Jenalyn: A Splitting Personality (#2) [Complete]

Chapter 28: Hayden

Thursday 8:31 P.M. 

I still can't believe the last hour or so of my life.

Tyler is Tyler, but he's still the front man in my favorite fucking band ever, Generation Z.

And the Tyler fucking Robson has been confessing his love for me repeatedly in this last hour- even in the quickie I managed to squeeze in when he accidently brushed against me in the laundry room earlier. 

I think he... made love to me.

Tyler fucking Robson!

How could this life even be real? I'm from Creekside- literally from a trap house in Creekside! Now I'm out in California? Legally adopted into a family I've admired for years? Becoming an average household name, and having the man I've crushed on for years confess his love to me?

Did Dane kill me already? There's no way this is actually my life now. Not after everything I've been through and done...

"I'm not gonna lie, Mama G is the only thing that really scares me," Ty sighs as he throws himself back onto his mattress. "I'm not even worried about Harlee's reaction as much as I am the Mama Bear!"

I let out a small laugh as I sit myself on the bed beside him, wishing I could reassure him that it'd be okay if we actually decided we could follow through with this all. But truth be told?

I'm kind of worried about it now, too..

I know I've pinpointed Tyler since I found out I was pregnant, as the guy I'd blame it on and try to be with for the sake of some sense of normalcy in 'this industry.' I guess I didn't really think it'd be a possibility to actually do it!

Everyone has been jamming bad opinions on Tyler and labeling him as just a player in my head for so long I just kind of accepted that role he could be in my life as just that! A player!

Maybe Ty just hasn't found the right person for him to actually settle down, though! Maybe I'm the right person!

"Honestly I'm worried about it too," I finally say as I manage to form all of the words in my head into sentences. "-but what is she gonna do? Say we can't be together?"

Ty pulls himself up onto his elbows and faces me with his brows raised in contemplation. "Well... yeah!" He laughs, nodding his head as he does. "That's exactly the worst that could happen!" 

I laugh too now, shoving him for the attempted attitude he had tried to put into his words. "And? Do I look like someone who's gonna let somebody tell me who I can and can't date?" 

Tyler shoves me back, catching me right before I slip off the bed only to pull me into a big bear hug on top of him. 

"Uh yeah, Hayden!" he says into the top of my head as he squeezes me. "That's like, your image- America's Sweetheart!" 

I pull away from him, switching my position until I straddle him with his arms pinned over his chest. "That's Hayden's image." I state matter of factly, laughing only because I'm anything but America's Sweetheart. "I think we both know it's not the image of the person I am beneath the facade, Mr. Robson."