[Kayla] Man Who Can't Me Moved

[Tyler James Kingsley]

Tyler was really unsure where Kayla’s head was at right now, at that was really scary for him. He’d never had to question whether she wanted him in her life, let alone if she wanted to be together, and now he was kind of freaking out. All this talk about forks in the road and different directions, like, what? Since when was graduating from high school this big of a thing? He thought they were going to keep things going, even with whatever life decisions they made, he just thought it was forever. Was he wrong? Should they have clarified? Tyler was too freaked out to drive anywhere; his mind was too worked up. He skateboarded to her apartment. It took a little longer, but it cleared his mind a little. He just needed to talk to her, like normal people. They could talk through anything. Tyler rode up to her building, picking up his board and hopped in the elevator, waiting. Could this elevator go any slower? A he approached her door, he took a deep breath, knowing he shouldn’t be nervous but this was twice in one week she’d made him nervous, and for completely different reasons. Tyler knocked on the door, and when she answered he gave a smile, “Hey,” and stepped inside when she opened the door. Tyler set his board down, looking around at the half decorated place, boxes scattered around. “It looks nice… what there is so far…” he said, not sure if he should sit down or stand, or just walk out and pretend this wasn’t happening…? He’d never felt awkward or unwelcome at Kayla’s, and now he had no idea how to handle this. Tyler shoved his hands in his pockets for lack of knowing what to do with himself, mentally hoping she’d throw him a bone. “So… anyways…can we talk?” God what an awkward thing to say, why was he being so awkward? Why did he feel so awkward? Why was he freaking out? And his heart was beating a lot. Tyler didn’t have a lot of things that really got to him mostly because he didn’t give a fuck about much. But he did give a fuck about Kayla, and she could destroy him.

[Mikayla Laurel Garrity]

Kayla moved through her now empty apartment since Chace had picked up Tori, trying to pick up the big pieces of trash as she shoved them into the black trash bag in her hand. They had actually gotten a lot done in the last few hours. Might have to do with the fact that she’d been drinking since Tori got there. It’s just she didn’t understand how she felt about the situation with Tyler. She was supposed to love him for the rest of her life. And she knew she would. But they weren’t even remotely on the same page. She was planning a life together. He was planning a Friday night. It didn’t take long for him to get there, longer than she expected, but he probably wanted to skateboard and get some fresh air. She took in a deep breath before coming over to the door and answering it, placing on a smile. Not forced, not fake, his presence was comforting, even when she was unsure of what their future was like. Kayla stepped inside, looking around as he complimented it. “ Thanks, Victoria’s been working pretty hard,” she said with a smile before she picked up her wine glass and finished off the last of what was in it. And there it was, he asked to talk. Which is strange cause they had always talked about everything so openly. And they hadn’t defined their relationship. And now he was talking in a way that was serious. It was the closest they had come to talking like a couple, and maybe it could have been avoided if they had just both said what they wanted a week ago. She nodded, tilting her head to the couch before she waited for him to sit down. Kayla poured herself another glass of wine before she came over, sitting in his lap as she took a drink and rested against his chest. Kayla narrowed her eyebrows as she tried to think of how to best explain herself before she reached her free hand up, placing it behind his neck. Kayla took in a deep breath and sighed before she started to trace her thumb along his hair, taking in one last drink of wine. “ I love you… more than anything in the world,” she said, lifting her eyebrow at him as she kept her fingertips moving across the nape of his neck. “ I’m just saying maybe we are on two different roads. Maybe we always have been. We’ve always completed different aspects of each other. I’m focused. You’re not. You’re creative, I’m not. But I guess I was just along the lines of thinking this actually meant something, and that it was… pertinent to both of our lives. But you just don’t seem… invested,” she said before looking back to him.

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