...Four Years After Friend Like That...
"Tyler you're not staying here anymore, you can't," Caleb sighed as he crossed his arms across his chest. Tyler just leaned back on his black leather couch ignoring Caleb.
"I'm serious Tyler, all you do is mope around about Blaire, and you never even had her in the first place, she's with Pogue…Tyler you need this, even your music is failing because of this, look," Caleb picked up a People magazine, "They think you're on drugs, and your music isn't what it used to be, come on man, just go," Caleb tossed the magazine and it landed on Tyler's lap.
Tyler lazily glanced down at his lap. There on the front cover was his first album that sold over 2 million copies in two weeks; he put Ipswich on the map. Next to the picture in big blue letters was "Simms on Drugs or just losing it!" below it read "Will Fallon Bliss replace Simms?" Tyler rolled his eyes.
"So what, it's a tabloid, their always trying to provoke the famous. It's their job," he tossed it on the glass coffee table.
"Tyler I don't think their wrong," Caleb finally said. "Well I don't think your on drugs but depression is just as bad. I know you're in love with Blaire, but she's in love with Pogue and he's in love with her." Tyler put his hands over his eyes and rubbed them. He felt a burning sensation in his chest. There was a knock on the door that distracted them from there current conversation. "You should go and stay with Reid and Leila for a while," Caleb said before he opened the door. Pogue and Blaire stood in the door way.
Tyler jumped up off the couch. "We're getting married!" Blaire laughed. Pogue just smiled like he had won the greatest thing in the world. And he had. Tyler felt a sharp pain in his chest he bit his tongue to keep from screaming out. Tyler's face crumbled.
"That's great you guys!" Caleb smiled and embraced both of them.
"Thanks!" Blaire giggled. Tyler ignored the burning pain is his chest and walked over to congratulations to the new couple. He clapped Pogue on the back.
"Congrats man!" he put on his picture perfect smile, the one he always used for his career, the smile that girl magazines raved about.
"It took some guts but it was worth it," Pogue laughed. Caleb came over and started talking to Pogue about how he popped the question to Sara a year ago. Blaire walked up to Tyler. She gave him a small smile and hugged him gently.
"I love you Tyler," she whispered.
"But not enough to leave Pogue and upgrade right," he joked. But inside he was crying. Blaire laughed.
"Yeah, you were always the brother I never had," she smiled. Tyler knew she meant it as a complement but it stung worse then anything he ever experienced.
"I'm…happy for you," he slowly let her go and turned to face Pogue also. "For the both of you, and I guess it's a good thing that you're here…I'm going to visit Reid and Leila for a couple of weeks, their kids should be at least a two years old by now, you've all seen them, except me and Reid is my best friend," Tyler forced a laugh. "And maybe I can get out of this song writers block I'm having." Maybe going to Colorado really is for the best, Tyler thought.
"Cool, Reid's been asking for you but your always working, well we have to go and tell my parents, so we'll see you around," Pogue waved and laced his hand with Blaire's.
"Bye!" she said as she shut the door. Tyler slowly turned and started to walk to his bedroom. His penthouse seemed rather dull and cold now. As if he was just a body that took up air. He felt Caleb put his hand on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry buddy, but don't try anything stupid, people will miss you, more than you know," Caleb gave him a sad smile. Tyler scoffed and shook off Caleb's hand.
"Just go home Caleb," he said as he shut his bedroom door. He heard his front door close and after that his mind went blank, he tore pictures off his wall and broke the frames and smashed mirrors. Broke lamps and lights until he was trying to catch his breath. He looked around and saw the destruction. It looked like his life. He ran his fingers through his hair and clutched it. He finally collapsed on his bed, his heart felt as if it were being ripped into tiny pieces as slow as possible. He squeezed his eyes shut and felt tears running down his face.
He curled up into the fetal position. Hating himself for being so weak, but aching for something he never had, but loved and lost. He had lost Blaire forever. He buried his face into his pillow and tried to forget everything. No amount of fame or money could make him happy. Nothing could any more.