Step Brother 2://:Tyler Scheid

29_Hyrophant Green

I smile as I sip the coffee in my mug and listen to Matchbox Twenty. The guys went out to film a video and it's pretty much just me in the house with Chica.

I pet lightly between her ears on her forehead and she complies, laying down and closing her eyes and I hear her heavy breathing. The softness of her fur is calming. She could be a therapy dog, in all honesty.

I watch as her head lifts and her ears pick up. "What is it Chica Bika?" I ask as I look down at her. Her big brown eyes look at me for a second before her head flicks toward the door.

Her body stands and she looks like she's on high alert. I look to the door. It suddenly flies open and Tyler runs in and slams the door behind himself. Chica realizes the harmlessness and sits back down.

"Hey, babe." I smile because I know smiling while talking can project towards others.

"Hey," he says, completely out of breath. I hear pounding on the door and both Chica and I jump. "Go away!" Tyler yells.

"Open up the freaking door, Tyler!" Someone yells from behind it. I can't exactly tell who through the door.

"What's going on?" I ask. Tyler quickly turns and peeps through the peephole.

"I see you! Now get out of here! I swear I'll call the cops!" He screams at them.

My eyes widen "Cops?" My voice croaks and I can tell something bad might've happened. "Tyler, what's going on?" I stand up.

He's dead silent for a minute. His finger wavering in the air as his eye stays glued to the intruder's watch. He finally breathes, letting his hand fall and he turns to talk to me. His mouth opens for a second like he's going to say something. But then he closes it again and quickly darts upstairs.

He comes down in his swim trunks holding a towel and some goggles. "I'm taking some laps."

I nod, not questioning anything. And for a second I sit down and take in what just happened. I peer my head over my shoulder after a second to make sure Tyler's already in the pool. His long arms pierce through the water like a knife through butter. His muscles strain. I know tonight I'm gonna have to give him a rub.

I move hastily towards the door. I check the peephole, open the door, and discover no one's there. I poke my head out to check around. Nothing. I shrug but just before the door closes, something catches my eye.

I swing the door back open to a little package on the ground. I pick it up, it's quite heavy but just a bit larger than both of my hands. 'Tyler' is written in thick black sharpie along the brown paper bag wrapping. My heart skips when I realize there's no address.

But why would Tyler freak out over a package?

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"What happened?" Tara's thumb reaches into her mouth. A move I haven't seen in a long time but I shrug it off. Her baby bump is more noticeable than her thumb sucking.

"He just barged in screaming about the cops. I think he was running from someone but I mean, they left this package out on the doorstep." I motion towards the rectangular prism lying on the bed.

"Well..." Tara speaks around her thumb. "That's from a girl. See the curl on the y?"

She's right. There is a curl on the y and a swoosh on the T. "So... Tyler has a stalker?" I choke almost, I'm so confused.

"Possibly... why don't you open it?" She gets this look in her eyes. That juicy look.

"I can't do that!" I shake my head.

"Why not?" She sits down and puts the package in her lap.

"Because isn't it a federal crime to open someone else's mail?" I bonk her on the head.