Forever Found | a sequel

9 | My Type

Tyler Sanders

"Do you want to go out or something?" I asked nervously.

"Tyler... I," she started to reason. 

"No it's okay. I get it if you don't see me that way."

She looked me in the eye guiltily, "Tyler you're a great guy.... I just don't think I'm looking for something right now."

I know she was being honest with me two months ago, but it doesn't make me feel any better. I remember when I first met her. She was in our Advanced Biology class, sitting at her desk. She was wearing a maroon sweater and black pants. I remember seeing her solemn face, covered by long brown hair. The way she flinched when I touched her arm... I was so sure that I could be the one to make her life happier. But she always shut me out, I tried to help and she wouldn't let me.

I loved her from the start and when she moved away with Lorenzo I was so hurt. My first love and my best friend... gone. I almost failed my finals, I was so was depressed. I resorted to sex and alcohol even marijuana — but nothing took the pain away. I even wanted to stay a virgin so she could be my first, then she left and I don't think she would ever come back to me. She did explain everything that happened a couple weeks ago: how she was kidnapped and abused by her dad's business rival and needed to recover from it all. It made me sad, but she's better now. You can tell by the way she smiles, the way she laughs, how her face lights up.

I love Aubrey Valentina, but she doesn't see me that way. I was positive she had a crush on me during high school but I guess she changed. I'm just her best guy friend, Tyler, and nothing more. If only Maddox was out of the picture... then maybe she would like me. I even told Maddox to back off, but that didn't stop Aubrey from wanting to be his friend.

I will never forget that one time I got so drunk and we kissed. She thinks I have no idea it happened, but how could I not? For the first time in my life, I felt a weight release from my shoulders. It felt perfect, it felt right.

I try to be happy for Aub, even if I can't understand why she doesn't like me after all this time. But this is why I have decided to move out, I can't stand seeing her every morning not waking up next to me. Not giving me a kiss or going on dates.

I'm royally whipped, you don't have to tell me twice.

Aubrey Valentina

My alarm woke me up at 7:00 a.m. I got up quickly to get ready. I through my hair up into a high ponytail and chose a comfortable outfit: Adidas sweatpants and my favorite purple hoodie. When I walked out the bathroom I saw Tyler awake and putting a few last things in bags and suitcases. I still can't believe he was moving out— I hope it's not because I was a bad roomie.

"Okay, so I was thinking we get a quick breakfast and catch a taxi at nine since LAX is about 45 minutes away. Your flight is at 12 and mine is at 12:30 so there won't be much gap," he started to ramble.

I laughed. "Yea. Sounds good. Let's go I'm starving."

"Oh okay," he nodded

We walked to the breakfast café on campus to get something to eat before taking an uber to the airport. After ordering drinks, our waitress came back and asked what we wanted.

"I'll get the chocolate chip pancakes, with a side of strawberries," I ordered.

She gave me a small smile before turning to Tyler. Batting her eyelashes, she asked "And for you?"

"I'll have the omelette with a side of bacon," he answered, as I read the name tag of our waitress Remi.

She walked away with a swing in her hips and I turned to Tyler. "She totally likes you."

"No she doesn't," Tyler rebutted.

I smiled. "Yea she does. You should ask for her number."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "She's not my type..."

"Is it because her hair is red, because I think that's kinda cool..."

"It's not that Aubrey," he interrupted.

I looked in confusion. "Then what is your type Ty, because if I'm not mistaken you could use someone in your life..."

"If you like her so much then maybe you should ask her out," he said angrily.

"Hey! There was no reason for that. I was just trying to help out my best friend. Based on that one girl form two months ago I'd say she's your type but if that's not what—"

"You're my type Aubrey! Not anyone else. It doesn't matter if she had red hair or blue hair or even blonde hair. What matters is that she would have to be you," He shouted, causing most of the restaurant to stare.

My face was probably a shade of crimson. "I- I don't know what to say..."

He stared me in the eye. "Tell me that this could never work. Tell me that it actually could work. Better yet, tell me something Aubrey!  I can't spend another day seeing your face and you not being with me. It hurts too much."

A tear slipped down my face. I've always been such a crier.

And then he kissed me.

It was rough and passionate, yet delicate and soothing. It almost felt right. Then he pulled away.

"Say something Aubrey. Please say something."

"I—"