TyTy and I

Chapter 8

~Becca's POV~

I woke up the next morning in Hannah's mini van (which is SO basic by the way) with a half eaten empanada, Jenna's head on my lap, and tear stains on my cheeks. I could see Tyler scrolling through his Twitter feed in front of me.

All that I remember from last night was walking out of Taco Bell with massive bags of food, pigging out in the car, then crying over Lindsey.

Eventually, Jenna woke up, her intergalactic space hooker hair in her eyes, and loudly stated, "WHAT THE FUCK", which woke up Troye. I wiped the tear stains from my face, and laughed. I looked at my phone. 9:55 am. FRICK

" Tyler aren't we supposed to meet that police officer at Starbucks at 10?!" I yelled in panic.

"Ohmagawsh yas! Hannah get us to Starbucks NOW!" Tyler replied. There was a slight worried expression on his face.

Hannah stepped on the gas, and we sped out of the parking lot of a laundry mat called "Georges Laundry". She then ran a red light, took two sharp right turns, and we were there. We waited in the car until the officer pulled in.

~Tyler's POV~

The copper pulled in at 10:00 exactly. Hmm he likes to be on time. Dammit. Becca and I went in at 10:02 to act like we weren't stalking him. We ordered some coffee and met him at a four-stooled table.

"Sorry we're late, there was some traffic." I said.

"It's fine, don't sweat it" he replied nonchalantly.

I really wanted to say "I'd only sweat for you" but I held back.

"So, can you tell me anything about last night?" the officer said. I looked at his badge and saw his name was Steve. I like the name Steve...

Becca spoke first. "Well I was sitting with her at Tyler's show, and-"

"Wait, wait, wait. Show?"

" Yes" I jumped in, "I'm a YouTuber with over 6,000,000 subscribers, and I'm on tour just talking and doing fun things with my fans."

Steve smirked at me... oh Steve...

" Yeah, so at some point near the middle of the show, I looked over and she was just... gone." Becca went on.

" By that point it was almost 11 pm, and I just went back to find Tyler. I assumed she would come back. "

Steve wrote something down on his notepa. "So that's all you know? We'd like to do an examination of the body, because there were no apparent wounds. Do the parents know? "

Becca took it all in, " y-yes I called her last night. H-her mom. "

" May I have her number?"

Becca wrote the number down on a napkin and gave it to Steve.

"Thanks, both of you. Anything else I should know? "

Becca looked at me.

"Nope. Thank you! "

"Oh," Steve said, " here's my number, call me if you find anything else out or need me. " He winked.

And he looked at me at that "need me" part.

We said goodbye and found Hannah basic mini van.

~Becca's POV~

I lied. I do know more. But that's for me to know.