Hello Again
Moving Day
It's been a week since the awkward engagement party at Jamie's parents house and I still haven't gotten the image of Tyler wheeling her cousin out of my head. Though now that things have gotten settled, Jamie has asked me to help me move some of her things to Brads house in Boston, since he just baught one. It's sad watching my girl move out and to another country but I am happy for her.
She will be staying in Toronto to finish up her year at work, and to stay back to plan most of the wedding with me anyways, but I am still going to miss her. They had a moving truck to take the couples joint items in one and for part of Tylers stuff, since he is moving back to Boston also. Jamie is driving the truck, Brad is taking his car and I am going down in my own and Tyler in his.
I always love driving and thinking about life, but I snapped out of it when Jamie called me and asked if I wouldn't mind helping Tyler move into his house since his things were at the back of the moving van. "Please, it won't be that bad!" "I have to see him later when we move you in though!" "Kylie, please!" "Fine. But I am not smiling or being nice." "That's fine." "Bye." I scowled. She knew I was not impressed right now.
When I pulled up to Tylers decently sized house, I noticed there was way too many cars that should be there. When I got out of the car and stretched my legs, Jamie walked over to me. "Don't be mad at me. I didn't know," she said in a shaky voice. Then I knew why. There were two blonde haired girls with massive boobs, hanging out of their shirts ready to help Tyler move in. "Ty Ty!" the one yelled over, picking up a box of underwear, "where do you want your box of sexy boxers baby?" Ugh she made me sick. "last room on the left," he replied on his way over to the truck.
He was wearing a blach hoodie ontop of his gray sweatpants, and he looked so hot. He didn't even acknowledge my existance, which didn't quite sit well with me, but at the same time it was fine. Brad noticed and called him over to us, "we asked Kylie if she could help you too to make things quicker and easier," "oh that's nice." "Hello to you too Tyler," I said with attitude, noticing he didn't even look at me. It was rude and I am ging to act like a bitch until he treats me like a human.
He stared at me, almost with disgust, "Hi." "What would you like me to do?" "Take those down to the basement," he said pointing over to the pile of boxes, marked hockey memerobilia. I picked one up and carried it to the doorway. One of the bimbos was blocking the doorway and moved when she saw me carrying a massive box. I could see the look of shock on her face, so I commented, "you should really go to the gym to work out instead of starving yourself sweetheart!" And continued to walk downstairs.
I brought the rest of the boxes and placed them in the corner of the basement, not knowing exactly where to put them. Each time I walked up and down the stairs, I could see Tyler hitting on the bimbos, grabbing their ass or making out with them. It made me sick knowing how much I liked him, and looking at what he has moved down to. It made me feel insecure in a way.
Things got even worst when we made it to Brad and Jamie's new house the next morning. Once the boxes were moved in, they sat us down and gave us specific instructions. "Now, tomorrow, when Mack, Nat, Brandon and Browns get here, we will all team up to unpack this crap. I don't want to hear any complaints, and you have to try and get along," Jamie began, acting like a mother. "Brad and I don't want any more stress, and we gotta work fast, right Brad?" We looked over to Brad who was using the tape roller thing on his legs, wrapping them together. "That's what you're getting married to," I laughed, getting up and grabbing a water bottle.
I was stuck in the basement, getting out all of their valuables with Tyler. I wanted to kill myself. He looked good, and I looked like shit. I was exhausted from yesterday, and got no sleep. It was silent and very awkward, so to break the silence, I started a conversation. "So who were those girls that helped you move yesterday?" "Ursulla and Sabrina." "Oh, that's nice. How do you know them?" "Met them at a club once, they are pretty nice girls," he said, looking down at the box he was opening. I was stacking shelves with the figurines Brad couldn't part with. "I thought you picked them up at the street corner." "You think so highly of me don't you?"
"Well when you ask girls like that to help you move into your house, why wouldn't I?" "What is that supposed to mean?" he asked looking at me. "It means you go after nothing but attention whores who find one sugar daddy after another to pay for their plastic surgery treatments and their lifestyle." "I'm not old enough to be a sugar daddy!" "You might as well be Tyler. Sorry, I'm pretty sure they were cougars," "They are 22!" "Their face is so tight it has a shine. They look old. You literally go after anything with big tits and ass and spend your time partying and wasting your money!"
"Why the fuck do you care Kylie!?" "Hmm! Did you ever think I have a right to!?" "Have a right!? You aren't my mother, sisters or girlfriend Kylie! You aren't even a friend, so fuck off from my buisness and life!" "You have some nerve, you know that jackass!?" I yelled, hearing footsteps running down the stairs. "What is going on down here?" Brad asked, looking confused. "I can't deal with this dumb bitch," Tyler said, throwing down a towel and, walking away upstairs. I was on the verge of tears. He came up to me and hugged me, knowing how hurt I was. "You don't deserve that Kylie," he whispered as I cried, "I'll go take care of him. I'm sorry," "It's okay." Once Brad went upstairs, I sat on the floor and had a good cry, while unpacking their stuff. I don't know if I can do this for them.
