The Lunacy of Tyler Lockhart ✔️

Chapter Eleven- Present

Victoria

When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. That was the phrase that we usually hear, but looking at the way I've encountered the phases in my life, I'd say when life gives you lemons, make lemon tarts because making lemonade was just common. You've got to make the best of what you have.

I stopped typing and stared at my blog. Somehow I wasn't feeling really inspired to update my blog today, the words weren't flowing and I wasn't in a mood to write more about lemons or lemon tarts. It was funny how I was preaching about doing the best with what you have in life and yet mine had come to a complete stand-still.

I had absolutely nothing interesting going on for the past decade and was slipping into the mundane struggles of a woman in her late twenties. Almost the entire batch of kids that I studied with had moved on with their lives; successful lawyers, doctors, entrepreneurs. Just take Kayla Andrews for example, she'd married her high school sweetheart, a basketball player and a baby was on its way.

And look at me.

Twenty-seven, single, still writing blogs, still having health issues and still baking cakes. Still the same. If you compared me ten years ago, you wouldn't find any difference other than the obvious one that I'd just grown older. To say my life was pathetic was an understatement of the century.

I stared at the bunch of roses crowding the window sill and couldn't help when a laugh bubbled up. The only interesting thing that happened to me after years was Tyler barreling into my life, and that was ironic because I'd never expected him to bring out all these emotions that I'd tried my best to keep hidden.

I felt seventeen again.

Honestly, it made me furious to think that he could be having a girlfriend back in London, and yet he was so shamelessly flirting with me, even asking me to come to his bed.

What a presumptions asshole.

I decided to call Archer and ask him about his plans. I knew I couldn't hold it against Maya, she'd been a consistent friend over the years and the least I could do is put a smile on her face.

I Skyped Archer on the laptop. It rang several times before he answered the call.

"Vicky-Micky...how did you remember me today?" Archer's face filled the screen. He had cropped his blond hair short, and his gray eyes appeared tired.

"Well, just wanted to see what my chef brother was up to."

"Just having a short break. Thought I'd take your call. What's up?"

It was twelve p.m here, and nine p.m in France. So we had about nine hours of the time difference between our countries.

"You're not going to believe this," I announced.

Archer gave me a wary look and said, "Tyler's back in town."

"You knew?"

Archer gave me a nod. "I knew about it a month before he came to town."

"And you didn't think it was important to give me a heads up?" Now I was downright pissed. My brother knew that Tyler was coming back to Cold-Bay and yet he hadn't told me about it.

Archer shrugged, "look, Vicky, I knew how you'd react and I didn't want you to worry. He actually called me three weeks before he was supposed to leave from London and asked...wait for it..." he smiled, "He asked my permission to come back to town."

That was news.

"Why in the world would he ask you permission to come back to his own house?"