It's short, I know. And I'm so, so, very sorry. But a certain friend (tash) was giving me hell for it. So here you go! You have Taylor Swift to thank for this.
He didn't have service, Tyler always went places with service.
The only places in Ipswich that didn't have service were the creepy milk-bar down on main road and… no where.
Unless he really was underground?
I couldn't get my mind off Tylers whereabouts and my uncle. The bitch had probably planned this whole thing, I wouldn't be surprised if—
"Alex!" I snapped out of my little day dream to see Caleb's hand waving in front of my face.
"Huh?" I turned to look at him, not really seeing him, just continuing on with my suspicions,
"What's up? You keep spacing out," he asked, frowning slightly,
"Tyler didn't call back,"
"So? That just means he's turned his phone off or something." I raised an eyebrow, a disbelieving grin on my face and he shrugged, "It could happen,"
"Doubt it Caleb, Ty's addicted to that thing." Reid said, leaning back in his chair, he then looked at my triumphant expression, "Doesn't mean he's dead, or in trouble." He pointed out
"So, what if he is?"
"I'm sure Tyler can take care of himself." Reid said, raising an eyebrow, "Why? Think you fell for the wrong one?" my brother asked, trying to sound concerned, but I could see the devilish look in his eyes.
"Oh no way in hell. It's not like Tyler to turn his phone off though. Unless he's underground." I expressed my earlier concern and Caleb nodded,
"He's probably just in the barn, if he is underground." He suggested and I frowned,
"I—"
"Who's underground?" Tyler asked from the doorway and I closed my mouth, ignoring Caleb's 'I told you so' smirk
I waved it off, "And you were?" I asked, inclining my head in concern,
"In the barn," Caleb's look deepened and he broke out into a massive grin,
"So, no evil beings? No new psychotic killers?" Reid glanced at me,
"Nope." He shook his head, "Why?"
"No reason, I think my baby sister's getting paranoid." He mocked, baby-ing the last word and pushing out his bottom lip.
"Makes sense." Tyler muttered, a strangely Reid-like grin playing on his face, that was when I noticed his eyes. They were different, darker almost, I looked closer at the colour and froze, I knew that colour. I shook my head, not possible, but looking back… no. Just, shut up brain.
Oh god now I'm talking to myself, fan-bloody-tastic. I resisted the urge to slap myself and smiled at Tyler, knowing he knew I was faking it.
He smirked at me and walked out of the room, Reid mimicked Tyler's smirk and pulled Skyler out of the room, in a completely over-dramatic gesture, leaving me and Caleb alone.
I dropped down onto the couch and he did the same. "What do you want to do?"
"Does Tyler seem weird to you? Or is it just me?" I ignored his question,
"He seems fine, why?" he raised an eyebrow,
"I don't know, never mind," I stopped myself from ranting before my increasing stupidity became more prominent. "What do you want to do?" I asked,
"I don't know." He seemed confused by this new development,
"Interesting." I mocked, tapping my chin,
"I'm leaving for Harvard in a few weeks." He frowned and I bit the inside of my lip,
"I forgot about that,"
"What are you gonna do when it comes to college?" he asked and I fought back a grimace, oh the dreaded college conversation,
"I don't know, I mean, I got accepted into Columbia, but I didn't end up graduating. Plus I disappeared off the face of the earth for around a year. So I'm not really sure if that offer still stands."
"There haven't been any letters saying otherwise."
"Yeah but I didn't let them know I'd be taking a break between school and college." I frowned, why did I always have to dwell on the negative?
"I'm sure it'll be fine. Unless they already gave away your spot. Then you're screwed," he smirked and I frowned,
"You suck at this whole supportive thing right now, you know that?"
"Yep, so, what do you plan on doing about it?"
"I think I'll just mooch off of you and Reid until I die," I thought about it,
"Oh hell no, I am not having a wife who doesn't work." He blurted and I froze, eyes widening, Caleb seemed to realise what he just said and went rigid next to me. We were both silent for a moment,
"Um, wh—what, did, you… what do you mean?" I stuttered and he ran a hand through his hair,
"Uh, well… uh, I… um, yeah?" I bit my lip in confusion,
"Um… so, wait… what?" the information seemed to finally be sinking through my thick skull as I was finally able to comprehend what he just said.
"I don't… know, what I just said." He scratched the side of his head,
"Okay. Um, that… that never happened." I decided and Caleb nodded,
"Good."
"Yep,"
"All clear."
"So… what exactly did you mean by that?"
He slapped his forehead and leaned his elbows on his knees, "I don't know." He groaned and I smirked slightly,
"No worries, just… didn't exactly know two days was the new two years." I mocked and Caleb went red,
"You know I didn't—"
"Oh relax," I grinned, "Just nice to know you think before you say stuff." I was holding back laughter,
"Shut up,"
"Just to let you know, that was the shittiest proposal I have ever heard." I told him and he clamped a hand over my mouth,
"Speak of it again and I will kill you." He threatened, looking Caleb serious and I nodded, my laugh muffled by his hand, he then took it away,
"Oh, Reid!" I yelled and he tackled me… full on, tackled me. I fell off the couch laughing, then realised he was on top of me and went red, "Uh,"
"Um… yeah," he awkwardly stood up and held out a hand to help me get up.
"Okay, then, um, what do you want to do now?" I asked and he shrugged,
"But really, what are you going to do about college?" he quirked an eyebrow and looked at me,
"I don't know. I was kinda half-serious about the whole mooching thing." I lied and he smirked,
"Yeah good luck with that. I'm sure Reid'll be handing out the dough when it comes to needy-somewhat lazy sisters."
"Shut up, the money's mine too. Plus, I still have you, Pogue, Skye and Ty to beg,"
"Oh trust me, Pogue'll sooner give you his Ducati."
I grinned manically, "That could be arranged."
"Alex!" My uncle yelled from the kitchen and I growled,
"What?"
"Excuse me?"
"I meant yes." I ground out and Caleb smirked,
"What are you doing about college?"
I groaned and sank down into the couch, "Why won't everyone just shut up about that already?" I asked Caleb and he shrugged, "I. don't. Know!" I yelled and my uncle went silent in the kitchen, I grinned, "maybe I was a bit too harsh."
"Just a bit," Caleb chuckled and sat down, "But seriously—"
"Oh for the love of Lucifer shut up!"
To anyone, who has ever read this story and been waiting for a chapter. I am so, so, so sorry. Bob has returned and it's only thanks to reading too much Caleb/OC from other authors that you got anything this year. It'll probably extend to the end of the holidays then I'm hoping to have finished it. Anyways, the sending of characters has been a bit slack hasn't it? Hm, well, I'll keep trying, Reid's are on high demand as always, and him being a stubborn little biznatch doesn't help. Also, sorry for the words, not being able to write is making me use them in everyday conversations and it sucks.
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