TyTy and I

Chapter 7

* Tyler's POV *

 The knock scared the crap out of me.

 I looked around, but it seemed like I was the only one willing to get up. When I opened the door, I was faced with a police officer.

 " Excuse me, sir, do you know a youg girl by the name of Lindsey Vaughn?" he said, in his deep, yet concerned voice. I'd like to have him with a side of ranch.

I looked back at Becca, and her eyes were the size of baseballs.

 " Um yes, I do." I reply slowly.

" Well about 15 minutes ago, she was found dead in the back alley of the McDonald's on 24th street." he said with sadness in his voice.

Holy shit.

Becca collapsed behind me into sobs. I turned around and hugged her.

" I'm deeply sorry, and I understand if you do not wish to answer any questions at the moment."

Dayum. Dat voice doe.

I looked at Becca, and she shook her head no.

 " I think that would be best. We can talk tomorrow at Starbucks though..." I glanced at Becca to see if that was okay. She nodded. " Around 10 am." I finished. The officer tipped his hat.

" See you then." he said and turned to go get back into his car. I think I just set up a coffee date and organized a slight interrogation session at the same time. Talk about killing two birds with one stone.

I wonder if he's into gay bars.

Becca slowly turned back around and into the small kitchen area to get her coat.

"W-w-where are you going ?" I questioned.

"Late night Taco Bell trip." she answered in barely a whisper. Yet somehow, everyone heard it.

"I'll go!" Hannah yelled as she stood to get her jacket. Everyone else got up and hurried to do the same.

Looks like we're going on a taco run. It doesn't feel right though, knowing that we just found out about the death of a teenage girl. I don't think Becca wanted anyone else to go either, but it's too late now. I grabbed my sweater and we all loaded into a mini van that Hannah had drove here. She's so basic.

"By the way, everyone, um, that was the police at the, uh, door there. Lindsey's dead." Becca choked out. Everyone started asking a million questions, and slowly, we answered most. When we arrived at Taco Bell, everyone was silent. That all changed when we stepped out of the van. Troye started yelling and partying to himself. What a little nugget.