I was having a really bad day. Lindsay, my girlfriend, woke up in the middle of the night just to tell me that she ran out of sun tan lotion and wanted me to get some… in the middle of winter! We had to take Lindsay's little dog, Fufu, to the vet for the pain it was having only to find out it had gas. I had to spend two hundred dollars for the tests the vets took just to learn about that. To top it all off, I just got fired from my job at the Sport's Store.
It was days like this that made me want to be alone. But I know I couldn't. Lindsay doesn't work, so she's either home all day or making me go to the mall with her to carry her bags. When I do get that rare moment of aloneness, I know I'll have it destroyed by that stupid dog. It whines at the door for everything! It want's a walk. It wants Lindsay to come through the doors. It wants to play with the neighbor dog. It wants to go out so it can bark at the stray cat.
How come it's always what they want? How can we never have what Tyler wants?
I pulled up at the small house Lindsay and I shared. Her father was a judge, or something high in law or politics, so he constantly gave us money. I was immediately greeted by my blond girlfriend running over to me as I entered the house.
"Hey Taylor! Did you have a good day at work today?" She asked me.
"No. I'm sorry babe, I don't know how to tell you, but I got fired!" I said, sadness filled my voice. I had given up long ago telling her my name. I love her so much! She means the world to me, she honestly does! But sometimes, I wonder if a rock can beat her at an IQ test.
"I'm sorry!" she gave me a hug. "But now, you can spend more time with me!" she lightly kissed my lips.
"I'm sorry, sweetie, but I got to go look for another job soon, though. If I have no job, then we have no money!" I informed her.
"Well, I could ask Daddy for some money!" she grabbed her phone almost immediately. If one thing Lindsay remembered, it was the number to call her dad.
"No!" I took the phone. We had already borrowed so much money. "I mean, I want to work for my money. Not just take it from your dad," I informed her.
"Oh! He won't mind! I've been borrowing his money for twenty years now!" she laughed. She thought I was being stupid.
"Well, I want a job anyways. That way I could buy you whatever you want!" I kissed her. If I ended the conversation with her buying something, I knew she wouldn't argue.
"Your so sweet!" she hugged me.
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"Hey! Wanna go for a walk, Tony? It's snowing and it looks really pretty out!" Lindsay asked me, looking out the window. I was on the couch, flipping through the TV Channels. I really didn't want to go for a walk. But if I told Linds 'no,' she would either nag me until I agreed, or would start crying. And when I see her crying, it breaks my heart.
"Sure, babe!" I said and reached for my crimson jacket. I grabbed Lindsay's pink jacket too and through it at her. Of course, I missed her. By a lot.
"Yay!" she reached for her jacket and ran outside. She waited by the mailbox for me to come out.
"Have you ever noticed that when the snow is already fallen, it looks like a bunch of little stars on Earth?" Lindsay asked.
I had no idea what she was talking about, or getting too. But I knew with my years with her to just agree with what she says.
"Yes I have! But you know what I noticed?" I asked.
"What?" Lindsay looked at me, like the next thing I was gonna say would fascinate her.
"That your eyes are a beautiful shade of blue," I tried to say romantically. It might have sounded stupid to everyone in the world, but to Lindsay, it would make her day.
"Aww! That is so sweet!" she wrapped her right arm around my waist, and I copied her.
We walked until we got to a bench by a jewelry store.
"Look Taylor! A shooting star!" Lindsay pointed one.
"Make a wish," I said and she laid her head on my shoulder.
"Okay!" she said and thought for a few minutes.
What do I want? I thought. I thought of all the things that happened today. The biggest thing was I lost my job. I wish I could find my calling in life.
"Did you think of yours?" she asked me. I nodded.
"Good! Now can we go window shopping? I know we can't spend any money since your job thingie, but we can at least look at all the pretty things!" she got up and ran to the first store she saw. The Jewelry Store.
"Sounds good to me," I stood up. At least she understood that we couldn't go shopping.
"Umm, Timmy?" she asked.
"Yes?" I wondered what she wanted.
"Why is that guy dressed in black holding a gun?" she asked, staring at the window.
"What?!" I ran to the window to see what she was talking about. To my surprise, Lindsay noticed something important. She was watching a burglary in progress.
"Oh my---" I started. I quickly stopped when I saw the guy look at us. He took the gun he had on the shop keeper to turn and raise it at us.
"Get down!" I said and pushed Lindsay to the ground. I immediately fell with her. A very loud boom filled the air, along with broken glass and smoke.
"Run!" I picked her up after the single shot missed both us and dragged her to the store next door. It was a clothing store. I was surprised when Lindsay didn't run to the Clearance section and looked like she was trying to focus on the previous events.
"You call the cops and I'll try to help out that guy!" I made sure she was paying attention and turned to leave.
"But wait! What if you get hurt! The cops can take care of the robber!" she grabbed my wrist.
"That guy is crazy. I don't think the shop owner has all the time in the world," I pulled my wrist out of her hands.
"But! What if you---," she started to begin. But before she could finish, her eyes were filled with tears.
I kissed her on the lips and left.
"I love you, Tyler!" she screamed out before I left. I was surprised no one in the store was looking at her. Even more surprised when she called my name.
I've lived here all my life and knew that the police station was all the way at the end of the town. It would take about ten minutes for them to get here, and I doubt this shop owner had that much time.
I crouched by the window so that way I could see what was happening without being seen. I saw no one. They must have gone to the back.
I opened the door and slowly and quietly walked in. I walked to the wall with the door on it and put my ear on the door. I couldn't hear words, but I could hear shouts. Loud shouts.
I began to fear for this man. I knew I had to do something soon. I grabbed the long iron bar that I found on the floor. What it was doing at this store, I had no idea. It was useful, though.
I took five deep breathes and counted to ten before I kicked the door open. The robber quickly turned around from tying the clerk into a chair.
"Oh, it's you again," he said as if I knew him my entire life. He raised his gun to me one more time acting like he was shoot me again. I could see in his eyes he didn't think of me as a human, but more like he was swatting an annoying fly.
I immediately fell to the ground, in the mean time I used the iron bar to hit the man on the leg. I used all my force and strength to try and knock him to the ground. He tripped and swore as my plan worked. As he fell, he accidentally dropped his gun.
I worked quickly as he was reaching for his weapon. I stood up and hovered the iron bar over his head. I was getting ready to tell him something, but got interrupted by the door opening.
"Taylor!" Lindsay screamed and ran over to me. She either didn't notice the man on the floor or ignored him, since when she ran to me she literally ran over him with her high heels.
"I brought the cops with me!" she slightly chuckled after she kissed me on the cheek.
I watched as three police officers came in and forced the man up before they put him in handcuffs.
" We've been looking for this guy. Either your absolutely crazy or just that brave. Either way, have you ever been to law school? You seem like the type that could do something important," a sheriff informed me.
"Law School! That's what Daddy went to!" Lindsay noted. "He'd be so proud if you went!"
"Well, I just go laid off from a sporting store. I don't know if I'm exactly what your looking for," I was embarrassed.
"Tell ya what, son. If you ever take a couple courses at Law School and your still jobless, give us a call, won'tcha?" he shook my hand.
I woke up that morning from getting minimum wage at a sport shop to wishing on a star to being a hero. Being a hero. Maybe that was my purpose in life.
I suck at writing Tyler's POV T.T But I'm running out of ideas! If you guys would be so kinda to MESSAGE me and idea for pretty much any characater, I will think about it! Please!