Tyler squinted his eyes as he let go of the door. He paused at the entrance gazing into space. Ions of thoughts running through his mind. He took a step forward when he heard noises coming from Kara's room. He's been in his late father's house for over a week now. It felt like enough time to mourn the deceased. But no amount of time is enough to grief. They'll always be remembered, and when they are - the heart will have a reason to constrict. Tyler walked past Kara's room. Feet stumping the stairs, he cascaded the stairs striding into the gigantic living room. He resolved his gape on the atmosphere. He approached the sofa. He wanted to indulge in one of his guilty pleasures - googling Keke Palmer's pictures, but he shrugged the thought off his mind. The TV was on and he thought it was the right time to catch up with his favorite TV show - the STAR TV SERIES. The show was about to be concluded though. He reached for the remote. He switched to the channel, and just in - Kara storme
Kara lips pouted into a silent 'wow' at the sound of Tyler's voice. It felt like he just said the dumbest thing ever. She broke eye contact, hunching her head in awe. She tried to speak, but every attempt ended in inaudible noises. "Are you sure about that?" she said, not sure what his answer will be. Tyler moved closer to her - filling the little space that was between them. He placed his hand on her shoulder - staring into her eyes as chaotic breathes evaded her lips. "Yes Kara. I want you to be there with me. You’re so intelligent, I need people like you around me. I don’t want to make mistakes. i need you around me to solidify that” Tyler said. He placed his hand around her face, engulfing her cheek in his palm. “Please come and join me” A sigh flew of Kara’s lips for the umpteenth time. Her heart missed a beat. She still doesn’t know what reply to give to him. She shrugged for a moment as her heart thumped so fast like it'll fall of her chest. She felt the responsibility Tyle
Tyler walked out of the store with a wipe and mop in his hands. His tight janitor uniform clinging softly to his skin. He paused at the entrance to gaze at the long frail of seats he's going to clean. A sigh escaped his lips, contorted and distant chatterings howling at his ears. That has been his dilemma for the past two years. He works as a janitor in a school football's team as a means to an end. He'd have to clean the seats at the auditorium, wash the bathrooms and do the laundry. Every part of his job was quite easy, but the laundry part was like hell on earth. The stinking stink of those boots and socks makes him want to throw up, and sometimes he's forced to cover his nose - in other to do the job. Pathetic. The football team's quarterback - Raul is Tyler's worst nightmare. He treats the poor janitor like some piece of worn out socks - ready to be deposited at the city's waste reserve. Tyler tries every trick in the book to avoid crossing paths with Raul, but there's no fli
Tyler caught sight of his girlfriend bent by the wall in a doggy position with a guy thrusting deep into her from behind. They halted the act immediately Tyler barged into them. Thank Goodness it was meant to be a quickie. Charlotte only had her skirts rolled up. "Charlotte!" Tyler exclaimed. His lips formed a silent 'wow', as he stood still like a mannequin trying to process everything. Moments ago, he was being bullied by Raul and some daredevils and he thought that was enough misfortune for a day, but right now - the word 'misfortune' has got a new synonym - Charlotte. Tyler tried to utter a word but only his inaudible blabbings echoed. His hands flew to his mouth in outright shock, as he watched the two fornicators disengage from each. The guy - who is a member of the football team quickly zipped his pants, sweat dribbling down his pale face. Charlotte rolled down her skirts. The frown on her face spoke volumes Tyler never expected. If it was some Disney movie, Charlotte shoul
Tyler curled up on his bed, with thoughts skimming through his mind. The incident with his girlfriend and the teammate replayed in his head again. That thought sent shrills of rage to his heart. He rolled over, peering at the room in a flitting gaze. His rent will soon be due, and the crazy landlord won't hesitate to throw him out of the room if he fails to pay up on time. Every shot at possibility turns back against him. It all ends up in shackles and pains. The only thing that feels theraupatic and fulfilling to do is when he picks up his pen to write a journal. For the last few years, Tyler writes down every emotion he feels. He writes these journals in form of letters to his favorite actor and TV presenter - Will Donalds. Tyler sees Wills as a role model, and they seem to have a few things in common. Will Donalds worked as a janitor in a restaurant before fame shimmered its light on him. Its been a couple of months since the last time Tyler wrote a journal. He sprang up from
Tyler's hands trembled as he stared at his phone. He blinked his eyes rapidly to ensure he wasn't dreaming or staring at a Hollywood blockbuster. He was broke and hopeless a few hours ago, and now - a whooping hundred million is laying in the account. His eyeballs dilated, and a fountain of tears formed in his eyes. The doorbell rang, swinging him out of his thoughts. He put the phone I'm his pocket. He stared at the door for a few seconds, and the doorbell rang again. He sprang up and approached the door. He twisted the knob, and an unfamiliar figure stood in front of him. "How may I help you?" Tyler mumbled, still concealing the shock in his eyes, even if his heart pulsed like it'll fall off his chest. "You must be Tyler. Tyler Johnson" the man standing in front of him said. Tyler hesitated for a minute. He peered at the man and his line of sight met with the 'UPS' inscription on his shirt. It dawned on Tyler that a delivery guy is standing at his doorstep. "Yes, I'm Tyler Johnson
Tyler kissed his tooth loudly as he wandered out of a jewelry store. He'd been walking the streets of LA in search of a presentable gift for Ava. He's not a party freak. His heart constricted at how bad it'll make Ava feel if he gave the wrong gift. Is there anything like a wrong gift? Considerate Tyler. It is been over two hours since he stepped out, and that'll be the third store he'd visited in search of a befitting gift. He walked down the block, beholding the beautiful city. Car engines buzzed at his ears, and the blusters and whispers of other pedestrians ambling down the block too. The skies were beginning to turn gray, necessitating the need for Tyler to get the gift as quickly as he can. She sent the address already. Tyler's gaze settled on a store by the other side of the street. He evaded the sidewalk and crossed to the side of the road. He rubbed his neck lazily, before pushing the door. It was a boutique. The bright lights made him freeze and squint his eyes for a mome
Tyler only wanted to solidify his curiosity and move back to the side of the countered, but Raul and Charlotte had already caught sight of him. "Hi," he muttered to the shocked couple, even if they tried to disguise their surprise with a scornful smile. "Loser" Raul muttered. Tyler ambled closer to them with a smile. Tyler seldom smiles, he's that guy who's always sad an introverted, his smile left Raul's heart blaring with questions. "What is a loser like you doing in this luxury store?" Charlotte said, stepping forward. When Tyler saw Raul, a thought fled into his mind. Charlotte had nothing to do with Raul - the quarterback. After all, he caught her shagging one of the teammates, not Raul. "I came to shop," Tyler said - teeth tightened. Raul and Charlotte exchanged glances and they laughed "Really!" Raul mumbled amidst laughter. "Everyone knows you're a dirty broke ass. This place ain't for people like you. Get the hell out of here" Tyler stood speechless. He stared at Raul