Tyler's POV
Two weeks later
Michael and I were standing in his kitchen, both holding big yellow envelopes. Damn, I wanna go so bad, but yet I don't... "You ready?" he asked me.
"Yeah... you know what, no I'm not. You open your's and if you got accepted, I'll open mine and if you didn't, I'm throwing it away."
"C'mon dude-"
"No arguing, just do it." I watched anxiously as Michael opened his and read it out loud. "We are sorry to inform you that your application to our school has been declined..." he read with slight disappointment in his voice. "Well now what..."
"Screw them, Michael. You have so many more qualities than what a stupid online application can show. You're so much more than that." I said as I threw away my unopened packet. I'm not even a little regretful that I threw it away. No one disses Michael like that. No one.
"Are you sure you want to do that? I know deep down you want to go." Boy, has he got it all wrong. "I'm one-hundred percent certain. I don't want to have to do with anyone that does that to you." This is the first time he hasn't known exactly how I really feel...
The truth is, deep down I don't want to go to college. I've pushed myself to want to go to college and get over my old dreams for almost two years now. I've pushed myself to do that because those dreams can't fully come true without Rachel... We were supposed to tour together, get married, have kids, and grow old together, and all of that was robbed from us. But ever since she left me, a musical career has always been in the back of my mind and I guess that's still what I really want...
Michael's POV
I'm so freaking relieved I don't have to go to college. Honestly, I only agreed to applying so I could make Tyler happy and, if I got accepted, we wouldn't have to be away from each other. The only thing that's eating at me is the fact that Tyler threw his application away without even looking at it...
"Dude, let's record that song. I have a Youtube channel, a camera, and a laptop we can do all the layering and editing on. You have drums and a bass and I guess we can stop back at my house to pick up my guitar." Tyler says, disrupting the silence. "That and I kinda miss my mom and brother."
"Sounds like a plan to me." So, we got into my car and drove to his house. For some reason, I have a bad feeling about doing this. Tyler's mom has never hurt him physically before, at least not to my knowledge. But they've been different since that morning. The only person he's really been talking to is his brother. I don't know, maybe I'm over thinking it.
Tyler's POV
This is going to be the first time I've spoken a word to my mom since the day I left. As I walk up the stairs to my front door, I get a bad feeling and I have no idea why. "Hey, mom and Ashton, I'm here. You guys home?"
"Tyler!" my brother yells as he runs across the room to me and hugs me. "Dude mom has been a complete bitch since you left. I've tried to stay in my room and away from her as much as possible. The other day we got into a small fight and she back handed me out of no where." What the hell? There are three people in this world you never screw around with, Ashton, Rachel, and Michael. If anyone does, I don't take it lightly, no matter who you are.
"Where is she? Let me talk to her." Just as I said that, my mom comes storming in.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" And then she back hands me. "I've been with Michael! I told you that before we left! Calm down! I'm only here to pick up my guitar and I would like to do so without getting a black eye, so if you could please leave me alone, I'd appreciate it." What has gotten into her?
As I walk out the door of my house, I hug Ash. "Call me if she does anything to you, understand?" He nods in response. I walk out the door and slide my guitar into the back seat. "Dude, your face is, like, purple. What-"
"My mom back handed me. Don't ask why, I have no idea and I honestly don't care. Let's just leave."
