyler said forcing a smile.
"Yeah, I know I don't look so welcoming son but I'm helping Tom fix one of the cars." The old an said as he wiped his hands on his greasy shirt.
"Oh, which one?"
"The Van."
"The old one? Maybe you should just sell it or something. It's old anyways."
Peter shrugged. " Nah, Tom can still handle it."
Knowing his father well, selling was never one of his choices. Peter loves cars and he loves them too much to be selling it.
"Anyway, where's mom?"
"Right here, son." A feminine voice entered the vast living room. "Oh look at you..." Cynthia Wolfe walked to her son looking very casual on her floral dress and flats. She had really prepared for Tyler's arrival.
"Mom, you sound like you hadn't seen me for years." Tyler said chuckling as he embraced his mother tightly. He had missed her terribly.
"I just missed you so much. It feels terrible not having you around Tyler James Wolfe, do you know that?" Cynthia lectured with her hands crossed.
Tyler smiled at his mother and kissed her lightly on her cheek. He might not admit it though but he's really a momma's boy.
"I'll save my embrace for later son, right now I have to change." Peter said as he carried his tool box with him but before finally leaving the room,
"and son, congratulations again for that concert of yours. It was massive and you were great."
"Thanks, dad." Tyler replied feeling overwhelmed and proud of what his father had said.
"You look so handsome on all your concert, Tyler. I'm so proud of you." Cynthia said. "But I do have one concern though..."
"What's that?"
"It was your fan saying that she's willing to bear you a child, it was written on her board thingy and you know how I don't like things like that. Girls these days are so..." Cynthia waves a hand trying to get the right word. "I don't even know what to call them."
Tyler laughed. His mother really had sharp eyes, he didn't even notice someone carrying that board during any of his concerts.
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Teen Fiction"What if we don't see each other again?" "Then I'll find you. We'll see each other again, I promise." But neither of them knew how. They are just two innocent children who knew nothing about the world they're about to face....
