Step Brother 2://:Tyler Scheid

26_These are Tragedies

We fill the elevator basically completely. "Ugh, Tara! Get your ass off my dick!" Mark yells.

"I'm sorry, there's not much room..." Tara says before she scoots a bit over. I look next to me at Tyler. He smiles before he nudges me.

"Hey," he says.

"Hey," I say as I reach my hand and push it into his. His large fingers wrap around mine and he squeezes my hand. The doors open about halfway into our trip to the lobby and a guy dressed in a suit complete with briefcase looks at us. We all look back at him and try to scoot back.

Somehow down our way together, the guy gets pushed between us all. I can see Tara pushed back against him like she's some sort of dancer and the dress she's wearing is not helping. It's short. And tight.

"S...Sorry, sir." Tara exclaims.

"Tara why didn't we just leave your fat lesbian ass?" Ethan says. I look over at him. He's squished back against the wall.

"Guys, why didn't we just take seperate elevators?" I ask as I squeeze up against Tyler.

"Hey, this was your idea," Sean says.

The elevator doors finally open and we all get out as soon as we can, leaving the poor man behind us. "I am so sorry, sir," Tara says again as we walk to the front desk.

Tyler puts his hand on the desk and leans against it. "I need to check out of my room."

"What's the name under the room?" She asks. Her eyes are hard as rock, like she hasn't had any sleep. Or maybe she's just tired of dealing with idiots like us.

"Um... Jamison Rode...?" Tyler says.

"Is that a question or an answer?" The girl cocks her head. She looks really familiar now.

"It's an answer!" Sean yells as he slams his hand on the desk. We all jump but she stays still.

"Sorry about him. We'll just go wait outside." Mark ushers Sean outside and we all look back at the girl behind the desk.

"You're all checked out. Here's your valet ticket." She hands us the small slip of paper with a bland look on her face.

"Thanks." Tyler takes it and leads us outside where Mark and Sean are sitting on a bench a few feet from the door. They hop up and walk with us.

"Where are we going?" Sean asks, jumping excitedly.

"Wherever the hell the valet is." Tyler looks around. There's a man that looks in his mid-twenties across the walk from us wearing a red uniform. Tyler waves him over.

"Can I help you, sir?" He asks, his eye looks over at the rest of us.

"Yeah, are you the valet?" Tyler asks. He nods so Tyler hands him the ticket and he walks away with it.

"Where's he going?" Tara asks.

"A garage, dumbass," Ethan says.

"Hey, it's not her fault she's from a not big town." Sean defends her.

"Technically all of us except you are from the same place," Mark says.

"I'm from New York, if you wanna get technical." I explain.

"Then I'm from Hawaii," Mark says.

"Maine." Ethan raises his hand.

"Tyler's still from Cincinnati," Alana says, shaking her head.

We see the valet drive up in Alana's car.

"There is no way that we all fit in there." Tara says.