Its 6 am and I feel sleep on my head and shoulders but I couldn't sleep and couldn't try now that I was excited to paint my car. I seem mature but I know I miss certain things about being a care free child. I take a look at the car and I feel proud. I couldn't paint when i was younger but thanks to my job i learnt all about cars. I know i have to buy the decals to stick on.
I take off my messy shirt and laugh the purple stains on my sweat pants. I walk out the garage into the front yard and watch the sky turn a little orange. It's almost time for the sunrise. I make two cups of hug in mug , since when do we fucking have hug in a mug. I guess I've been in another world recently that I didn't realise Nicholas stopped alcohol and has a better job now.
"Lexy you awake" I knock on the door slightly. She wakes up with sleepy eyes but smiles at me in surprise. I hand the hug in a mug and we climb out her window onto the roof. We talk and laugh and watch the sunrise.
"Lexy let's skip school today. We could go to the mall and do something".
"As long as I can choose what to do " she hits my arm .
I already know what we're doing I don't tell her that though.
"We should invite Harry with".
She rolls her eyes at me " Tyler I thought you didn't like Harry " she's hiding a small smile now .
"Oh shut up " I look at her with straight eyes. "Also I'm going to invite that lynnea girl , she's always alone".
"Look who found his humanity".
"Little girl I will throw you off the roof , let's not play those games " I playfully push her.
Lexy giggles and goes into her room to get dressed. I go wake Harry up.
"Harry Lloyd get the fuck up " I barge in his room. He gets such a shock that he rolls of his bed and onto the floor.
"Tyler imma get you" he seems annoyed, I wonder why I smile to myself.
"Yeah right we'll see" I challenge him.
"Just get dressed, lexy and I are going to the mall and like it or not you're coming with".
I walk to my room and slip on my black jeans, the pants are so tight it feels like I put a layer of cling wrap on my legs. I throw on a white shirt and I blow dry my hair then apply my curling creme. I reach for my phone to play some music and drown out the memory of me dressing up in a suit for cait.
And then realization hits me. I'm supposed to phone lynnea how else will she know where to meet us or that she's even supposed to be there. She picks up on the second ring. That was fast.
"Hey Lynnea do you look presentable, because my siblings and I are skipping school and I would love for you to join".
"Hmmm I knew you were a bad influence when I met you. I like it though. Of course I would love to join. Where are you guys going?" She sounds tired still.
"We dont know yet" I don't know why I'm lieing to her.
"I'll be ready in half an hour come get me on your way ".
"See you then" I hang up on her. I don't know why but really feel like I can trust her. Maybe we could become best friends like I said.
The look on Harry's face when he sees the Impala is something I'll never forget. I've been doing body work on the car at work but last nights spray job was what it needed. All that's left is for me to change the lights and maybe do some performance work, make it faster. I'll die from speed oneday and I don't even care.
"So this is what all the noise at 1 this morning was about" he walks around the car "mahn this is amazing ".
Harry and lex fight for front seat and lex practically takes him down and sits on him before he gives up. I reach for my phone and see that lynnea texted me her address.
We get to her house and she's waiting outside with her dad.
"So you better take care of my daughter boy" he looks more intimidated by me then I am of him. Ironic right. What did he think he'd do, come out here and lecture me and think I'd be scared. I will respect him though. A man who takes care of his daughter is a man worth respecting.
"I will sir ".
"Dr. Frederick Bliare that's what you can call me". I feel his stare peirce me.
"That's a neat Impala" the doctor notions towards my car.
"Belonged to my dad".
"Well then I should meet him sometime" he scans my car.
"His dead" I look down.
"Oh ". I'm so glad he didn't say sorry. I don't say sorry either because I know what it's like to be the one told sorry.
"Well then that's done let's go Tyler" lynnea saves me . I need a damn nick name for this girl. Her name is sexy as hell and rolls of my tongue but it's so damn long. It just takes time to say. I'll call her Nea and see how she reacts to it.
"Yeah" I turn to walk to my car and watch dr. Bliare melt at the sound of the Impala when it roars to life. I like this man already, we both have a love for cars.
"Sorry about my dad he is just to protective of me because it's just us two for now, my mom is coming next month. " she looks at me in my rearview mirror.
"Well I think I could get along with him if I didn't have all these piercings on. I probably made him think I'm a punk now".
"You got your punk ass right " Harry laughs at my comment.
"Excuse the weasel" I roll my eyes at him. I watch him shoot daggers at me from his eyes and I hear lexy singing along to the radio so I turn up the volume.
Its evanescence and I'm surprised she knows the words to one of my favourite songs. I prefer soft rock to heavy metal. She listens to alternative not punk so I'm completely surprised when she starts singing louder.
" now that I know what I'm without you can't just leave me. Breath into me and make me real breath me to. Wake me up inside"
I feel a sense of pride as I sing along with her.
"I've been living a lie there's nothing inside"
She smiles at me.
"Frozen inside without your touch".
I look at her and she smiles. I always claim to be alone but this beautiful sister of mine is always next to me.
She's there to deal with my shit, to guide me, to educate me. To teach me and listen to me. She deserves the best sister in the world award. I love her so much.
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Letting Go
RomanceTyler Slone is your typical bad boy and of course like any other cliche he goes soft when he meets his good girl Caitlyn Peterson, but what if things aren't as they seem and the story doesn't take the cliched turn we've all grown used to. I wrote th...