Tyler went home in the morning, and I stayed wondering if I really should go with him. Should I? Well fuck. I pulled out my phone, and looked through the contacts. I clicked Evan and tried typing a message, but quickly erased it.

I held my head, and my mom walked in. "I'm going out, you wanna come? " I looked up at her, and shrugged.

"Uhh sure. " I got up, and cracked my knuckles. My mom smiled excitedly. I'm sorry mom. I might not even be here tomorrow night as well spend some quality time with the family.

I throw on some pants that where laying on my dresser and a random red hoodie cause I don't have to always wear blue you people. Wait who am I talking too?

I shoved my phone in my pocket, and walked downstairs to my mom who still had a bright smile. My mom made sure she had her stuff, and I tied my busted ass shoes, that are white. And like ultra dirty.

My mom and I walked out, and we hopped into the car. Well not exactly hopped, but got in the car. Freak. This is gonna be a long day.

/Tyler's point of view/

I hope he pussies out. Cause every fucking day I want to kiss him more and more. Fuck sakes. It's all the same anyway, you end up leaving one another and never talk again and you'll slowly start losing yourself. Tyler your so depressing god lol.

I sighed and looks at the time: 11:43 pm. Almost midnight. I grabbed my bag of random shit cause god knows if it's not actually a death trap. I put on the backpack, and crawled out the window. I slid down, and I saw Jonathan, with a sad look on his face.

"What's wrong? " I asked, hoping he'd say he didn't want too go.

"I'm not gonna have fast food for awhile. " I rolled my eyes, and he smiled. "But I'm gonna miss my friends and parents. "

"That's life. "

"Shut up when are you wise? "

"Since now! "