Chapter Two: Tyler: Bite Me
"I don't really care what you think." Tyler growled, tugging his shades down, glaring at the Narrator with bloodshot eyes, "What the fuck are you gonna do about it?"
He shrugged and crossed his arms, "Tyler, I don't like the idea."
"Didn't you hear me the first time, idiot? I don't care what you got to say. I'm doing it and you can't stop me." Tyler smiled, "Embrace it, my friend."
The pair lumbered into the car and Tyler turned the key, slowly, so it whined soothingly in the Narrator's ears. He stomped down on the pedal and bursts of summer air greeted his face.
The red light beamed in front of them, a sun in the fog.
"You're gonna hit that truck! Fucking slow down!" The Narrator looked pathetic, digging his fresh cut nails into the dashboard.
Tyler grinned, revealing his white teeth, "Bite me."
Their black car missed the loading truck by scant inches and they slid to a stop in front of a bar.
"Get out. Time to be a man."
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Love,
Fel