She will be staying in Toronto to finish up her year at work, and to stay back to plan most of the wedding with me anyways, but I am still going to miss her. They had a moving truck to take the couples joint items in one and for part of Tylers stuff, since he is moving back to Boston also. Jamie is driving the truck, Brad is taking his car and I am going down in my own and Tyler in his.
I always love driving and thinking about life, but I snapped out of it when Jamie called me and asked if I wouldn't mind helping Tyler move into his house since his things were at the back of the moving van. "Please, it won't be that bad!" "I have to see him later when we move you in though!" "Kylie, please!" "Fine. But I am not smiling or being nice." "That's fine." "Bye." I scowled. She knew I was not impressed right now.
When I pulled up to Tylers decently sized house, I noticed there was way too many cars that should be there. When I got out of the car and stretched my legs, Jamie walked over to me. "Don't be mad at me. I didn't know," she said in a shaky voice. Then I knew why. There were two blonde haired girls with massive boobs, hanging out of their shirts ready to help Tyler move in. "Ty Ty!" the one yelled over, picking up a box of underwear, "where do you want your box of sexy boxers baby?" Ugh she made me sick. "last room on the left," he replied on his way over to the truck.
He was wearing a blach hoodie ontop of his gray sweatpants, and he looked so hot. He didn't even acknowledge my existance, which didn't quite sit well with me, but at the same time it was fine. Brad noticed and called him over to us, "we asked Kylie if she could help you too to make things quicker and easier," "oh that's nice." "Hello to you too Tyler," I said with attitude, noticing he didn't even look at me. It was rude and I am ging to act like a bitch until he treats me like a human.
He stared at me, almost with disgust, "Hi." "What would you like me to do?" "Take those down to the basement," he said pointing over to the pile of boxes, marked hockey memerobilia. I picked one up and carried it to the doorway. One of the bimbos was blocking the doorway and moved when she saw me carrying a massive box. I could see the look of shock on her face, so I commented, "you should really go to the gym to work out instead of starving yourself sweetheart!" And continued to walk downstairs.
I brought the rest of the boxes and placed them in the corner of the basement, not knowing exactly where to put them. Each time I walked up and down the stairs, I could see Tyler hitting on the bimbos, grabbing their ass or making out with them. It made me sick knowing how much I liked him, and looking at what he has moved down to. It made me feel insecure in a way.
Things got even worst when we made it to Brad and Jamie's new house the next morning. Once the boxes were moved in, they sat us down and gave us specific instructions. "Now, tomorrow, when Mack, Nat, Brandon and Browns get here, we will all team up to unpack this crap. I don't want to hear any complaints, and you have to try and get along," Jamie began, acting like a mother. "Brad and I don't want any more stress, and we gotta work fast, right Brad?" We looked over to Brad who was using the tape roller thing on his legs, wrapping them together. "That's what you're getting married to," I laughed, getting up and grabbing a water bottle.
I was stuck in the basement, getting out all of their valuables with Tyler. I wanted to kill myself. He looked good, and I looked like shit. I was exhausted from yesterday, and got no sleep. It was silent and very awkward, so to break the silence, I started a conversation. "So who were those girls that helped you move yesterday?" "Ursulla and Sabrina." "Oh, that's nice. How do you know them?" "Met them at a club once, they are pretty nice girls," he said, looking down at the box he was opening. I was stacking shelves with the figurines Brad couldn't part with. "I thought you picked them up at the street corner." "You think so highly of me don't you?"
"Well when you ask girls like that to help you move into your house, why wouldn't I?" "What is that supposed to mean?" he asked looking at me. "It means you go after nothing but attention whores who find one sugar daddy after another to pay for their plastic surgery treatments and their lifestyle." "I'm not old enough to be a sugar daddy!" "You might as well be Tyler. Sorry, I'm pretty sure they were cougars," "They are 22!" "Their face is so tight it has a shine. They look old. You literally go after anything with big tits and ass and spend your time partying and wasting your money!"
"Why the fuck do you care Kylie!?" "Hmm! Did you ever think I have a right to!?" "Have a right!? You aren't my mother, sisters or girlfriend Kylie! You aren't even a friend, so fuck off from my buisness and life!" "You have some nerve, you know that jackass!?" I yelled, hearing footsteps running down the stairs. "What is going on down here?" Brad asked, looking confused. "I can't deal with this dumb bitch," Tyler said, throwing down a towel and, walking away upstairs. I was on the verge of tears. He came up to me and hugged me, knowing how hurt I was. "You don't deserve that Kylie," he whispered as I cried, "I'll go take care of him. I'm sorry," "It's okay." Once Brad went upstairs, I sat on the floor and had a good cry, while unpacking their stuff. I don't know if I can do this for them.
Notes
Outfit for the chapter: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=77538744Oh no! This is not what we are used to from the once happy couple! What will happen next?
Feedback is gladly welcomed! Thanks for reading! :)
I hope there is another sequel! I have enjoyed this story and would love to see where their relationship goes.
12/30/13