Disclaimer: Yeah…. Uh… I don't own anything. -pouts-
AN: This should be extremely fun. :DD And yes, amazing, it IS a TylerOC fic.
Poor guy; he needs more love, yeah? So this is where Chasing Purple comes into hand. And well, I just love Tyler and all his boyish charms. :DD
P.S: This takes place about two months after the movie-- so I say around November? Sorry if my months are screwed up... haha?
Also, can you readers please review? It only takes a couple of minutes, and I really would like to know if I should continue it!
Thanks!!
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Chasing Purple
A Covenant Fanfiction
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Okay, so before I go into any debt-- I would just like to say 'hi' I'm Isabella Waters. But most people and their moms call me Bella or Bell or Iz or Izzy or-- well, you get the point.
Anyhoo, I'm seventeen (turning eighteen April 14, mind you), and I attend Spencer Academy.
A rich, preppy school, but it's not so bad once you spent half your high school years there. Yeah. I transfer back in Sophomore Year, but that's a whole different story.
So, this is where the real story starts, actually.
Me (being the great brilliant idiot I'm proud to be) stuck in a janitor's closet with Tyler Simms (one of the most hottest boys in school and also apart of the Son's of Ipswich).
I really have no idea how I get myself in messes like these.
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"Open up, you piece of shit!" I yelled out in frustration, grinding my teeth, and pulling onto the stupid doorknob with my feet pressed up against the door.
With one last tug, I flung backwards into a broom and a mop.
"Ow…" I muttered, blowing my hair out of my green eyes. Getting up (with much difficulty), I almost screamed.
Again.
Seriously!
How does one get stuck in janitor's closet!
I swear! I must be some sort of dumb mutant alien person.
Technically though; it wasn't my fault.
It was my best friend, Mia Garners, fault actually. She pushed me! Yeah. As in shoved me with her hands!
She's so abusive!
… I don't think she meant to push me into an open janitor's closet though-- and than have the door shut.
Locked.
I swear, I have the worst luck!
Grumbling and muttering and cursing under my breath, I reached in my back pocket hoping to find my cellphone.
Yay!
I found it, go me, go me, it's my birthday, we're gonna party it like it--
Okay. I'll stop.
Smiling, I held it up to my mouth it and kissed it, "You may be a piece of crap, Mary," I said, referring to my phone, "But you are very dear to my heart."
Opening it up, I grinned in anticipation, all I had to do was call Mia, and she could get me out of here!
… and to realize it had gone dead.
Sonofabitch!
"You worthless piece of shit!" I cursed, yes, I do realize I have a potty mouth, and can curse like a sailor.
"Ugh! You're so stupid, Mary, yeah I went there! You just had to go and die on me, didn't you?! Yeah, well, go to hell too! Uh-huh. You heard me--" and than I realize I was talking to my phone, my only escape out of here.
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry! You know mama didn't mean that!" I cooed at my cellphone, holding it in my arms like a baby.
…Until I realize the door was open, and than I kind of threw it somewhere.
Thank you, thank you, thank you God!
I admittedly looked up, and grinned, before staring wide eyed at the person, "Wait…! Don't let the door--"
Too late.
"-close…"
I almost sobbed.
Pouting, I crossed my arms over my chest, and stared up at the new incomer.
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Tyler Simms.
You have got to be kidding me! Oh god, oh god, oh god, help me!
"Uh…" he went wide-eyed, and scratched the back of his neck nervously. "We're stuck in here, aren't we?" he asked, blushing strawberry red, glancing around the cramped room.
I almost grinned; he was kinda cute.
But still! He's like, treated famous in this school! Him and all his other friends!
I guess you could imagine my surprise.
I've gone to this school for three years, and never said more than two words to Simms.
"No shit, Sherlock," I said muttered, pouting some more, this was so boring! And uh, awkward, anyone?
Five minutes of awkward silence have past by.
I couldn't take it any longer, there had to be some noise!
"How'd you find me?" I asked bluntly, watching him for his answer.
Tyler blushed some more, and I cocked an eyebrow. Awkward, much?
"I heard some yelling-- and uh, yeah," he finished lamely, scratching the back of his neck once more; must be some nervous habit or something.
"Well, Simms, looks like we're going to be stuck in here until someone comes," I said, sighing, and he looked away.
"Uh, look, I'm sorry--"
I smiled softly, waving my hand in the air. "Ah. Shit happens. Believe me; I have the worst fucking luck ever."
He looked surprise for a moment, before smiling back, and relaxed (as much as he could anyway) against the wall.
"So hey, Simms-- I guess since we're like, going to be stuck in here for awhile… you should know my name--"
"Isabella. Right?" he finally spoke up, and I blinked, and than he blushed strawberry red all over again.
Was he shy or what?
Laughing silently, I nodded my head, "Yeah… Isabella Waters."
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And that my friend, was the beginning of Isabella Waters and Tyler Simms… you wouldn't believe me if I told you, but we were stuck in that closet for three hours until someone finally came by, and let us out!
(it was also the most fun I had in ages… but sssssssshhhhhhh that's a secret!)